Kerryben took what looked like metal, and when he touched it, he felt a faint magic pass through his fingers, as if he were touching a magic scroll - the elves were quite sensitive to the power of magic, even if they couldn't use it, but it was only a power that seemed to dissipate at any moment. He took the fragment into his eyes and examined it, it was dull in color and torn around the edges, resembling an old piece of gold leaf, which some mages and warlocks often used to decorate their spellbooks, especially those who sometimes had to hide the identity of their casters. Mithril and Adamantite are good, but they're too easy to catch clues that shouldn't be there...... However, spellcasters never slack off when it comes to their cherished spellbooks, and when Adamantite and Mithril are not a choice, gold and silver become the first choice, and the power of magic is noticeably smoother than other metals when it travels through them.

The fragment had fallen from the corner of a book, carved with fine patterns and symbols, and because of this, it was not obscured by the gastric juice of the bats that could melt steel, and the priest had done the necessary cleaning and protection for it.

"You know," said the thief as the Elven Ranger stroked it repeatedly, "there are thousands of such things in Sharp Jaw Harbor, and if you are willing to walk into those black alleys, there will always be a few people who will bring out something good for you to admire - either the valley where the dragon has fallen, or the cave where the devil is imprisoned, and there is a dangerous assassin hiding on some nameless island, a mountain of gold and gems...... It's everything, and it's enough for a bard to sing for twenty years. ”

"But I remember that there was indeed a poem that described it," said the elf, "Is that venerable and pious follower called Leobaud the Listener?"

The priest of Ilmut paused, he was not a person who was good at memorizing, he rummaged through his thoughts for a while, and then nodded cautiously: "Yes, at the end of that book...... The sir. He signed his name - not to make a name for himself, but in the hope that if someone wanted to consult the record, it would not be dismissed as a fabricated story. ”

"And what does this," the thief asked, "have anything to do with us? The mage has his book of spells," he said almost as if he were a scoundrel, "and it is not a gold coin that is placed before me, nor is it a flower that can be worn in a woman's hair, so why should we go to such trouble for the payment of this fee?"

"As you have said to the venerable Ranger," said the priest of Ilmot, in a manner more brazen than the thief, "it is unlikely that you will leave here until this matter is settled." ”

"And. He watched the thief's immediately dangerous expression, and added in time: "The gold coins and valuables found in the ruins by the followers of the good gods are pitifully small and do not match his status during his lifetime, nor do they match the identity behind him, and it is said that the true treasure left by the abominable and vicious undead was not kept in plain sight, it was hidden, along with the spell book." ”

"But for the facts," said Carryburn, who forwarded the fragment to Cremar. The former undead, who had been shot while lying down, took the fragment and began to cast a spell: "I don't see anything different about it. ”

"It used to contain power," the pastor said, "and as you can see, I am not a strong pastor. The village and myself have been able to hold on to it almost all of them. ”

"What kind of power?"

The priest hesitated for a moment, apparently reluctant to speak, and was skeptical and disgusted by the power: "...... Death ......," he whispered. "As long as the power is poured into it, the cloud of death will hang over the heads of the living. ”

"Cremar?"

"I don't think," said the lich, "there is no evil and chaos in it. There is no negative energy with corrosiveness and toxicity. ”

"But it does......" said Ilmot's follower, "until the night before you came." ”

"Didn't it get you out of the village either?" asked Gülen.

"If I could," the priest wriggled his fingers uneasily, "believe me, I wouldn't do that—I'll warn you aloud at the first opportunity." ”

"That's only the devil knows. Gülen didn't care, but he didn't pay attention to the priest of Ilmort anymore - the black-haired spellcaster gave the fragment to Baldwin after casting two spells, and he was forced to stay lying down because of the battle in the Glimmer Moments- At least by the next morning, he had only a rudimentary understanding of magic and the like, and valued its utility more than principle and detail, after all, when he fought the orcs in Thundercastle, he only needed to know that a spell could freeze them, a spell that could burn them all to charcoal, but out of politeness, he took the little piece anyway, and carefully placed it in the palm of his hand to look through it.

It wasn't Bedwin, who had become extraordinarily clumsy at this time, that made the thief smile playfully, but Meimi, who snuggled up to the gray-haired warrior. The only chairs in the room were empty, and no one was doing anything, and Flo's priest curled up his two little pearl-like feet, half-seated and half-lying beside Birdwin.

While tending to the wounded, the priest of Frow wasted no time in bringing herself a little warm and clean water, and she combed her hair with a comb dipped in water, and now the plump, thick dark brown hair was still a little wet, and she wiped her face delicately, and patted her cheeks to make them red, and she always bit her lip, and her teeth as white as shells left marks and deepened colors on her soft lower lip. The priest of Ilmot had only prepared a whale oil lamp in this room, and when Baldwin had the fragment, she calmly picked it up from the small table and brought it to Baldwin, who took it with great pain, and sent the light and herself to the warriors. The thieves found that she had very beautiful eyes, especially in the light of the light, in which you could find the gold of the sun, the green of the forest, the gray of the rain clouds, and the blue of the sky. More accurately, opals, which are unpredictable and infinitely beautiful.

"Gülen?"

Glenn crossed his arms and turned, "Please, honorable lord." He said in a sinister tone, frowning inwardly at himself, for he hadn't even noticed when the priest of Ilmort had left the room.

