By the time the wizard reacted, the vine bonsai that had suddenly come to life had already broken through the soil and sprouted tentacle-like rhizomes, wrapping around his hands. These writhing roots appear to be thick and thick, but they are actually so fast that the wizard doesn't even have time to react, and the whole person is already fixed.

But that wasn't all, and soon the vines in the potted plant spread out and quickly poked into the ground along the tabletop, arching the tavern floor and firmly gripping the ground under the planks. At this point, the wizard was already in a full set of shackles, completely frozen in the posture of bowing forward.

"Miss Jenny?"

The wizard didn't get angry or struggle, he just said in a surprised voice. The long hood obscured his expression, and in the shadows, the female elf could only guess his suspicious appearance at this time.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Sandru." Jenny said, the smile on her face unchanged, "I forgot to tell you, although Deadwood City is a city of friendship, it does not welcome every species that lives on the continent of Cabez. ”

The wizard tried to move his hands, but his frail body couldn't break free from Jenny's magic - even if it was only a potted plant.

"This must be a misunderstanding, please let me go, no matter what the problem is, I can explain it to you."

The voice under the cloak sounded sincere, and the wizard bent down his already slumped body, as if he was even more humble.

"In that case, I might as well ask Mr. Sandru to explain a question for me," Jenny smiled, the expression on her face a little stern, "Why would a necromancer come to Deadwood City and ask me to find the relics of the Lord of the Night?" ”

The wizard's body trembled slightly, but it was keenly caught by Jenny.

"Damn, it's exactly as Green said!"

She finally became angry. The previous problem was nothing more than a bluff, as soon as Jenny walked out of the tavern, she was stopped by the teenager, and after learning that the other person she was talking to was the necromancer, Jenny was both shocked and angry, although out of trust in Green, she brought the potted plants that Green bought, but she had to confirm the identity of the other party in person, so as not to wronged the good guy.

But now it seems that what Green said is true.

Finally sure that she had been deceived by the other party, Jenny couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. If it weren't for the fact that he happened to meet his long-lost godbrother and got his warning, he would not even know that he would even have to work for the hateful necromancer, and he would be complacent about finally delivering things to the other party!

Jenny looked indignant, but even so, the elf's beauty instead highlighted the beauty of the hero.

"Looks like you admit it, don't you, Mr. Sandru?"

The wizard crouched on the wooden table and did not answer Jenny's question.

Hmph, do you still want to deny it?

This druid was dissatisfied with the other party's evasion, after all, she had no tangible evidence, even if she used magic to temporarily bind the other party, she had no reason to detain the wizard. She must have a handy explanation, whether it is physical evidence or human evidence.

So she beckoned outside the tavern.

The wizard who seemed to bow his head actually peeked at Jenny's every move, and when he saw her waving his hand, he immediately raised his head and looked at the door of the tavern in the sunset. In the soft dim light, a dark shadow entered against the light, slowly walking in the direction of Jenny and Sandru.

Although the wizard had not yet seen the other person's face, he could clearly feel the other person's fierce gaze.

Damn humans. The wizard thought.

"Thanks to you for reminding me, I would have been fooled." Jenny said as if annoyed, but her bright eyes betrayed her joyful heart. Sandru didn't do anything substantial, Jenny naturally had no hatred for him, but she was able to take precautions and preemptively solve a necromancer, and at the same time help her godbrother who she hadn't seen for many years, and the joy in her heart was always greater than the bad feeling of being deceived.

The approaching figure stopped, and the wizard could feel his gaze sweep over him for a moment before shifting to the druid.

"I can't say that, if it weren't for Sister Jenny's help, how could I have taken him down on my own."

By the candlelight of the tavern's early candles, our boy showed his slightly youthful countenance. He scratched the back of his head, with an embarrassed expression, looking at the elf big sister's eyes, it aroused love even more, and in a trance, it seemed to return to the innocent childhood ten years ago.

It was an innocent and happy time, and she met her best friend, and this likable little brother.

Recalling the goodness, Jenny couldn't help but the corners of her mouth curled slightly.

In stark contrast to this is the dark depth of the wizard.

The sound is so familiar.

As soon as Green's voice reached his ears, the wizard felt something. His face was gloomy, and he slowly raised his head, the backlight was no longer visible for a while, and by the bright candlelight, he could finally see the appearance of the person who spoke, and at this glance, under the shriveled skin, the Adam's apple suddenly churned.

"It's you."

The wizard's voice was eerie as if it came from the abyss, and he finished it word by word, but added another sentence.

"Sure enough, it's you."

Green frowned, this guy, sure enough, still recognized me.

But the boy only frowned. If it was in the past, Green would have to be terrified for a while, and being targeted by a necromancer above level seventy would definitely not be a pleasant enjoyment. But now is different from the past, and the warm-hearted old man woke up Green with a word. Maybe before today, his biggest reliance was only beyond the historical memory of this world, but if he faced an enemy who was too powerful, experience and skills could not bring him victory, and what really helped him was the elf big sister he subconsciously ignored!

