Undead... Why are there such high-level undead here?

The dark elves endured the sharp pain in their minds, keeping their consciousness as clear as possible.

After making sure that her arrows had killed the two Inquisition guys, she looked at the Soul Reaver floating in mid-air in front of her.

This guy is not the undead that can be seen everywhere in the catacombs, and only the battlefield close to the death of tens of thousands of people can possibly nourish this vicious... Spirits.

The Soul Reaver turned her head slightly, the soul fire in its eyes that made the dark elves feel like something had captured her heart.

The Dark Elf had no intention of fighting the dangerous undead, she was ready to flee, and the Soul Reaver held out her finger, which was far twice as long as a human's, and pointed the Dark Elf in a direction.

The place that led in this direction was the Black Pigeon Hotel, and doubts rose in her mind, and it wasn't long before the Soul Reaver disappeared before her eyes.

This undead... In the end...

The dark elf had just thought about it, and the pain of her brain almost being torn apart reappeared in her mind.

She fell to the ground clutching her forehead, the whisper of some unknown creature echoing in her ears, and she heard a sticky gliding sound.

Even the scene in front of her changed, and she vaguely saw in the dark space some desperately large creature open its pupils.

Hallucination!

The dark elves, who had spent some time in the Inquisition, knew exactly what a terrible thing the hallucinations were in front of them.

Fighting through the pain that echoed in her mind, she turned into a crow and flew into the air again, heading for the nearest sanctuary to Squirrel Street, the Black Pigeon Hotel.

When she saw the light coming from the window on the second floor of the Black Pigeon Hotel, her consciousness blurred again.

This caused her to lose her balance in the air, and she smashed directly into the window on the second floor of the hotel in the form of a crow, and then rolled down to the floor and changed back into human form.

"A thousand faces... What happened? ”

Pluck, the owner of the Black Dove Inn, was cleaning the second floor when he saw the dark elf slamming into the wall on the other side of the hallway in a very embarrassed manner.

Pruk immediately threw down his broom and ran to the dark elf.

He had never seen this dark elf look so embarrassed, and from the day she appeared on Squirrel Street, the power of the Squirrel Street underground organization was completely reshuffled.

It took her only a few days to hold the right to rule the black dove with absolute attitude......

But now she fell to the floor panting like a person who was seriously ill and dying.

"Flowers..."

The voice of the dark elf sounded so urgent that it was a little manic...... She gritted her teeth and struggled with the recurring fantasies in front of her.

"Bring me all the flowers in the hotel!"

Realizing the gravity of the situation, Pruk immediately ran up and down the hotel to gather flowers that could be used.

After a few minutes, Pruk took a few bouquets of flowers and placed them in front of the dark elf.

Since these are just decorations in the hotel, they are not very new.

Her gaze shifted to the colorful flowers, and the faint fragrance from the flowers made her feel a little joyful emotions that helped her to dispel a little of the crazy thoughts in her mind.

But it's not enough... Just a few bouquets of flowers couldn't distract her, awaken some positive emotions in her heart, and help her overcome the whispers that kept echoing in her head.

Sooner or later, she will be swallowed up by these crazy thoughts in her mind, and she will lose her mind.

She had to find something that would make her happy quickly.

In a place like Squirrel Street, it's almost impossible to find a garden full of flowers, but what about money?

The illusion in her eyes changed again, and the entire inn burned in her eyes, and some familiar voices seemed to be heard in her ears.

It was the wailing of her loved ones from the dark elves she once lived in.

The illusion of her loved one's death completely enraged her, and in order to vent it, she slammed her fist on the wall behind her......

The illusion of fire didn't bring her any heat, and the dark elf's body temperature began to drop gradually, and this cold aura poured out of her body.

It didn't take long for a beam of light to appear in her field of vision, dispelling the illusion in her eyes.

"Cheer up, I don't want my future TV chief reporter to go crazy in a place like this."

Reporter? The dark elf seemed to have heard such a strange word there, and her eyes finally got a little focus, and she saw Qiao Xiu half-kneeling in front of her.

"You ......"

"Before you complain, tell me how to stabilize your physical and mental state."

Qiao Xiu stayed at the Black Pigeon Hotel today to deal with the movie footage filmed during the day, and by the way, let the undead he summoned wander around the entire Squirrel Street.

Just now, the Soul Reaver summoned by Qiao Xiu completed his mission and returned to the territory of the Bone Duke.

Floating beside the dark elf are four daytime banshees, who are the photographers who are responsible for shooting during the day.

A milky white light appeared in the hands of the four daytime banshees, shining on the dark elves who had fallen to the ground.

Since these banshees forgot their old grudges and turned to their ways, they evolved into a special kind of solar charging panel.

During the day, they only need to bask in the sun and absorb the energy from the sun to maintain their existence.

At night, if necessary, the stored light and heat can be released...

It's a pity that Qiao Xiu is not a science student, and he doesn't know what the principle is, and even if he is a science student, he probably needs to add a sub-profession of necromancer to figure out the physiological state of the daytime banshee.

With the help of the daytime banshee, the dark elves' consciousness finally cleared up a little.

"You elves shouldn't have the setting to eat flowers to restore blood, right? I mean you can heal yourself with plants? ”

Qiao Xiu picked up a wild flower on the ground that was about to wither, and Qiao Xiu also saw the appearance of Prukman looking for flowers in the hotel just now.

Qiao Xiu still followed him to the second floor, only to find the dark elf who had fallen in the corner and looked close to death.

"I don't have any problems with my body... I need something interesting that can... Something that makes me happy. ”

She braced her consciousness to her feet, but failed, and the sunlight only made her feel better, but it couldn't dispel the chaotic whispers in her consciousness.

In desperation, she made such a request, even though she had no hope for Qiao Xiu at all.

Because many years ago, there was nothing in this world that could have made her interesting.