"We need to know more about this place in more detail and depth," Kerriben said mildly, adding that elves don't care as much about whether others respect them as much as humans do, preferring to be with their friends as equals. Although the thief can't be said to be his friend yet, this little grudge can still be ignored, and he does need the thief's help: "Can you complete this task?" he smiled and put his hand on his belt, "I promise it's paid." ”

"It's up to you. The thief said, "I just want to get out of this place as soon as possible." ”

"Of course," said Careyburn, "we all want to." He paused: "I still have a bottle of mead here, and if you feel like you can hold on, we can share it this night." ”

The thief thrust the dagger back into his belt: "You and me?"

"Or me," the caster said, before turning to Kerryben, "You're hurt." ”

Baldwin looked up. But he didn't find any blood on Kerry himself.

"Your ribs are poking into your lungs. "You were hit by a boulder when the tower fell, and from then on you unconsciously protected your right rib, and then you deliberately carried your longbow in front of you as you took Berdwin all the way. It's because he's going to crash into your body in a bump......"

"I've already drunk a healing potion. Kerry said helplessly.

"You went to fight with the bats again before it was healed," said the lich, "and you fell straight from the roof to the ground while you were fighting them for a baby." ”

"You're on the other side of the village," said the elf in astonishment, "how do you know so much?"

My spiritual servant. "Stop changing the subject," the lich said to himself, "and he said coldly, "you need to rest, it's just me and Glenn tonight." ”

The elf sighed. Succumbed: "How many spells do you have?"

"As much as your healing potions. The lich replied sarcastically.

Berdwin laughed, and he patted his side, "It's good that the priest of Ilmot has a very wide bed," and he said, "We can share it, and then give the mead to those two guys." ”

"If you need to ......," said Memy timidly, "maybe I can ...... too"

"If you allow me to throw you as bait when the bats come," said the caster without emotion, "I will need you very much." ”

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"I thought you hated me. "After leaving the sanctuary in Ilmut, the thief said.

"Why," the lich asked rhetorically, "you're useful to me," the caster raised his finger to show the thief the slender silver rope wrapped around his wrist, "and you always give me some unexpected inspiration." ”

"My pleasure. Gülen said that he was walking about five feet away from the caster, but he also knew that it was ridiculous and a little stupid to be within the caster's sight, but his body was not controlled by the will at all.

Few of the people of the village were willing to light torches at night, and they did not need to, to hear the cries and unbearable cries of young children in the unsealed crevices of the mud huts, for some of the less seriously wounded were left at home, and their families were boiling herbs given to them by the priest in the hearth in the middle of the house, which smelled no better than feces, and not surprisingly, it was really feces.

"How far do you think we can go?" asked the thief.

"Remember that morning?" said the caster leisurely, "The farmers were working in the fields outside the village, and in order to prevent the sacrifices from finding themselves trapped too soon, the mages or warlocks who set up the sacrifice also expanded the area to cover the places they walked through every day. ”

The thieves were always silent, even on the muddy, uneven narrow road, the mage was not far behind, the last glimmer of light was clear to them, and their speed was just as fast, and it took them about a third of the time of ordinary people to come to the edge of the field outside the village, and they walked along the path trampled by cattle and men, and passed through the thorny wasteland, to a field with sweet potatoes, and the shed that guarded the sweet potato field was empty, and its owner may have died, or perhaps he did not dare to equate his life with a few baskets of sweet potatoes-- Beyond that, there is a dense bush of thorn roses, where the traces of human beings end.

"It's foggy. Gülen said.

"Ah," said the lich, "we have reached the point of vigilance. ”

The sudden mist may seem ordinary, but it often appears in lakes, streams, and swamps, where there is plenty of moisture, and it swirls around the villages and woods, rolling like a living thing, at first just around your ankles, but soon it climbs up to your knees, then to your waist, and then to your chest—perhaps because of the perception that Glenn and Cremar are not stupid mortals, and that it is almost instantly thick enough that even a thief's eye cannot see through it.

Something touched the thief's finger, and the thief's adamantite dagger stabbed into it, and if it was a living thing, it would have been taken immediately, but the touch of the dagger sent chills down Glenn's body - something more hateful to him than bats, the damned silver rope, which wrapped around his neck and sent him into the abyss of death several times, still held a place in the thief's mind.

The rope crawled through the thief's sleeve and wrapped around his chest, and Glenn tried to get rid of it but suppressed the thought - the caster would not make useless moves.

He had made the right choice, and the next moment a small hurricane of rage roared from where Cremar had been, and it swept away the fog - the thief heard a sharp creak, and he immediately crawled down smartly, and something was dragged away from the top of his head by an invisible giant hand - the wind, and something else cut his back.

When the fog had cleared, the silvery-blue glow of the stars had once again covered the land, and the sweet potato fields were in shambles, and the thorny roses not far away were also scarred, but fortunately the rope had kept the thieves from being taken away with them—he saw a dozen gray-white furry bats hanging from the countless broken but still tough and sharp thorns—they had tried to sneak up on him and Cremar under the cover of the mist, and of course, more had been swept away by the sudden hurricane.

If they were just two ordinary people, they would probably already be eating and drinking.

But it was not worth rejoicing, as far as they could see, the grove behind the Thorn Rose, the gloomy gloom of the puff shimmered with tiny needle-pointed, crimson light, dense like the reflection of the stars cast in a pool of blood.

Ilmot's pastor is not exaggerating at all. (To be continued......)

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