"Hey, what are you doing? I have no interest in black-skinned chicks. Wang Feng was surprised to find that Yat hesitated to lie down beside him, and then hugged himself. He had almost forgotten that he was not a man.

"Quiet. I haven't slept well since I was expelled from the Dark City. Damn berserk creatures everywhere, I've had enough. Yatbar, who hugged Wang Feng tightly like a koala, smacked, "Take me to the place you said tomorrow to look for it." If the person you're talking about can really help me as GSD helps you, I'll thank you. ”

"Cut, hard to say. I don't think even Minette was there anyway, and he wouldn't necessarily teach you necromancy. Wang Feng broke free, but Yate hugged him tightly.

"If she's the Dark Elf Minette, she'll teach me. If she really is. Yate said wistfully, and then stared at the giant sword on Wang Feng's body, "Hell, take away your piece of broken iron, do you want to sleep with it?" Damn, I can't imagine that dead old man would give a lady such a weapon, is this thing for logging? ”

Wang Feng thought about it, but still let go of the giant sword in his hand. Then he turned over and faced Athe, he didn't know whether he should cry or laugh, the bastard named Amy was right, he wouldn't have those messy thoughts, even if Wen Xiang Nephrite was in his arms, but there was no physical reaction, it didn't mean that there were no psychological waves. "Hey, dark elves, do you have any goals?"

"The goal? Do you talk to an evicted homeless person about a goal? Art muttered, "Speak as if you have a goal." Aha, don't you want to be a savior? For example, going on an adventure because of the request of a white-skinned woman in a princess's robe? ”

"Do I look like an idiot?" Wang Feng clenched his arms in retaliation and hugged Yat. "But that Geert is really good, are you sure to avoid the bullets of that gun?"

"I don't know, I only saw that when you look at that white skin, your eyes are as bright as a male spider in heat, and it seems that the attraction of a firearm to you is far less than that white skin to you," Art shrank into Wang Feng's arms, but his mouth was very poisonous. "Do you have any goals? Or is your goal just to stop wasting time sitting still? I've seen that you've been in contact with quite a few townspeople, so I guess you have some ideas. ”

"Damn... You're covered in ice... Anyway, this kind of weather won't be cold like this. Do you dark elves sleep in your arms at night? Wang Feng complained, but still didn't let go of his hand, and then said softly, "As for the idea, hehe, I just want to survive in the chaos later." ”

"The breath of necromancy will make the necromancer's body temperature drop. The temperature in Dark City at night is not as suitable as you here, and we Dark Elves are all in groups to keep warm. It's a pity that I practiced necromancy, and the temperature of my skin became like this. Like your ghost hands, you can't hide it. Yat probably didn't hear Wang Feng's whisper, his eyes were staring at the moon in a daze, "Normal dark elves are also constant temperature, you know why I was kicked out, right?" But it's also good, you can't see the moon in the Dark City. ”

"The awakening of the dark elves' necromancy talent shouldn't be a special case, so there should be a lot of dark elves who have been driven out, and those companions who have suffered the same as you, why don't you try to find them? By the way, why do you keep hiding your body? Could it be that the hidden is still a racial talent? ”

"Talent? The soul power that the old lady has worked so hard to collect is almost consumed in order to maintain stealth! Art grumbled, "Didn't you say you were a jack of all trades?" I wonder what the Elwin Line was set up for? And what was the Dark Elves' Camp of Afaria built for? ”

"Humans and dark elves at conflict?" Wang Feng thought about the location of these two lines of defense and asked tentatively.

"So you should never see a dark elf in a human city, at least until this human has made a mistake... Similarly, even the Dark Elves can't find another Dark Elf, if not intentionally left a mark. So I found you, the cursed one who was likewise unacceptable. ”

Wang Feng frowned, "Isn't it good to be a lone ranger?" ”

"Lone ranger?! How could you have such a stupid idea? Even those spiders know how to move forward one litter at a time! Your ideas are really no different from those unrealistic men! Yat screamed, "You're a lady who has never been out of the house!" You must be an adventurer who knows nothing about the forest. No creature will act alone, never! Even stupid goblins are made up of clans. Surely you don't know that the lone wolf legends that circulate in your human mouths are nothing more than stupid fairy tales, and there is only one fate for those who fight against the group independently..."

