readx;? Eya elf choked indecently - his friend's betrayal didn't move him, the thief's torture didn't change his color, even Fang Cai's life and death, his face only showed anger and perseverance, not the slightest embarrassment, who knew that a bottle of healing potion about ten times the usual weight made his face distorted...... What do the Grenada use to make a healing potion?lizard feces or rotten grapefruit, this kind of ...... How was it that sour, bitter, astringent, and disgusting smell was made, brewed by the temperature of the goblin's armpits? and, unlike other healing potions, it was as thick as mud, like some kind of vomit, and he swallowed it "in one gulp" because he couldn't divide it into many mouthfuls. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But in fact, the potion worked so well that almost as soon as he drank the potion, the hideous bloody wounds stopped bleeding, and the soul of the other world took out an obsidian bottle and poured the clear, cold water on it, and the wounds healed as fast as if they had put on wings. It can be said that in the blink of an eye, only a heavy scar was left on his arm, and then the scar fell off, revealing a new skin that was more vivid than the surrounding skin, and it was still a little fragile, just like the meridians and muscles in the skin, but it no longer hindered the elf's movement, and when he stood up, he found that his strength had also recovered, his vision became clear again, and his fingers, which were numb and cold from blood loss, also regained their keen touch.

He lowered his head and tentatively moved his fingers, one of his thumbs that needed him to ask the priest to pray to the elven's father, the god of life, when he returned to Emerald Forest Island, to grow again. In other words, he and Lucieux will still be in a dangerous situation for the rest of the journey, but there is no insatiable greed in the nature of the elves, and he is interested in the ...... that saved him and Lucieu The child was still holding on to his heartfelt gratitude, and at the same time, another emotion rose from the depths of his soul, he knew it was shame, he had ruthlessly rejected the child more than a hundred years ago, he was unwilling to be kind to the son of the Dragonborn who killed his best friend, even though he also had half her blood, and when the black-haired half-elf needed them, he did not hesitate to turn away and walk away, but when they needed the dark-haired half-elf, he did not wait for them to pray and scream as he had done at the beginning and reached out。

- Does this elf know you?

- It was the body of "our", the lich was tired of saying that the bottomless abyss should be cursed a million times, he had never expected to see it in this place, well, this Eya elf, he didn't even want to think about it, because this elf was tied to a memory that could not be remembered. Ah, it's not that the elf brutally tortured and humiliated him, but the latter always reminded him of those years when he was so humble and weak that he couldn't even protect himself. You know, that processed memory has become very thin, but as soon as you see this guy, it is like a colored old movie tape (of course, this is what he sees from the memories of his cohabitants) suddenly becomes vivid.

He had not yet shown his talent, the new king seemed to have forgotten that he had a son, and Gredi's eyes had not yet fallen on him, his clothes and blankets had been taken away, and his food was becoming worse and scarcer day by day, and he was living in that palace as tenaciously as a mouse or a pile of weeds, and he had heard the attendants and maids mention the other half of his blood, and he knew that his black hair came from his mother, an Aya elf, and he knew from those few words that the Eya elves, though despised and hated by the dragonborns of Grenada, were indeed stronger than mortals and other races, so strong that the red dragon sees them as an enemy. Because of this, when he didn't get any kind response from Grenada, he began to shift his emotions to another blood relative he had never met—maybe they would be willing to accept him, and since he had their hair color, the shape of their pupils, he wouldn't be worse off in his fantasies, and he would do whatever he could get out of this delicate prison, and he would be willing to be the enemy of dragons and dragonborns anyway.

Interestingly, while he was praying, his mother's old man appeared, and he had come to retrieve his mother's relics, maybe a brooch, maybe a ring, or something important, when the young half-elf saw them— With long pointed ears, long hair as black as the night out, a complexion as white as moonlight, and eyes as blue as the deep sea, he rushed out without a moment's hesitation, whatever it was, he didn't even think that they would cut him off as an enemy......

And then, what happened? The lich thought, at that time, he did hear the Eya elf calling out his mother's name—which he had heard from his attendants, yes, not only the color of his hair, but also his countenance more similar to his mother than his father—the new king of Grenada had a feminine and flamboyant face, but Cremar's face...... It wasn't as stiff as Baldwin's, but it did have the distinct contours of elves, not to mention his eyebrows, which flapped like the wings of a falcon, and his softly curved lips when not taut.

He caught the elf, and he caught it, and the moonlight was bright, and Cremar could clearly see the emotion in his eyes—from astonishment, to understanding, and from ignorance to hatred, hatred to sorrow, and then sorrow to pity, and in place of pity was a cold, cruel rejection. The younger, probably only the half-elf of a third of the height of the burden, which the elf now carried, was resolutely pushed away, and the lich heard his companion asking, an elven language that he could not understand at the time, but he was able to memorize it completely.

The elf said that he was going to return him to his mother's lap?

And the elf, who now prostrates before him, says, no, he has evil blood, he will never hear the cry of Angelis, the god of life, he will only sink in the dust of the wasteland, and become food for the devil and demons.

They didn't kill him, and if they did, maybe the story of Cremar would have ended before the beginning, the lich hadn't left the depths of the sea of knowledge, he didn't need to observe, and he knew that this Eya elf might be grateful, ashamed, but definitely not regretful, even if time turned back now, back then, he would still push the young half-elf away, like a sinful creature.

