When Elleris was sent out of the [Labyrinth] by a cloud of gray mist, it was half an hour later. His armor was messy, his expression was dazed, sweat hung on his pale face, and he seemed to have walked a long way.

Elleris' massive mace was dragged to the ground by him, as if it were too heavy to lift.

Looking at his miserable image, even Shen Yan felt that he had gone too far, "I'm sorry, I really didn't expect you to be a road blind." "This magic is really too unfriendly to the blind road idiot, even if Shen Yan throws Qi Qi Demon into the labyrinth, it will only be out of trouble in twenty minutes.

(Qi Qi Mo: Everyone can drill holes correctly underground, and the sense of direction is super strong!) Grip the claw. ）

Elleris opened his mouth weakly, trying to refute that he was not road blind, but he could think of himself scurrying around in the maze like a headless fly...... Am I not going to be able to ride a horse alone from now on?

No, he's more concerned about another thing now - am I really out of touch with the times? Is my strength really outdated?

You know, Elridine, Elleris, Avarac and other elves are all legends! Among the elves, they are revered as sages, guides, and even ...... Demigods. Of course, that's just a title. At that time, Corellon had just set foot in high-level divine power, and there were still a large number of natural gods mixed with the elven god system, and he did not pluck the subordinate gods from the elves on a large scale. In that era, the legend was already the highest combat power in the world and the pinnacle of strength.

Why should Elleris and others be dissatisfied with Corellon's policy of concessions? Because back then, it was enough for them to suppress human beings by just three or two people! In terms of strength, the two sides are very different, so why should they back down?!

It's a pity that they don't see as far as Corellon can.

How would Corellon feel if he told him that a magical empire called "Netherel" would be born in the future, ushering in an era named after Nether?

Nether has given birth to a large number of Grand Arcanists, who have lifted huge mountains into the sky, and the magical realm once stood out as a gods! Iolem, Kronommansel, Karthas and other Grand Arcanists are all 30+ level Legendary Arcanists, don't look at Karthas's magic to replace the secret in the end, that's because he doesn't know much about divine power, so he and the secret may not lose so badly!

And in the history of Nether, the number of 30+ level Okuku is almost half a hundred! In particular, Iolum invented the art of immortality, and few of these O'O's deaths were made. If it weren't for the serious infighting in the country, and the fact that magicians like to stay in deserted places to do research, Nether really has the strength to start a war with the gods!

Remember one truth—in Nether's time, there was only Nether.

After Nether, although the goddess of magic blocked the source above the 9 rings, the mortal era of magic flourished just arrived. Therefore, a magic like [Labyrinth] that ignores the effectiveness of magic defenses, not to mention defense, Elleris has never even heard of it, and it is not strange to be put down by a snap of his fingers.

In Faerun, if a legendary warrior is put down by a high mage with a spell, then there is no need to say "mage" obediently - because it is not a problem, and when you meet a well-prepared high mage, half of the legendary profession has to kneel.

"The Fa Ye is his own son" is really not a joke, whoever believes in the dwarf's "Fa Ye is dead, and the musket should stand" is a fool. But in the time of Illerys, the magicians were best at rubbing ice arrows and fireballs, or opening doors...... They need to be firmly protected by warriors to cast spells properly!

Could it be that times have really changed now? Have we really been abandoned by the times? So, the current elves are actually dead to us, and we don't need to go back for a long time?

Elleris' expression was dazed, helpless, and pitiful.

The real blow was not "defeated" by Shen Yan with a snap of his fingers, but-

Pheren ...... There's no going back.

*****

The place where you can't go back is called your hometown, and the place you can't go to is called far away......

No matter how many worlds he conquered, Eileres never considered it home.

His hometown should be under the Elven Tree, the cloister of the Fellow Courtyard, and the Feiliu Waterfall of Rolan.

How many times had they thought about the decline of the elves under the leadership of Corellon, and finally had to ask for help from their "distant relatives". And they, the new "kings of the world", will open their hearts and hearts, give them the most beautiful country without any guilt, accept Corellon's apology, and lead them to counterattack the world of Ferron...... But now, why is everything so different from what I thought?

To be honest, the last time Wild Hunt led the team to the north of Neverwinter, they really didn't know that they had arrived in the world of Feren. Because the gods all chose to look on the "invasion" coldly, it was a joke. If it's really an invasion, let alone the gods, it's the Great Sage 12345, no, it's Ilminster who can catch them all and spank them.

Now Faeron is no longer the era of the Big Bang of magic, the research of magic has slowed down, and there have been no new breakthroughs for many years.

But a legend of more than 100,000 years, is it still a legend? If so, it's just an antique from a legendary brand, and it's only for museum display. Although the strength of Elleris and the others has not been without progress over the years, how can the occasional communication of a few small groups of people compare to the rapid advance of a big era!