"I understand, I understand." Wang Feng whistled, "Maybe now I should use my brain in time, maybe I will come to a correct conclusion: I am afraid that the only thing that a person can accomplish alone is **?" ”

"Phew, Wang Feng, I curse you to die of the plague!" Art was ashamed and angry, "May the demons and gods drag you into hell, you idiot!" ”

"It's not early, even ghosts and gods have to sleep. See you tomorrow, Arte. Wang Feng thought that he didn't have the tools to commit the crime, so he didn't bother to tease the black beauty in his arms. By the way, I'm not the only criminal in this town, why did you find me to be your companion? ”

"For there is no blood of the alien race in your hands. At least you didn't do that until you were safe for your life. Art sighed leisurely. And the strength is not bad. ”

Wang Feng sneered, "If someone is willing to pay enough money, maybe I will give your head to someone else as a trophy, by the way, who is your current queen?" ”

"Our queen has always been Meia, and the dark elves have a very long lifespan, beyond your imagination. Sleep, you little spider with your webs pierced. The Dark Elf's eyelids moved, and his body stiffened, but he didn't say anything more, "I've had no one to sleep on for a long time, I'm too tired." ”

Early the next morning, Wang Feng, who had a nightmare (to be precise, the battle of the corpse mountain and the sea of blood, plus the flesh and blood feast), was forced to get up early, in the spirit of a slut who was uncomfortable alone and uncomfortable, and woke up the sleepy-eyed dark elf, of course, he was kicked hard by the dark elf who did not want to wake up.

Yate is still a girl in the end, not a pseudo-mother like Wang Feng, so there are still mirrors. Wang Feng saw his current appearance from the small mirror carried by the dark elf, and he felt that this apple face was simply inferior, especially the apple face with short hair, coupled with his bloodstained silk sacrificial robe, Wang Feng also thought that he was the protagonist from a certain H small book.

In addition to the fact that his appearance was not very pleasant, Wang Feng found a good thing, when he woke up, the wound on his leg had healed, and the body transformed by the ghost god was really strong enough.

After cleaning up, the two of them came to the backmost alley of Huttonmar, Huttonmar Backstreet, also commonly known as the sewer block. Of course, after Yate became invisible, Wang Feng could only be seen in the eyes of others.

This is the most lax place in the city of Huttonmar, and to be precise, the city guards may not dare to come here.

There are dilapidated small stalls everywhere, selling not only exquisite weapons, all kinds of farm tools, clothes, but also dried meat, black bread and other foods, as well as some hunting items, such as goblin specimens, cat demon heads, etc., and there are two homeless men fighting in the corner.

Wang Feng strolled around this chaotic morning market with interest, his mutated right hand was enough to make these ordinary people retreat, and even when Wang Feng walked by, even the two guys who were fighting stopped fighting and slipped away. Only then did Wang Feng understand what it meant that ordinary people in GSD's mouth were unfriendly to the able, and those sneaky and curious eyes were definitely not a sign of friendliness.

But it doesn't matter, Wang Feng originally just came to find the famous profiteer Sherlock.

Like all qualified merchants, Sherlock always wakes up a little bit earlier than normal. The faint morning light could not hide the torn dirt and blood stains on Wang Feng's wide sacrificial robe, but Sherlock smiled more enthusiastically after seeing Wang Feng's bare feet and the giant sword on Wang Feng's back, "Aha, my dear friend, what is bothering you? In addition to no money? ”

"Thanks to my concern, I'm fine except I don't have money." Wang Fengpi didn't smile, but his eyes kept resting on a very, very characteristic item at Sherlock's stall - it was an unusually gorgeous princess dress, which was almost out of place in the whole neighborhood - if I remember correctly, the princess dress on Kelly was the same one before. "If possible, please give me two glasses of water and two loaves of brown bread. By the way, to be honest, I don't have a single copper plate. ”

"Aha, there's no such thing as a free lunch. Nothing is free, you know? This warrior! Or rather, this young lady who just left home in anger? Having said that, Sherlock still took a few black breads from his stall and handed them to Wang Feng, "No capable adventurer will go hungry, will he?" ”

"But there's a free breakfast, isn't it? Perhaps, I still know a little secret about you and the cuties in the Gran Forest. Wang Feng smiled and reached out to take the few pieces of brown bread, "Maybe I can take some dirty gadgets and exchange them for some better bread." ”

"It's no secret that the merchant Sherlock hates those green skins. But those useless hand bones can't make you ask for more, and Sherlock must be the most expensive to buy hand bones! Sherlock snorted and did not refute Wang Feng's words. I thought you were going to see this wonderful dress and see how old you are. ”

"If you don't think I'm delaying your business, can you tell me where the thundering ruins are?" Wang Feng touched his nose and smiled, he received a task prompt.

Triggered Quest: Sherlock, the Merchant, expresses his enmity with the Goblins of the Gran Forest, and is willing to purchase the Goblin's Hand Bones by purchasing them. (Level unknown)

Completion Reward: Unknown

The whispers of the surrounding businessmen did not escape Wang Feng's ears, and the sentence that someone was poor and crazy again, and the exclamation of taking Sherlock's task of pit man made Wang very concerned. It stands to reason that with the combat power of goblins, it should not be enough to pose a threat to ordinary people.