"Your Excellency wants to challenge the mysterious power of the elves. I hope you will think twice. The elf who said this, wearing a dragon-shaped helmet, had a calm expression, but his tone was serious, and his warning was very weighty.

"Why not." The man in the golden armor roared, the shadow of the lion's helmet above him obscuring the fierce light in his eyes. He shook the sword in his hand, the blade of which was taller than the elf in front of him. "But would any elf dare to stop me?"

Two heavily armed generals, standing on the top of a high mountain, hunting with the wind in their ears.

The illusion slowly faded through Il's mind. Yir couldn't help but let out a ** sound, fed up, he really had enough. All sorts of gloomy, furious, and joyful images flashed through his mind one after another. The ups and downs of his emotions almost exhausted him to death. He felt like his head was on fire. Gods are merciful, how did the heirs of the family of Aracer stay conscious and sane in such a situation.

No, we should ask if they are really conscious and sane.

A soft call came from his ears, and at first Il thought it was just the soft whispers of the female elves in countless visions.

Call me.

Who is it now. Il slapped his face vigorously, wanting to bring himself back to the real world of the continent of Faeron. In this real world, there are monsters, mysterious stalkers, wizards, and all kinds of things that can easily take his life.

Call me, use me.

The young mage almost laughed, the seductive whisper reminding him of a fat woman in Hassanta years ago, and the only thing she could seduce was that voice. She was standing outside the dimly lit door, her voice like this whisper.

Call me, use me, feel my power.

Where the hell did that sound come from?

Oh, and it's here again. A hot monster appeared before his eyes. Ilr held out his finger and tentatively touched it. It's that gem, it's going crazy again...... Call me. The voice came from the jewel.

"Mistra." Il cried out, asking for guidance. But all he could feel was the hot gems. Then talk to it, at least no one says it's not allowed. Ilr cleared his throat.

Call me.

"What should I do? How to summon you. As if to punish him for such a suspicious tone, new visions began to appear. There is endless energy surging in the gem, infinite magic, it can heal, it can transform, it can change the body of the heir, it can make people see in the night, it can ......

The illusion pulled Il away from the summoning and carried him through countless scenes, where the different heirs of the Aracer family gained the power of transformation from the gems, some of them altering their appearance and weight to avoid enemies; Some changed their gender, running to seduce and eavesdrop; One or two transformed into animals, evading swords-wielding enemies who were only interested in killing the heirs of the Arassellale family, and had no interest in hares and wildcats. Ilr saw how to deform, and under what circumstances the transfiguration method would not work. Good, good, now he knows how to summon the energy of the gem, how to shapeshift. But why let him see this.

Suddenly, Ilr saw Yimubar, standing peacefully in the shade of the tree, smiling at him. Yimubar's face flashed, and it became the face of Eir, and then it flashed, and it became the faces of the heirs of the family of Aracer, those emerald eyes, those white and golden hair. The illusion changed again, and a very familiar figure appeared in front of him, with a slender body, unkempt black hair, blue eyes, and a straight nose. This figure stood naked in the bath, slowly melting into the body of the same ** elf, and then his face changed to Yimubar.

It turned out to be this: the gem wanted to transform him.

Ilr sighed inwardly and began to summon the power of the gem, contemplating the appearance of Yimubar. A strange sensation stirred up under his skin, and then Il felt that he was already Yimubar, with the elf's wishes, with his memories, and ...... Il's hands looked down at his own, they were human hands, rough from the hard life and brutal battles they had endured. He gathered his mind again, thinking back to the long, smooth, blue-white hands that had been on his arm and touching his cheek not long ago.

His hand shrunk, twisted, and ...... It became elongated, smoothed, and turned a faint blue. Il fiddled hesitantly, feeling a hint of numbness in his hand.

Ilr shuddered, took a long breath, remembered Yimubar's face in his mind, and then used his telekinesis to change his form. A reptile-like sensation slowly rose in his body, extending from behind to his spine. He shivered uncontrollably and grunted uncomfortably.

The illusion vanished, and he stood silently under the thick trunk of a tree, as if he had been standing there for a thousand years. Eir looked down at himself, his clothes hanging sloppily over his body, his body becoming thinner and slender, his smooth skin glowing blue-white. He's an elf now. He is now Yimubar Alasetralai.