"Eloch......" the young elf cried softly, she saw that the elder man's injuries had healed and the blood had returned to his cheeks, but he ignored the rescuer's outstretched arm, and instead stood up against the wall, his expression was very strange, and he seemed to be both wary and ...... about the unusual red robe Her indescribable emotions.

In fact, it was only the elven who was slow to act because of his thoughts, and the spirit of the other world, although it was also aware of the slight fluctuations in the lich's mood - but the fluctuation was as slight as a dragonfly skimming the water, and it took this change to heart, and decided to wait until it was time to rest and ask the lich, and for now, since the former undead, His Highness Grenada, did not stop its actions, then it was tacitly approved - in other words, it could do as it pleased, and the lich would solve the problems for it in the future.

Without pause, the black-haired Dragonborn took out another potion, which was much less than Eloch had swallowed, the smaller one could be held in his hand, and he handed it to the elven girl - the chain had broken away from her arm under the influence of magic, she should have been in pain, and the blood loss had made her a little dizzy, but she didn't let out any other inappropriate shouts or cries except for the low cry just now—the otherworldly spirit blinked, and realized that she couldn't take it with both hands, so it simply opened the cap for her.

Lucieux glanced at his Uncle Eloch, the older elf nodded calmly, and she immediately smiled, a smile bright enough to light up the entire cell, and instead of waiting for Cremar's help, she leaned down, her lips like rose petals touched Cremar's fingers, his fingers were so cold, she thought, as she bit the neck of the bottle, the sweet potion flowed into her tongue, she couldn't remember how she drank it, maybe it slipped into her throat like a small fish— Anyway, all the pain, thirst, and hunger disappeared in an instant, leaving only a mouth full of fragrance and sweetness, "Snow Honey," she took a deep breath, "This is the Snow Honey of the Silver Crown Forest." ”

Eloch glared at the vicious red-robed warlock almost uncontrollably, but he also knew he didn't have that qualification, but an ominous premonition took hold of him when he saw Lucier's eyes, and he reached out and grabbed Lucier's arm, "We're going to get out of here as soon as possible," he said.

"Wait. Said the soul of the other world.

Eloch and Lucieux turned together, but one was wary and the other hopeful.

"Here's for you. The Otherworldly Spirit said that he knew that the elves would have countless allies once they entered the natural land, but in his plan, no less than thirty members of the Dragonthorn had already infiltrated the area, and the tops of the two cliffs were only rocks, and there was no dense vegetation to hide them.

Lucieu reached out before Eloch and took the small lizardskin bag, a spare dimensional bag containing scrolls, wands, and rune seals prepared by the lich. There was also the wand that originally belonged to the leader of the walled city, but fortunately it was not a one-time thing, as long as they tapped it on the wall, they could choose a staircase and window with no one to leave.

"Until the sun is gone," said the black-haired Dragonborn, "or don't use any teleportation spells until you get out of the shadows of this mountain, this place is already restricted, and all teleportation spells will be invalid." "But the dimensional bag contains two scrolls that can hide their tracks, which can guarantee that they will leave this battlefield safely.

Eloch felt only a pain pierce his heart, and he had to admit that maybe the child did have more blood in her mother, but he couldn't say anything in the end.

"My name is Lucieu," he couldn't say, but Lucieux was much braver: "Tell me your name, though you ...... It's a red robe, but you've saved me twice - on that ship adorned with a golden bow statue......"

"I remember you," said the otherworldly spirit, a lich at the time, but it could also be seen and heard, especially the elven girl who was so cute that he was impressed. It said, but with a vague sense of regret, because that's not its real name, "Hurry up." He said.

"May the stars light your way. Lucieux said, "Cremar." ”

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"May the starlight light light your way," repeated the little devil Asmodeos, who had just eaten a full meal, so spoke with that leisurely and contented tone, "but she may not know that this sentence is a curse for the Grenadans, no matter how vicious, because only under the protection of the red dragon can the Grenada gain true power and authority, and where the red dragon is, there is only haze and smoke, and the so-called starlight is absolutely not visible." ”

The black-haired Dragonborn just glanced at it, and then began to lose his mind, and began to disguise the scene—the greedy little devil had almost drained the blood of the dragonthorn member, and he had to leave a mark that the leader of the Walled City had indeed performed a similar spell in order to create the illusion of defeat for both sides.

"Why don't you let this corpse disappear?" asked the little devil, scratching his chin with his paws, "it's much easier." ”

"Your joke is very boring," said the Otherworldly Soul, who would not be deceived by such lies or inducements, "and the absence of a corpse will only lead to deeper inquiry and search, but if there is, then all they have to do is remove a name from the roster." ”

The little devil was not surprised, his master was never stupid, uh, no, except for the Demon: "Aren't you worried?"

"What?"

"I'll probably go snitching. ”

"You can do whatever you want. The soul of the other world said calmly. Since they decided to use Asmodeos, they showed that they could control this cunning little devil once and for all.

"So I'm going to explode all of a sudden?" the little devil scratched his ass with his tail instead, "before I say the first word." ”

"Maybe. The soul of the other world said, "But it is also possible that it will not, do you want to try?"

"Nope. The little devil said regretfully. (To be continued.) )