Anvina didn't seem to be able to help Thea, so she stood up and walked curiously over to Rowling, who was fiddling with bottles and cans

"What are these?" She asked curiously, but she still kept a certain distance from Rowling and did not reach out to touch the potion.

"These? I did it! Rowling's emerald eyes rolled slightly. Just as she was considering whether to give the little girl a little bit of good use as a hostage, Carré on the side had already walked to Anvina's side, quietly separating herself from Avena and Rowling.

Rowling sighed heavily in her heart, secretly complaining that this stinky man would inevitably tighten up the girl. But she still had a smile on her face as bright as the morning sun of the Eternal Song Forest: "What is in this blue bottle is a magic elimination potion, if you drink it, mages below the hero level will temporarily lose control of the magic element." That's what Mr. Andrew just gave us - I'll have to fill him another bottle to be on the safe side! ”

"The one next to it is the Wind Snake Elixir, as the name suggests, the raw material is the venom of the Wind Snake - well, I only extracted the toxin of the Lightning Wind Snake with relatively weak toxicity. Although the toxicity of the Lightning Wind Snake in the Wind Snake is not the top three, this effect is still good! It's like being bitten by a wind snake, and you'll feel as if there are a lot of lightning snakes swimming inside you! Do you want fruit? Rowling laughed, ignoring the timid Anvena and shaking her head desperately, she pulled the plug with her hand, pinched the jaw of Andrew, who was stunned and pale, and raised her hand to pour it into him.

"You damn ...... Yes! Andrew instinctively wanted to scold, but the sudden pain instantly robbed him of the ability to speak. All he could do was let out a scream, and he could no longer speak. It only took a few breaths before large beads of sweat burst out of Andrew's head. His limbs tried to struggle desperately because of the intense pain, but he could only move weakly because he was held in place by the iron buckles. The only finger that could move kept flexing and stretching and grasping repeatedly, and in the blink of an eye, the well-maintained nails grabbed the palm of the hand into a bloody blur.

"Hmm...... It works well. Rowling glanced at Andrew with satisfaction. It should go well as an appetizer. What do you say, Mr. Andrew. ”

Anvena covered her mouth in some shock. "Do you want to continue?"

"Of course!" Rowling said as a matter of course, pointing her hand in the direction of Xia on the other side. "You poor sir. But it's all Mr. Andrew's handiwork. Sometimes don't be too soft-hearted, little girl. By the way, what is your name. ”

"Avena ......" Avena was stunned by the head-to-head Rowling. [A lot of good] subconsciously reported his name.

"Avena, don't listen to her." Carré glared at Rowling and took Avena's hand. "Living too long will make people numb and cold-blooded, it's good for you to do this, don't change." As he spoke, he glared meaningfully at Rowling.

Rowling was so angry that she almost jumped. "Who are you talking about being numb and cold-blooded!" She is the only one here, a long-lived elven race. Not knowing Carré's true identity, of course she thinks Carré is talking about her.

"I didn't specifically refer to you, what are you anxious about?" Carré turned his face sideways, completely unconcerned about her jumping feet.

"Damn......" Because of the angle, Rowling suddenly noticed that Carré's ears were not as round as ordinary humans. It's a little pointy. But when it comes to pointy ears, they are not as long as the elves. She smiled in self-righteousness. "I'll just say, you must be envious of our pure-blood elves' longevity. Mr. Half-Elf. She couldn't help but sneer.

Carré smiled indifferently and didn't bother to argue with her. The transformation of the dragons is entirely a matter of personal preference, and although most dragons are happy to choose beautiful elves or humans who are easy to mingle with the world, there are also some outliers occasionally - such as the famous Bronze Dragon's Lolimi. And Carré, he chose to transform into a half-elf on a whim.

"Miss Rowling, let's get down to business." Carré pointed to Andrew, who seemed to be a little relieved on the stage: "We didn't ask anything!" ”

"It's a nuisance." Rowling turned her head away, and Andrew, who was panting in embarrassment, looked unpleasant. "Mr. Andrew, how are you feeling?"

Andrew gasped for air. Accumulating a few strengths, his face was hesitant, and he seemed to be struggling in his heart.

"Miss Rowling's potion skills aren't very good either." Carré said lightly.

"I hate it when people question my profession." Rowling flicked the sea in front of her forehead. "I'm one of the best alchemists in the Bounty Society. Hum. Force me to ......" She picked through the bottles and cans for a while, and finally picked out a green bottle of potion.

