Let's look back into the chasm of the rift.

After a fierce battle, the tired and almost collapsed Roger sat down with his back against the rock wall, his scarred hands resting weakly on his knees, calming the chaotic flow of magic in his body.

On the ground beside him, the lifeless carcass of the spiny sand crab was roasted by the remaining flames on the ground, and it didn't take long for the shell to become dark and charred, which made Roger feel a lot of pain in his hungry stomach.

The battle with the spiny sand crab may seem like a long one, but in fact it only took a few minutes. Without killing the Sand Crab before it finished molting, Roger should retreat temporarily, knowing that even the Sand Crab that has not completed its evolution is infinitely close to a second-order magical beast.

What's more, the fire resistance brought to it by its innate scorching aura also made Roger almost helpless, after all, as a mage's apprentice, all he could master was low-level magic of the 0th and 1st order, of which only the magic of the flame series had considerable lethality.

When Roger was about to retreat, it was the dagger silver vulture, still stuck between the eyes of the thorny sand crab, that gave him a glimmer of victory.

It is well known that the magical creations of the Source Elves are best known for their excellent magical affinity, which is the basis for the Source Elves to attach their unique magic to them, and such traits can easily be used as markers for channeling magic.

Relying on the residual magic power of the dagger when the flame burst circle broke out for the first time, through Roger's intentional guidance, the dagger and the magic circle on the ground formed the simplest magic circuit, and the scorching magic power poured into the dagger, piercing the body of the thorny sand crab with a more rapid posture without accident, and finally completed such a cross-step kill.

"Whew, it's really embarrassing, I have to do less such thankless things in the future. ”

The impact injury made Roger's chest still ach faintly, and what made him cry even more was the depleted magic reserves in his body.

"Even if you still retain the power of your last rebirth, you won't be beaten like this by a first-order demonic beast......" Roger sighed secretly, and Roger, who had recovered his breath, tried to stand up, it was time to check his loot.

"Hmm...... Whew, it's really tight. ”

Extinguishing the remaining flames with nearby gravel, Roger climbed up its carapace along the crow of the thorny sand crab, still carrying a little warmth, and the first thing he did was pull out the dagger that was still embedded in the middle of the carapace.

Interestingly, when Roger's palm touched it, a small pale flame came out, which was a small part of the magical energy it had channeled that had not had time to channel, and spontaneously caused fire under the stimulation of the outside world.

As a magician who was not a professional and did not want to explore the cause of this phenomenon, Roger did not bother to take it to heart, but shrugged his shoulders and wiped the dagger on his clothes, and inserted it back into the leather scabbard at his waist.

Packing up his weapon, Roger tapped his fingers at the swarthy crab shell. Under the scorching flames, the carapace of the thorny sand crab was already charred, and Roger didn't have much trouble smashing the husk, revealing the yellowish fibrous flesh that had been roasted with steam.

Tearing off a piece of crab meat full of magic with his bare hands, the juice mixed with blood trickled down Roger's elbow, anyway, there was no one around, he didn't care so much about the image, so he simply lay on the thick carapace of the thorny crab and ate it.

As soon as the crab meat entered his mouth, a fishy smell gushed out, filling Roger's mouth, Roger frowned deeply, holding back his desire to vomit, "Well, it's disgusting, I shouldn't have any expectations for its taste." ”

Even so, it was difficult for Roger, who was in dire need of recovery after the battle, to pick and choose the taste of the sand crab, after all, he had had enough of the desperate speed of meditation in the underworld, unless Roger Yuan was willing to spend three days slowly recovering his lost magic through meditation.

"Maybe it would be nice with wasabi. Roger could only comfort himself like this.

Just as Roger was lying on the charred sand crab shell and chewing on it, from one side of the rift, through the hazy night, a figure approached silently, he looked like a traveler hiding from the wind and sand, but he was completely wrapped in a black cloak, making it difficult to distinguish his face.

The black wind was blocked by the rift, and the figure seemed to float in the air, and without making a sound, he crossed the ground all over the chasm, and gradually approached Roger, who was eating with his back to him.

Just when the figure approached Roger less than ten steps, a gust of wind suddenly blew in the rift, rolling up the wind and sand and narrowing the eyes of the visitor, and when the person came to his senses, the figure of Roger had been lost on the thick crab shell, and the person secretly said that it was not good, and before he could react, the sharp dagger had been on his neck when he was unaware.

