Earlier, Mother of Heaven, perhaps I will be able to meet you soon.

Watching the old steppe elf walk towards him, Donald couldn't afford to resist at all - even in Seal City, he wouldn't be harmed in any way, but the steppe elf was looking for, unless he lived in this damn city for the rest of his life, otherwise, there would always be a time when they would be caught.

Therefore, if they find out about stealing the warehouse, they will go to the mine of the steppe elves to dig stones for a few years, even if it is to hide from the crazy woman of the Morwis family and her mad dog.

Of course, the second half of the sentence can't be said anyway, otherwise it will be dead.

"Mr. Donald." The old steppe elf seemed to notice the sloppy expression on Donald's face, and he sat down in front of Donald: "I heard that you are from the world of Abild, right?" ”

"Well, yes, why do you ask this?" Donald realizes that things are completely different from what he had imagined, so he immediately lifts his spirit: "I'm from Abild's world, you know there. ”

"Yes, I heard that there have been any undead plane debris invasions recently?" The old man's question made Donald turn his head to look out the door—Ayers, the bastard, dared to poke out half of his head outside the door.

The old steppe elf noticed Donald's small movements, he glanced at Ayrs, and smiled: "It looks like the other subject is also there, Mr. Ayers, why don't you come in and have a good talk." ”

"Can I not come in?" Ayers poked out two-thirds of his head.

"Yes, introduce yourself, I'm Kakalele, an old hunter of my lord's Anonymous clan." The old man introduced himself.

Donald almost slipped under the table - you're called the Old Hunter, and you're trying to make the Old Hunters of the Multiverse embarrassed.

The legendary hunter of the steppe elves, at least one-third of the deaths of high-level lichs of the undead plane every year are related to him, the famous lich hunter, Donald feels that there is hope in his life all of a sudden - if this is Hamlay, then Donald is finished, because this Kakalele's brother is a legendary stalker, specializing in chasing down those bastards who hurt the steppe elves, but they are not guilty of death.

"What's wrong with you?" Ayres opened the portal in the next second and came to this Kakalele.

Damn, your lich face has been lost.

Donald gave the man a roll of the eyes, and read the contents from his white eyes.

Life is gone, what's the use of having a face, you have the ability to fight him.

So the two of the evil world were silent, and Kakalele looked at Ayers: "You are so tall. ”

Ayres immediately squatted down for him.

"I've heard you've been to Abild, and you're from Abild, so I'm wondering how the world is now."

Kakalele's question was very simple, and Donald replied without thinking: "It's okay, the kings are high, the nobles are carefree, the once-in-a-century tide of death has only been a few decades, except for the neurosis of some Chaos sects that will cause some trouble for each other, this world is really very safe." ”

Having Donald's answer, Kakalele turned to look at Ayers.

"Two of my friends and I just came back from there a few days ago, and the two of them were not very lucky, and they ran into a small member of your clan, and he and the aborigines killed him." Ayres said this, exactly as Donald had heard before, and it didn't look like a lie.

This gave Donald some certainty of his ethics - the prairie elves were the best at dealing with the undead, and I heard that they didn't even need to detect lies, just look at the undead to confirm whether they were lying.

"It looks like the world doesn't need us to play yet, and good, thank you for your answer, Mr. Donald, you've gained the friendship of an old hunter." The old man took a pouch out of his pocket, which he threw in front of Donald. Donald opened the bag and took a look, it was a small piece of hedrons, a specialty of the world of Ayarok, if he got Abild, he could make those mages pay a lot of money.

It's a pity that he hasn't been able to go back for a long time recently, but it doesn't matter, just find a mage to get rid of here, it's enough to make a lot of money.

"Thank you, Your Excellency." Donald bowed his head - the prairie elves are harsh on the undead, but they are very generous to the living, as long as you don't die.

"As for you, Mr. Ayers, although you and I are rivals, I still appreciate your philosophy of life very much, I have a job, I don't know if you are willing to accept it." Kakalele turned to look at Ayers.

The latter smiled bitterly: "I don't seem to have the right to refuse." ”

"It's nothing, it's a job in the world of Abild, I heard that there is a child we left behind, although I don't know his identity, but I was very happy when I heard that he was able to slaughter your wine and meat friend, by the way, did you get your friend's inheritance?" As it belongs, Lord Kakalele, these words really speak to Ayers's heart.

Donald saw the undead Mr. Death's eyebrows flutter in an instant, and sure enough, the favorite thing these undead guys like to do is to harvest their dead teammates.

"It looks like you've got it, so I'm relieved, your new job is to travel to a world you don't know about, and fight against some of your kind."

"I'm one lich, and my kind is another lich, old man, do you know how boring the confrontation between two lichs is." Ayres looked at the old man in front of him: "I don't think you look like you're old and confused." ”

"That world is a little troublesome, and a camp like ours is not welcome, so I hope you can work for you, don't you want to gain some benefits from the changing times in that world." Kakalele asked rhetorically with a smile.

“…… You say what I'm going to do. Ayres thought about it and decided to cut it short.

"Kill the target I chose for you, and after the mission is completed, you will gain my friendship, which can cancel out my hunt for you, how about it."

"It's done." Ayers held out his hand.

The old man didn't stretch out his hand, but smiled and nodded: "You made the right choice, Mr. Ayres, you can do it, the coordinates of that world will be in your hands within three days, and you can prepare your army now...... By the way, this is the deposit I gave you, which I obtained from a person of your kind, since you are asked to do something, you should pay some deposit, the so-called equivalent exchange, which is what it says. ”

Ayres took the small box that Kakalele had thrown over, only felt it for a moment, and immediately lowered his head: "Thank you for your generosity, Your Excellency. ”

"It's just a small gift of no use to me, but I'll say the ugly things in front of me, and you better remember not to think about hurting any of the steppe elves, or else your pursuit order will be put in front of me as quickly as possible." Kakalele said.

Ayres has no objection to this: "Don't worry, I don't think I've lived long enough." ”

"Alright, you can go."

Donald and Ayers immediately exited the hall.