How strong is Sandru? Green hadn't learned a skill like probing, and even if he was so close, he could only see the words [Strength Assessment: C-Grade/B-Grade] from the system inspection. If it was in the middle of the battle, Green would have to scold his mother, and even call the customer service to angrily reprimand the group. A strength class, representing the difference of 30 levels of characters, in extreme cases, the lowest level of C-level monsters will even be a full sixty levels worse than the highest level of B-level monsters!

That's the rhythm of the group flutter!

Before Green swore to take revenge on Disburingka, he was a core member of a fixed team, and in the early days of the team's establishment, because he couldn't accurately judge the strength of the other party, he made a serious mistake: it was a very ordinary wasteland, and they found a locked treasure chest in the underground mausoleum dungeon, and a group of spirit-absorbing monsters were guarded around it. At that time, the scout was a female archer, and she estimated that the enemy's level was very low, and the player's general will attribute should be able to pass the guò exemption test, so Green, who had lock-picking skills, rushed to the iron gate without hesitation under the cover of his teammates. In the end, the spirits were destroyed by the players, and they also got the equipment in the chest, but the lonely boy was shocked into stupidity by the spirits. Force.

So Green is well aware of the dangers of such a general range of evaluations.

Fortunately, the ambiguity of the system did not matter at this moment, because the boy quickly shifted his attention to the druid's sister.

What did he see?

[Strength Assessment: Grade A]

What is this concept?

After the number jù of the system in the game is replaced by real-life letters, it is difficult for Green to answer this question. But if he had to say it, then to describe Sandru as a green-named elite, then Jenny must at least be a boss. After all, before she joined the White Druid camp, this elf was born in the Starfish Castle Academy, and had traveled to the Royal Academy of Magic in Rhodeland, the Moonwhite Ivory Tower, and even the extremely cold monk of the Volga Peninsula, even if she was invited to become a druid because of her curiosity about magic, she was still named as an archmage in the Cabez Magic Guild and enjoyed the preferential treatment of all archmages.

Moreover, she was a staunch ally of Green.

This kind of high-level NPC doing the thing of a thug is simply what all players dream of when doing tasks, but everyone is used to finding a breakthrough in the rules alone or in a team, to deal with all kinds of enemies and tasks, so that at the beginning, Green even forgot about his big sister who was "Jun Hanshi".

Green was a little ashamed at the thought of how he was still worried about how to take down Sandru.

Having such an excellent resource at hand but not knowing how to use it is really worthy of the player's title of "a group of monkeys who are imaginative in the sky" (from the words of the sheriff of Brilliant City Milt).

But some people don't see it that way.

"You dare to appear in front of me."

The necromancer spoke as if he were not a prisoner.

Green gave him a strange look, in the following miracles, the way in which the magic profession releases magic is different, the elemental envoy relies on the elemental pool in the body to stimulate the ability, the alchemist needs to draw the alchemy array, as for the monks in the northwest extreme cold land, most of them integrate spells into the mortal body of the flesh, although the process is difficult but they send and receive freely. In addition, wizards, mages, and warlocks rely on the knuckles of both hands and verbal chanting to cast spells without the help of magical equipment such as staffs.

There is no doubt that Sandru is a true necromancer, whether it is dark magic or spiritism, he needs to use his hands with swollen joints.

In that case, what is there to be a wizard with his hands tied?

Did he want to use his displeasure to convince Jenny that he was also a necromancer?

Hehe, clumsy joke.

"It doesn't look like you're well aware of your tragic future?"

The wizard snorted coldly, looked at Green, and then at Jenny. His posture made the movement very laborious, so Green crouched down with kindness, and then looked up at the emaciated face under the hood for a long time. Speaking of which, it was the first time he had looked at Sandru so closely, the guy who had been following the miracle and offering the Dark Lord an artifact that had made the good camp almost desperate, and he looked no different from the wizards of Deya, all skinny and boneless, thin cheeks protruding from high cheekbones, and sunken eye sockets as if he hadn't slept for hundreds of years.

The only thing Green cared about was his deep eyes—we weren't talking about a small pond, and the boy's gaze made him feel like an abyssal suffocation.

Green stood up with his hands on his knees and took a deep breath.

That's not something special, it's an ambition.

He had seen the same light in the eyes of the Emperor who was trying to reign in troubled times.

"Well, well, at least this is a careerist who has been caught."

Thinking so, Green turned his head to look at Jenny, who had been staring at him, "So, Sister Jenny, how are we going to hand him over to the Deadwood City guards?" ”

"It's simple," the dignified White Druid, how could Jenny have no choice, "I just need ......"

"Save it."

Before the elf eldest sister could finish speaking, Sandru suddenly opened his mouth and interrupted the conversation between the two siblings.

"Victory is not yours."

Sandru stopped talking, and before Jenny could look surprised, he suddenly shouted loudly, ignoring the wizard's mysterious image, "Paint-it-black!" ”

Before the voice fell, Green's face changed drastically, and the next second, someone moved.

It's a tavern diner!