Volume I, Atlanta Chapter 52, The Waiter at the Banquet
Elves can fly too?
Caesar is a little confused, in the past three months, Caesar can be said to have been opposite to Wen Leisa, and he has never seen Wen Leisa have wings.
Even, Wen Lesa once revealed that if she could have a pair of wings, in the vast sky, with the elves' archery skills, she would definitely become the most terrifying bad news for the enemy.
In this way, the elves should not be able to fly, but how did this elf get its wings just now?
In order to understand this matter, Caesar immediately called Wen Lesa over.
"My lord, what's the matter?" Wen Lesa changed her clothes, she was already too tired to do anything after three months, and the clean-loving elves had suffered a lot in the past three months.
As soon as she returned to her room, Wen Lesa immediately took a shower and changed her clothes.
Caesar stuck his head out a few times to see that there was nothing, closed the door, and then sat down beside Wen Leisa, and asked in a low voice, "Wen Leisa, is there any branch of your elven clan that can fly?"
Wen Lesa tilted her head and blinked, looking a little cute: "Hmm...... There have been before, and then there are none!"
"What do you mean?" Caesar asked.
Wen Lesa patiently explained to Caesar: "In the past, the elves were not only all condensed together now, there was a past, the elves were like the humans in the northwest, with tribes and territories as their living places, grassland forests, desert forests, sea elves, etc., all derived in this way, and there is also such a branch, their place of residence is not in the earth, but in the blue sky!"
These elves are called sky elves, and they have transparent and beautiful wings, which look exactly like ordinary elves, and also have long, pointed ears, but the difference is that they are wings.
This type of sky elf is different from the elves of the earth, whose main means of attack is the bow and arrow, and their agile eyes allow the elves to catch all fast-moving objects.
The Sky Elves are different, because of their wings, their short-term acceleration is very terrifying, and their figures are like ghosts, but their long-range attack ability is very poor, and their eyesight is similar to that of humans.
Wen Lesa said this, paused, and said after a while: "It is said that when Hell invaded later, when Heaven smashed down to seal the exit of Hell, the Sky Elves were also brought over and smashed into the abyss of Hell together, so now there is no Sky Elf on the Io Continent. ”
"But these are just legends, whether there are really sky elves or not, no one knows, after all, it's been so long. Wen Lesa shrugged: "Even if there is, it is estimated that he is suffering from Diapole in hell!"
What does it have to do with that Diablo?
Caesar made a conquest, whether it was Lori and Shota who met in the territory of Big Horn, or the black dragon Nefarian and the red dragon Antonio, they all talked about Diapoleon.
And now the branch of the elven race seems to be related to Diapole, isn't this Diapole some fantasy story...... But it's real?
"My lord, why are you suddenly asking about this?"
Wen Lesa looked at Caesar curiously, it is said that it is impossible for the matter of the Sky Elves to be spread, whether it is true or not, even Wen Lesa herself is not sure, and even she herself has doubted whether the history of the City of Tranquility is true or not.
"It's nothing, you go back and rest first, I'll meditate and cultivate again, and I'll go to the banquet tonight." Nor did Caesar say anything about the attack he had just encountered.
Now they are here in this Prairie King, although on the surface, the Prairie King seems to have a very good relationship with his father, but Caesar believes that there is no time in this world that cannot be diluted, and there is no interest in cooperation, so even the Prairie King does not dare to continue to restore the past relationship with Atlanta.
Winlessa departed, and Caesar stood by the window, thinking about what had happened in the intervening years.
Who was the man who attacked Atlanta and for what purpose?
Is the legend of Diapoleon true?
There is also the black dragon Nefarian's dragon ball is still on his body, Antonio said that once Nefarian's sister Onexia and others feel this dragon ball, they will definitely come to take it back as soon as possible.
Coupled with today's attack, what exactly is this elf attacking itself for?
There shouldn't be any grudges between them, right, what is the purpose of her coming to attack her?
What is the connection between these things?
......
That night, Walker drove the carriage to the door of the hotel where Caesar was staying, and invited Caesar into the castle for the dinner that evening.
Most of the people here in Maas City are orcs, but there are also a lot of humans, they are all native humans on the grassland, everyone, just entered the banquet hall, Caesar saw the happy and hearty laughing king of the grassland.
"Uncle Simba!" After retiring from official duties, Simba, the king of the grassland, is friends with his father after all, and he still has a request for the king of the grassland, and his uncle is not a loss.
Hearing Caesar's voice, Simba, the king of the grasslands, turned his head and said with a smile: "Caesar, are you hungry?
As he spoke, a waiter came over with the food.
Caesar waved his hand, just picked up a glass of red wine and toasted the Prairie King.
The Prairie King looked at Caesar's mental appearance with a smile on his face, and couldn't help but sigh: "If that guy in Atlanta saw you like this, he might have to die of happiness." ”
"Uncle has overdone it, and Caesar has just changed back to his original self. Caesar waved his hand and said indifferently.
The King of the Prairie took Caesar and kept introducing one person after another to Caesar, including officials from various departments in Maas City, heads of various chambers of commerce, and heads of various associations.
Although it seems to be harmonious, for some reason, Caesar always has a feeling of restlessness, as if something is going to happen.
"By the way, I heard Walker say, Caesar, you still seem to be a magician!" said the Prairie King, holding a glass of wine, and said coldly.
Caesar did not deny that the person who saw Walker's bright hand during the day was not the only one, and even if Walker didn't say it, others would pass on these information.
"Maybe it's a blessing in disguise!" Caesar nodded lightly: "When I recovered, I found that my mental strength was very low and strong, and I could even feel the existence of magic elements, and there happened to be three magicians in Atlanta, so I secretly learned a little magic from them, and I couldn't get on the table!hehehe~"
"Being able to instantly release a wall of ice more than ten meters long, and without chanting spells, the magic you learned is really unusual!" the Prairie King seemed to have something to say.
Caesar glanced at the Prairie King and said softly, "Uncle Simba, do you have any questions for me?"
The Prairie King nodded, did not deny it, leaned into Caesar's ear, and whispered: "Magicians are a scarce profession in the northwest, and few magicians will come, but less does not mean that there are none!"
After hearing the Prairie King's words, Caesar nodded, the Prairie King was reminding him not to expose his strength casually, if there happened to be a magician when something happened in the morning, then it is estimated that the Magic Guild would chase after him to snatch this instantaneous ability.
Caesar nodded vigorously: "I see, I'll pay more attention to this aspect, thank you!"
The Prairie King nodded in satisfaction!
He raised his glass and touched it with Caesar, and drank it all.
At this moment, a dagger flashing with silver light suddenly appeared behind the Prairie King, and a man dressed as a waiter held the dagger and rushed straight towards the Prairie King, and the pair of long ears showed its identity!
"Be careful!" Caesar exclaimed, pulling the Prairie King past him as he kicked the table flying, knocking the waiter straight into the corner before stopping.