"Ahh It's enough to blow the body, so why torture the mind? He's not the devil.

Shen Yan walked over and stuffed a metal card into Illerys' hand, "If you don't say it, I'll just agree to my conditions." It's a hotel in the city of Bowland called 'Walsnow's Pink Nest', and you go there and you have everything. I'll take care of the whole store for you for a week, and all the consumption is mine! Go ahead, relax, and wake up drunk and don't think about anything. ”

……

Looking at the back of Illerius walking away with his helmet and hammer, Ciri from the beginning to the end was almost like a dream.

"What just happened between you? Why does it look like ...... in the end? Friend? ”

Shen Yan shook his head, "You don't understand men's business!" That's the case at this moment, but we'll still fight each other next time we meet. There was endless sighing between the words, as if to say, this is a man's romance.

yes, when Elleres figures it out, he'll want to hack me to death the next time we meet!

"By the way, Shen Yan, what is the 'Pink Nest of Walsnow'?"

"The largest women's branch in Bowland City." Shen Yan smiled, "I made some business suggestions, they closed for a week in the name of interior decoration, and they were ready to change their way of working, and it was by the way to entertain Elleris." ”

“…… So you didn't spend a penny at all, did you? With Geralt's adoptive father as a bad role model, Ciri thinks it's normal for men to visit women's wards...... Her three views have long been broken.

"Not only did I not spend any money, but I also had extra income! Why should I spend the money I earned by doing my job? ”

Speechless again, "...... So what do we do next? ”

"Let's go, Ciri, let's go, fight the sword world."

*****

Ciri once thought that Shen Yan's "Sword World" was afraid that it would be another alternative ice sea run - after getting along for a long time, Ciri gradually discovered some rules. For example, if Shen Yan's mouth describes A, then the result may be B or C, but it can never be A.

And he will also give you a sense of "isn't this taken for granted" and "your IQ may not understand", which is maddening.

This time, Ciri thought that if he rode five or six miles on horseback, he would meet a convoy of luxury cars—thirty or fifty attendants, seventy or eighty horses! There are all kinds of wine, food, and beauties on it, and then Shen Yan sat down and took her to a place called "Tianya" to live for a few days...... That's what she thought.

To be honest, Ciri was looking forward to it.

But no, just two people and two horses, along a long and long road...... And, of course, the sword and the end of the world.

She doesn't understand, every boy has a dream in his heart, called the end of the sword.

That can't be discounted.

The two of them marched side by side, Xiri's horse was called Swallow, and Shen Yan named the horse he was riding.

It's either a tall horse, or an ordinary bad horse.

Shen Yan didn't go out in a god costume, he was wearing a slightly more worn-out leather ring armor inlaid with iron plates, and Ciri didn't know where he turned this thing from...... The whole Dover Manor looked tall everywhere, and this kind of leather armor didn't even qualify as garbage. Fortunately, he didn't fool around with weapons, a "Sword of the Lake Maiden" and a "Touscent Chopping Steel Sword", and he knew that it was a good weapon by looking at the hilt.

With this equipment, coupled with Shen Yan's embarrassing stubble that had been born for a few days, the dust stained by the journey, the vicissitudes of vertical pupils and the indifferent expression, Shen Yan now looked like a demon hunter more than Geralt.

So naturally I also encountered ......

"Phew! Freak! A mouthful of phlegm spat on the side of his boot, and a farmer cursed with a big grin. In their eyes, a demon hunter who has vertical pupils and can't make a woman pregnant is an out-and-out freak! Especially when these people will take all the money in the village after killing the monsters.

Seeing Shen Yan looking over, he raised the pitchfork in his hand threateningly!

"Forget it...... When a hunter always encounters such stupid guys, it's good to get used to it. Ciri grabbed Shen Yan's arm and persuaded.

"Ciri." Shen Yan removed Xiri's hand holding his arm, "Some people just lack education, what we have to do at this time is not to pretend not to hear, but to break his mouthful of dog teeth!" As soon as Shen Yan's words fell, he punched the farmer in the mouth! He didn't use all his strength, but with a bang, the farmer's face deformed and then jerked out to the other side, and his body flew up and turned in the air.

Several black and yellow teeth flew out of his mouth and fell into the grass.

"Make you spit!"

Made, I can't help you if you spit on me in the game, do you dare to do this in reality, of course Lao Tzu chooses not to forgive you!

"Outlander! What are you doing! Several peasants came up with pitchforks in their hands.

"Fuck your sister!" Shen Yan picked up the straw fork that fell on the ground and held it in his hand, "Come on, the pitchfork fight!" ”