Li Lin and the others are about to do it.

After all, anyone who wants to be taken away for no reason will think of resisting, especially if they have extremely strong force.

But Roland reached out and stopped them.

He calmly asked the two men who clearly looked like enforcers, "I'm a little curious, why did you take us away." ”

"Provisions." The elven enforcer said with a cold face: "All outsiders who are scattered here have been registered by the City Lord's Mansion. ”

Oh, got it.

It is similar to the record of displaced people, which is convenient for management.

In that case, it doesn't hurt to register.

They are only here to complete the mission, there is no need to fight to the death with the violent organs here, in case it causes hostility between the forces, then let their chances of completing the task be greatly reduced, more than less.

With this thought, the five Roland followed the two elves to the City Lord's Mansion.

Along the way, Roland found that the people here were quite haggard and not very good-looking.

First, the underworld is too dead, not suitable for living creatures, and second, it is too barren to grow food.

But fortunately, some elves have also been scattered here, and there are even a few druids.

These plant experts have cultivated a crop that can grow in the underworld, and the yield per mu is not counted, it is about 150 kilograms, but it is ripe in March, and there is no spring, summer, autumn and winter in the underworld, so the plant can be cultivated non-stop, but it feeds a lot of people.

It's just that even so, there are not many places where this kind of crop can be sown, so life in the underworld is still plagued by the problem of food.

The City Lord's Mansion is not big, that is, a small stone building covering an area of more than 200 square meters.

All the buildings in the city are low, with a maximum of three floors.

After entering the city lord's mansion, the orc soldiers stopped at the door, and the elves brought the five inside.

Since the City Lord's Mansion was not large, after going directly to the second floor, Roland saw the other party.

Another elf in old robes.

The robe was made of twine and was coarse.

At this time, Roland finally knew why others could see at a glance that they were from the outside world.

Clothes...... The clothes they wore were too new and beautiful compared to the people here.

"Please be seated." The male elf in front of him is also blonde and blue-eyed, as handsome as the other elves in the forest, but his complexion is obviously not as good as the elves of the main plane, and he even looks a little gloomy: "Five friends at a time, it's really rare." ”

The level of this male elf in front of him is LV13, which is quite high.

And on the way here, Roland also discovered that the level of the people in the underworld is generally high, and the proportion of professionals is also very high, and it is estimated that there should be one-tenth.

But it's normal to think about it, the environment here is harsh, and if you want to survive, of course, you have to have enough strength.

In this small group, it is usually Shuk who is in charge of diplomacy, after all, high charisma is most suitable for this kind of place.

"Your Excellency, are there very few people who have been displaced in this place?" Shuck asked.

"It's not a lot, but the time is uncertain, sometimes it's a few years, sometimes it's a few days, it's hard to say." The male elf glanced at Shuke, and then his gaze fell on Roland's body: "You have the blood of our elven clan in you...... We are all relatives, brothers, can you tell me that my mother is okay? ”

Shuck shrugged and stood up for a trouser.

Roland really didn't expect that the elven bloodline he chose in order to become an elemental lord would actually play a role again.

He nodded, "Very well, everything is fine with the elves, but I feel more human in comparison." ”

The elf on the opposite side showed a tangled look, and finally sighed: "It seems that you grew up in the human world, and I don't blame you for thinking so." Now I would like to ask, what are your plans for the next step? ”

"I don't have any plans for the time being, let's take it one step at a time." Roland replied.

"You don't seem surprised or uncomfortable that you've fallen into the underworld?"

The elf looked at the five of them with strange expressions.

Their expressions were too calm.

This elf is the local city lord, he is a native of the underworld, but as an elf, even in the underworld, he worships the World Tree like his ancestors. Due to their long life and powerful abilities, the elves' inheritance cannot be broken even in the underworld.

Of course, this has something to do with the fact that the gods of the underworld rarely take care of them.

Otherwise, it would not be difficult for the gods to transform them into creatures like drow elves.

It has been refined for nearly two hundred years, and there have been many registered Boundary Breaker Wanderers, but anyone who knows that he has come to the underworld is as sad as his father and mother who have died.

It's the first time he's seen it like this.

"Can't you cry?" Roland shrugged indifferently: "And we'll find a way to go back." ”

Roland didn't want to reveal that he was able to teleport back to the main plane.

I am afraid that something will happen and affect my mission.

And these people have lived here for so long, there is no need for them to change their way of life.

"Then let's sign up." The city lord looked at Roland, started a lie detector for himself, boiled a quill with some black juice, and put it on top of the parchment: "Tell me about your identity, occupation, and race. ”

"Roland, magician, race is the son of gold."

