Before dark, the chaos in the entire Black Swamp Village returned to normal. The panic of the monster attack turned into the joy of being safe and sound, and for the first time, the more than 300 people in the village felt that there was hope in life. This is also a joy in the bitterness.

Zhou Qingfeng also came to Black Marsh Village for speculation, but he didn't expect the speculation to be so successful. When the villagers cheered around him, he felt for a moment that he was not the chosen one, the savior of all people. But Ciric reminded him......

"Most people in the world are ignorant, and if you can't provide more good, if you can't erect greater majesty, it will only take them a moment to support you, and it will only take a thought to abandon you."

These words were completely a mockery of Ciric, but with the respectful and vain smiling faces of the villagers, they made Zhou Qingfeng feel a chill down his spine. He is still walking a tightrope, as if he is on the edge of the abyss, like walking on thin ice, trembling.

But what should be done is still to be done.

Taking advantage of the excitement of the villagers, Zhou Qingfeng simply organized the staff. As for how obedient these people are, there really can't be much hope.

Todd was sent to the old Borg's shack, and Zhou Qingfeng followed after arranging the affairs of the village. The witch doctor's shack still smells of blood and rancidity, and the dwarf witch doctor is casting spells - 'delay the poison', 'heal minor injuries'.

The barbarian crushed the leader of the Sludge Monster at the last moment, and pressed his ugly head into the mud and sand. Naturally, the evil monster struggled desperately, and its two front paws continued to attack Todd's chest and head.

By the time the leader of the Sludge Monster was restrained by the paralyzing poison, Todd's leather armor on his chest had been shattered, and his chest and abdomen were severely injured, leaving a large number of tearing injuries on his head and face, which were unrecognizable and life-threatening.

After the dwarf witch doctor cast the spell, he shook his head and said to Zhou Qingfeng: "My ability is limited, I can only do it to this extent. He may well be a cripple or be unconscious forever. It takes a senior priest to get him back, and I'm not. ”

Old Borg is a wild witch doctor, and the healing magic that can be used is mediocre, barely keeping Todd from dying. Zhou Qingfeng nodded, without too much force. He asks Ciric, "How can I save my friend?" ”

"You? You can't save this barbarian. Ciric sneered unceremoniously, "Your friend believes in Sivanas, the god of nature. Now there is no high-ranking priest, it depends on whether his bravery can be recognized by the 'Father of the Forest'. ”

"What does it take to get recognized?"

"Sivanus loves to guard the forest and destroy the cultists of monsters. If recognized, your friend will not only be healed, but will also become stronger.

But your friend is just an ordinary barbarian, and the 'Father of the Forest' doesn't keep an eye on him. If he hadn't prayed, Sivannath wouldn't have known of his existence at all. So he was dead. Ciric laughed.

Not very important terminals, the server will not actively contact. Todd fell into a coma, meaning that it was impossible for him to contact the gods he believed in.

Life and death were nothing to the old dwarf, and it didn't comfort Zhou Qingfeng, but excitedly turned to the three corpses of the sludge monsters that were sent, especially the corpse of the leader, which made it even more admired.

"Victor, I really want to thank you. Not only did you provide the recipe and craft for the paralyzing poison, but you also hunted down the monsters that came to attack. It also saved me from a catastrophe, and I had never seen such a big sludge monster, which was an absolute surprise. ”

Old Borg wanted to use a knife on the huge corpse for dissection as he spoke, but Zhou Qingfeng stopped him and said, "This monster was killed by me and Todd, shouldn't you have asked me first?" ”

Well, ......, the so-called dissection of the dwarf witch doctor is to use an axe and a cleaver to make a mess on the corpse. Zhou Qingfeng's words made him smile awkwardly, and asked rhetorically: "Your Excellency Hugo, you definitely don't want this stinky corpse, right?" ”

Zhou Qingfeng nodded.

"Then I'll pay fifty gold coins......"

Without waiting for Old Borg to finish speaking, Zhou Qingfeng shook his head and said, "You should know that Bane's church has been active in the Black Forest recently, and you should also know that the humans in the forest are in big trouble." ”

Old Borg smiled wryly and spread his hands, "Black Swamp Village is a muddy pond, and there is nothing here worth fighting for by those madmen under Bane. If someone is willing to come here and rule here, maybe it will be a good thing. ”

"But that's not a good thing for me. I don't want to accept the fate of being enslaved and leave this hellish place in a dignified way. Zhou Qingfeng paused, and decided to try to pull this old dwarf into the gang, "I want to explore a ruin in the forest." ”

"What ruins?" Old Borg's ears immediately pricked up, "Is there really a treasure in this forest?" ”

"Before the Iron Curtain of Demons enveloped the Northlands, there was a city of elves in this forest."

"The City of Silver Leaves." Old Borg rushed to speak, and he asked in surprise, "Do you also know the Silver Leaf City that was abandoned decades ago?" It was the deepest fascination of all adventurers in the Black Forest, and no one wanted to find it, but they couldn't find it. ”

Zhou Qingfeng rolled his eyes, pretending to be blind to the old dwarf's excitement. He continued to say in a flat tone, "The actions of the Magru tribe are tantamount to stopping my exploration, and those goblins have already discovered the city. ”

"No......." Old Borg immediately shook his head, "You must know that elves have a habit of cleanliness. It is rumored that the Silver Leaf City has an autonomous consciousness. They'd rather let their city blow itself up than let a gang of dirty, ugly goblins take over it. ”

Zhou Qingfeng did not comment on this, but the old Borg couldn't bear it and said: "Your Excellency Hugo, what are your plans?" ”

"I don't have any big plans, I just want to enter the elven ruins. It is said that the elves evacuated in a hurry, leaving behind a lot of good things. For example, the catacombs of the Elven Temple also contain the remains of the city lords of the past dynasties, including burial goods. ”

The old dwarf immediately jumped up and shouted, "Yes, it is impossible for the elves to take the initiative to destroy the tombs of their ancestors, and the burial goods may still be there." Even if the elves moved the coffin, it would not be possible to destroy the tomb, and there must be good things left inside. ”

Zhou Qingfeng continued: "There is also the Great Library of Silver Leaf City, which contains a laboratory for elven warlocks to study arcane arts. And their arsenal may not be completely empty, and they may be able to find some valuable enchanted weapons. ”

"That's right!" The old gnome shouted again, "The elves' arcane laboratory, this is what all mages dream of. ”

Zhou Qingfeng said a few words, and the old dwarf almost stopped breathing. The latter hurriedly asked, "Your Excellency Hugo, how do you know this?" You've got to come up with proof that these things really exist. ”

Elves have a lifespan of hundreds of years at every turn, and for these long-lived races, they will carefully craft something extremely special in their long lives. Most of them are works of art, but there are also magical items and all sorts of fine equipment.

Whatever it is, elven things have always been highly sought after in human society. Even ordinary objects used by elves can sell for a lot of money. After all, those elves are okay when they are full, and the idle eggs hurt, and they are too much in pursuit of the comfort of life.

Regarding the old dwarf's excitement, Zhou Qingfeng only sneered. He walked up to the unconscious Todd and changed the subject and asked, "You said that in the elven city, will there be a powerful medicine, or a scroll or something that can cure my friend?" ”

Old Borg suddenly replied in a trembling tone and with an excited expression: "Yes, there must be." Those elves are the most afraid of death, and there is a fountain of life in every elven city. That thing will never be destroyed, it will definitely remain in the ruins. ”