Roger held the dagger in his backhand, looked at the back with his back to him, wiped the meat juice on his hand on the cloak of the visitor, and asked in a playful tone, "What? Friend, is there something wrong? After all, sneaking is not a good thing." ”

Although the sharp blade of the dagger was only an inch away from his vital point, the person wrapped in the cloak did not appear to be in any panic, but a lazy and low male voice sounded unhurriedly, "I felt the breath of the same race here from a distance, and I thought that there were still natural people left behind in this place full of desecration, but I didn't expect it to be just a half-elf ......"

Before the words fell, Roger, who noticed the abnormal movement, hurriedly jumped out of the way, and when he looked back, where he was standing just now, the bottom of the dry desert valley actually climbed green vines, looking at the tentacle-like rattan teeth and claws, the taste of being tied by it must not be too good.

At this time, the second half of the words of the visitor sounded faintly, "Even this half-elf has blasphemed the gifts from nature, so it stands to reason that I should let you witness the wrath of nature?"

Apparently, he was referring to the destroyed vine texture on Roger's neck.

"Tsk, elf. Roger played with the dagger, causing it to fly with brilliant knives on his fingertips, and his tone was quite disdainful, "Your tone is as annoying as ever, even if you fall into the other world, you can't change your arrogant temper?

The atmosphere at the bottom of the valley suddenly froze, Roger felt a pair of eyes in the shadow of the cloak looking him up and down, just when Roger wanted to continue to say something, the person who came lifted the cloak that covered his face, revealing the appearance of a capable young man, who looked a little younger than Roger, but considering the elf's lifespan of thousands of years, the ghost knows how old the person in front of him is.

The pointed ears, the cumbersome branch-like ornamentation extending to the neck, and the vine-like ornamentation of the half-elf, this is the biggest characteristic of the pure-blood elf, a pair of light gray eyes looked at Roger scrutinically, just when Roger thought that a battle was inevitable, the elf in front of him shrugged, and his voice was still lazy and said: "Forget it, it's so troublesome, don't fight, I'm not that group of old men, what the hell are you doing with this?

Looking at the elf whose demeanor disappeared in an instant and began to be interested in his dinner, Roger's face was stunned, "How can I always meet such a guy who doesn't play according to the routine recently." Although he complained in his heart, Roger politely stretched out his hand and motioned for the elf to enjoy it as he pleased.

A moment later, at the bottom of the canyon, which seemed to have calmed down, two thoughtful people sat facing each other around a newly lit bonfire, on which was a dismantled crab crow, and the roasted juice dripped down with a clattering sound.

Seeing that it was almost roasted, Roger cut off a piece of cooked crab meat, skewered it with a dry branch and handed it to the elf opposite, given his bad tone, Roger did not remind him of the bad taste of this monster meat.

Surprisingly, the elf who took the barbecue ate the piping hot food in a few bites, and there was no feeling of Roger chewing wax at all, but there was a bit of unfinished look, which made Roger can't help but feel a little suspicious of this elf's taste.

"Phew, it's been a long time since I've tasted anything like this. Under Roger's stunned gaze, the elf in front of him ate the one-man tall crab in a very elegant and swift way, and he didn't know if his stomach was an alien dimension or something else, and he was leaning comfortably on the valley wall, humming an unknown elf tune.

Noticing Roger's skeptical gaze, the elf shook his ears and said in a lazy tone, "Elway." ”

"What?" asked Roger, who didn't react for a moment.

"I mean, my name is Elway. The young elf looked like he stood up, his gray eyes glowing wonderfully in the firelight, "I don't think you're interested in the specific names, I can't remember the long list of names, so call me Elway." ”

"So, Elwee. Roger secretly channeled the mottled magic replenished by crab meat, it stands to reason that Roger needs to enter meditation to accomplish such work, but now is certainly not a good time for deep meditation, "What is the purpose of your approaching me?"

Apparently rested, Elway replied as he removed the longbow from his back, "According to etiquette, you should tell me your name now, as for the purpose." ”

Elway sat cross-legged, his longbow crossed to his lap, and lowered his head to wipe the wooden longbow, "Shouldn't it be normal to meet a traveling companion in this land full of dangers?

Looking at the somewhat old longbow that Elway was wiping, the taut bowstring was almost transparent in the firelight, and the whole longbow seemed to be made from a branch broken by the roadside, this appearance gave Roger a strange and familiar feeling.

Under the flickering firelight, Roger's expression became serious for the first time, but his voice was still calm, "If that longbow is 'Kuveinen', don't say that you are guided by Vos, you say that you are the god of Vos, I believe you." ”

"Also, call me Roger. Roger said.