Hearing this, the city lord was obviously stunned: "Son of Gold? What ethnicity is this? None of the bards who came down three years ago said that there was such a race. ”

"It's normal for a small race in a remote corner of the world not to have heard of it." Roland shrugged.

At this time, there was a happy atmosphere in the live broadcast room.

'GodTM's remote world perspective of the small race, Roland is too self-humble. ’

'Magicians are liars. ’

'Not a lie, we are in Hollevun, indeed a remote world, and then the number of half a million people, not what a small race is. ’

'No way, people with high intelligence always like to hide a little bit when they talk. ’

I think he just doesn't want to explain to people, so that they don't ask questions. ’

'Possibly! People with high IQs generally don't want to talk to people with low IQs because they think it's troublesome to explain, and then you say that people don't have emotional intelligence...... yes, the nerds you call them. ’

In essence, some netizens are right, Roland is too lazy to explain so much, if it weren't for the lie detector, he wouldn't even want to say the word 'son of gold', and the human race would be finished.

The elven city lord sighed: "Magician...... I thought you were a warlock. In the underworld, magicians are having a rather bad time. ”

"Will be hung by the god of the dead on the wall of the unbeliever?"

The elven city lord smiled: "Indeed, so you'd better believe whoever you want, the god of the underworld is good, not to mention the beauty, and the personality is good." ”

"Hanging people's souls on the wall of the unbelievers is also called good character?" Roland was stunned: "Wait, the god of the underworld is a woman?" But when I read the book, doesn't it mean that its gender is unknown, it's just a black mist? ”

"How is that possible! Even the evil god has a body, how can the god of the underworld be a cloud of mist. The elven city lord smiled: "She is just afraid that her divine body will be looked at directly, and the watcher will be insane, so she turned into a state of mist." ”

Roland asked, "So, city lord, you haven't seen the god of the underworld either?" ”

may agree with the relationship between Roland's elven bloodline, and the city lord seems to be particularly patient with Roland: "I haven't seen it, my strength is low, and I don't dare to look directly at the gods." ”

"Looks like the gods will appear often?"

"That's for sure." The elven city lord smiled happily: "This is the underworld, it is her home, how can it not appear often." It's just that she doesn't pay much attention to us. Well, the others also report their identities and occupations. ”

The other four reported some of their own information.

After recording it, the elven city lord looked at Shuke: "You are a holy warrior, remember not to put the light magic here, many people will be uncomfortable." ”

"Why?"

"Many residents who are not professionals, because of the adaptation and survival of the times, in order to survive here, their bodies are more or less mixed with the dark element, if you cast the magic of light, even if you see your divine light from a distance, ordinary people may not be able to stand it, and may even be blind."

Shuke nodded: "I understand, I will converge." ”

"A holy warrior known for his kindness." The elven city lord nodded with satisfaction: "Also, you are new to the city and have no place to stay, do you want to buy a few houses to live in this city." ”

"Houses are expensive." Roland asked. On the way to the city lord's mansion, he found that there were not many houses in the city, but there were not many people.

"It's expensive for the natives here, but it's not expensive for those of you who have just arrived in the underworld." The elven city lord pointed to the clothes on them that were of quite good quality: "Just these fresh clothes on your body are worth a medium-sized house. ”

Roland once again saw the clothes on the elven city lord's body, the linen robes.

It turned out that it was not that the other party was thrifty, but that there were really no good clothes to wear.

He neatly took out several sets of spare clothes from his space backpack and put them on the table: "Then please ask the city lord to help us choose five good houses." ”

Looking at the new clothes on the table, the elven city lord was quite happy: "Okay, you guys are very good. Anrol, come, take these five friends to the northern suburbs, and let each of them be a house away. ”

The elven guards who had brought Roland's five people over before reappeared.

He bent down slightly and made a gesture of please.

Roland and the others followed them and left the City Lord's Mansion.

The city lord watched a few people leave at the window, and then he closed the window, picked up a few clothes, and went into the inner room to try them on.

And Roland and the others followed behind this elf, and after walking for a while, Roland asked, "Your Excellency Anrol, can I ask a question." ”

"Say it." He also seemed to sense the elven blood in Roland's body.

"In this underworld, is there a blood clan?"

"Why do you ask this question?" Anrol looked back at Roland curiously.

"Because of this friend, he is a holy warrior and has an extreme hatred for the Bloodline."

Shuk made an angry face helplessly.

"Yes, yes, but you'd better not mess with them." Anrol continued to walk forward as he spoke, "The Blood Clan is now protected by their True Ancestor, and no one dares to confront them except the Immortal God. ”