This look is very useful to him. I don't know if there are any teleportation or time travel spells in the gem that can bring him to Komando with a "whoosh". He searched his memory for a quick time, only to find a familiar face, alone on the battlefield fighting a group of warriors...... Apparently, there are no similar spells. Il sighed, shook his head, and looked at the immortal tree in front of him. As soon as he turned, his clothes flapping loosely against him, he remembered that he should have a saddlebag.

Ilr searched around, and suddenly remembered that he seemed to have forgotten it over there. Ilr shrugged and turned to the southeast. Let's hope the Lukka hasn't torn it up and emptied its contents completely, or he'll be able to use a spell to get the saddlebag back. It seems that he won't have the leisure to collect those little things again this year. No, maybe not in the next year. Il shrugged his shoulders again, perhaps this was the price to pay for serving Mistra. Alas, yes, maybe someone else has had something worse.

With the appearance of an elf, it must be very easy to get into Comando, at least much easier than looking like a "human". Ilminster sniffed hard with the elf's nose, and the smell of the forest grew stronger, and more scents rippled through the air. Uh-huh. It's not bad to feel a little bit more nature as you move forward. Ilr made his way out of the woods, touching the jewel on his forehead with his hand, and it seemed that the deformation had not affected it.

At this touch, a surge of power surged him, and he understood two things: only the most boastful fellow would wear the jewel that symbolized the glory of the family in such a conspicuous place, summoning the gem to have its own power, it can hide itself; Secondly, now he has the appearance of Yimubar, the memory of the jewel, still waiting for him to complete the task, but it is no longer so eager that it is unbearable.

Ilr first hid the gem token, then turned to the gate according to the image in his head, and entered the river of memories with vivid colors and light. This time, the speed of memory swelling slowed down, and he wandered through it alone, searching for the information he needed. He searched the torrent for recent memories of Comando, and for the first time Il saw the shining spires, the beautiful balconies in the middle of the woods, the lanterns floating above the city, and the bridge that spanned the air, connecting the forests one after another. They meander and stretch, but none of them have handrails. Ilr breathed in surprise: it looked like it would take him a long time to walk across such bold arched bridges without fear.

Who rules the city. The Ruler with the crown. The gem told him that the archon was elected by the public, not hereditary. The Archarchon is the "wise elder" who can act as the arbiter in all debates, and he controls not only the Komandor, but the entire forest territory. This public office can bring magical power to those in power. The current Grand Commander is called Eltagrim Irecel, and he is a very old and very friendly man. In Yimubar's opinion, although there are many older and prouder families in the Elven Kingdom, their vision is far inferior to that of the current Grand Commander.

The proud old families, especially the Setarins and Yekain, were very powerful in Komando, and considered their own lineage to be the embodiment of true elves. They believe that a "real" elf is......

The thought reminded him of his helpless disguise, which made him uncomfortable. He interrupted it, he had no choice but to do so, or he would be a man of unfaith and uncompassion. Because he swore an oath to serve the goddess Mistra, should he touch this gem?

Ilr came to the shade of a huge tree, stopped, took a deep breath, and cried out, "Mistra." ”

Then he whispered, "Goddess, please listen to my call. ”

He concentrated on the deepest memories of Maigara. He still remembered that her cheerful laughter floated in the air, and whenever she was full of enthusiasm, her somewhat "cunning" eyes no longer resembled her usual divinity and dignity...... Ilr grabbed the pieces together, silently pronounced her name, and called out to her with all his might.

At the edge of his consciousness, there was a sudden chill, shivering, numbness, and even some tingling. So he asked cautiously, "Goddess, should I do these things?" Will I be blessed by you for what I do? ”

A warm feeling of love came over his mind, and then Osellas Arase Teralale appeared in his mind, standing in a sunlit hall whose pillars were trees adorned with flowers. And what saw this was a pair of eyes that slowly walked towards the heir of the family. The owner of the eyes, stretched out his hands and touched his forehead, which he could not see.

Surprised, Ocellas' eyes sharpened. And the invisible man walked towards him, slowly approaching. It's to kiss him. Or go and touch his nose. Oh no, it turned out to be touching his forehead. Osellas' eyes, so close and so wide open, were like rippling water. In that eye, the picture changed again, and the gentle face of the old commander appeared in the reflection, and then the observer's gaze pulled away from the archleader, revealing Ilminster himself, who was bending and bowing. For some reason, Ilr knew that he was under the protection of the Grand Commander at that time. The elven people were extremely surprised to find that a human had taken the form of an elf and had come to the center of their city. Maybe an elf has been murdered by him......

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