"This is my treasure, and the main ingredient is the blood of demons collected from the Cursed Lands and the blood of Grom." She smiled and said word by word. "After drinking it, you will feel as if the blood is boiling~blood~boiling~Teng~oh~."

Her flamboyant appearance was as terrifying as a demon in Andrew's eyes at this time.

"Come on, try it, Mr. Andrew." Rowling gently but forcefully clamped Andrew's chin.

The vial of green potion was getting closer and closer to his lips, and Andrew's eyes widened in fear.

"I say!" He shouted as he struggled desperately with all his strength.

Rowling gave a pitiful look and reached out to release his chin. "Are you willing to say that? Mr. Andrew? ”

"Let go of me. I'll say everything! Andrew stared horrively at the potion in Rowling's hand, lest she would drop a few drops into his mouth with a shake of her hand.

"You don't have a choice." Carré said coldly. "If you don't say it. What will happen to you, don't you know in your heart? ”

Andrew turned his head with effort. Sweeping his gaze over Kareanvinasia and DeWitt, who was still unconscious.

These people don't seem to be in league with the elves who tortured him, so let them fight to the death. It's all about saving your life now, and the rest...... Who knows who's going to have the last laugh.

Andrew took a few deep breaths and made up his mind in his mind. But the first thing he said was......

"Water, give me some water."

Listening to his words, Avena, who had the softest heart, went to the table next to her and poured a glass of water to feed him. But before he could get closer, he was stopped by Carré.

"Ice!" Carré flicked his fingers coldly, and a miniature ice arrow shot into Andrew's mouth with precision. "Don't bargain. You'd better recognize your situation. ”

"Ahem......" Andrew coughed violently a few times, swallowed the ice water in his mouth, and finally began to say what he knew.

"A few days ago, there was a sudden violent energy fluctuation in the Alterac Valley. I sent my men to investigate, and finally found that the fluctuation point of the energy at that time was here in Steinbrad. However, I only know the approximate range around Steinbled. I don't know exactly where it is. ”

"Don't know?" Rowling snorted. "Are you fooling us? You still have to drink a little bit to maybe you can regain your memory! ”

"Nope! No! What I'm saying is true! Andrew was in a hurry when he heard this. The one who knows where the place is is De Witt! ”

"Devitt?" Everyone's eyes turned to the unconscious man beside Thea.

"The one you were questioning earlier?" Carré asked.

"Yes......"

"Why are you sure he knows?" In contrast, Rowling clearly thinks more. "Don't think that if you throw a scapegoat, we'll believe it! I'm not that easy to deceive! ”

Andrew gritted his teeth, knowing that if he didn't spit out something substantial today, these people would definitely not give up on their reads;

"Because I know who the owner of this treasure is!"

"Oh? Who is it? Anvena said.

"Yes...... It's Lord Presto! Andrew said reluctantly.

"Lord Presto?!" Shia, who had been concentrating on the rescue work at hand, was stunned by the name. She subconsciously went to Carré, only to find that Carré did not react violently.

Lord Presto is the Black Dragon King's Deathwing, Carré doesn't know? Sia thought with some confusion.

In fact, the identity of Lord Presto, apart from the children of the Black Dragon King, is only known to the spouse of the Red Dragon Queen and a limited number of other guardian dragons. And the dragons who knew about it did not spread the news further after Deathwing's disappearance to prevent the turmoil that might be caused by human society if they learned the truth. So, Carré didn't know about it.

However, Lord Presto's name still alarmed Shia. She pricked up her ears and began to listen intently to Andrew's story.

"Everyone said that Lord Presto's realm was destroyed by a dragon, so he left Alterac for Lordaeron with only one servant - this traitor!" Andrew spun, "But in fact, he left the most important family heirloom treasure in the Alterac Valley when he left Alterac in order to keep it when he returned home." ”

"Why do you know about such a confidential thing?" Sia couldn't help but question his words. Knowing the true identity of Lord Presto, she would not believe that the Black Dragon King would leave anything behind in mortal territory.

"Because ......," Andrew's eyes drifted. Because ......"

"Speak quickly!" Rowling raised the potion in her hand again. "Do you have to see the coffin without shedding tears every time? What a hassle! (To be continued)

PS: I can't help but complain, Rowling. Ms. Frost Leaf, how can the blood elves use frost leaves as their surname, and the night elves are almost the same. Well, this role is played by my CP classmates. Hey...... Wait a minute, someone. You will soon be happily ...... Hahaha