Not understanding why the magic beast asked, Xue Wuxian nodded.

Sighing softly, the Magister spoke: "I have a relationship with the elders of the elf clan in the elven forest, and this time I was supposed to go directly, but in the tavern, I noticed those dark elves, they are not weak, I think they may be unfavorable to the elf clan, so I signal you, follow the mercenary group to take a look before making plans." ”

Fa Qi explained like this, Xue Wuxian was clear, and he could only agree immediately, after all, he had a request from the elves, and if he could help, he would naturally have to help.

After a pause, Xue Wuxian asked, "But Uncle Faqi, how likely do you think they are to succeed this time?"

"Almost zero. The Magister replied very simply.

"I wondered why he took on this task, and in the end everyone felt that he was very sure that he could complete it. ”

Xue Wuxian glanced at the middle-aged magician, and then asked suspiciously.

The corners of Fa Li's mouth curved slightly: "This kind of task is rare, it is gambling, if they gamble, they can make a lot of money, if they lose the bet, they will leave, they can earn more than 200 gold coins if they win, and only need to pay 20 gold coins if they lose, a difference of ten times, do you say he will gamble? It is too difficult to make money, and this kind of opportunity is too rare." ”

But they are not afraid of being lost in the forest, and they must only enter the village to see the elven children. "Snow Without a Trace is a little confused.

"Hehe, you haven't been to the Elven Forest, there are some things you don't know. Fa Qi smiled, "The elf race, on the whole, most people like to be quiet, a considerable number of elves have never walked out of the elven forest in their lives, but there are also a small number of elves who are happy and curious, and they will even enter the human society to live for a period of time after the coming-of-age ceremony." “

And these elves, in the end, have three destinations, or tired of seeing the scenery of the human race and return to the elven forest again, or remain semi-accepting of human society, choose to live in the elven forest and the place where the human race intersects, and even some new elven villages are born in these places - it is said that the steppe elves are gradually separated from the elves in this village, and a very small number of elves even marry humans and eventually live in human cities. ”

The Magister waved his hand to chase away the mosquitoes that came out and said, "They probably know that there is an elven village not far from the Elven Forest, so they will try their luck this time." ”

"I see!" Xue Wuxian looked aware, and then asked, "But, Uncle Faqi, if they really do it, what should we do?"

Looking at the snow without a trace, the Demon Master smiled and comforted in a low voice, "Okay, you don't have to worry about this, it's okay." ”

Seeing that Uncle Faqi didn't want to say anything, Xue Wuxian didn't ask any more, so he could only give up.

On summer mornings, the sun rises very early, and at three o'clock in the morning, the eastern sky is already slightly white, and the crisp chirping of early birds can be heard from the trees.

It's not yet dawn, and the mercenaries are all up - in the mercenary career, if you want to live longer, you must exercise diligently, if you don't do this, in case of danger, it is very likely that you will lose your life because of your slow movement in an instant.

Each mercenary found a quiet place outside the forest, relaxed his body, and the last vigil of the night was Xue Wuxian and the magic prick, Xue Wuxian lay next to the bonfire and picked out the fire buried in the ashes with a stick, ignited the fire velvet and started a fire, and then mixed it with water in the leftover soup yesterday, and made breakfast for everyone.

After breakfast, he was on the road again, and as he walked, the middle-aged magician gave a rough introduction to the itinerary on the road, which, according to him, would be consumed in at least two days in the future. The Elven Forest was about two hundred miles from east to west, and after three days, it had just entered the center of the edge of the Elven Forest, and in these places, the number of elves far exceeded that of humans. Once the destination was clear, the mercenaries traveled quite fast.

On the afternoon of the third day, the group of eight mercenaries arrived at the first elven village

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Unlike human villages, elven villages are not tall houses, and all roofs are made of thatched straw and are pointed. The walls of the house are made of bamboo or wood, perhaps because the soil is very fertile, and on each wall you can see young green shoots from the wood planted in the ground.

The floor of the room was fifty centimeters above the ground, and the whole floor was resting on two rows of bamboo trusses - the middle-aged magician whispered to everyone that the main reason for this was to prevent dampness and snakes and insects. Half of the village is hidden in the forest, and it is obvious that the houses in that part are very quiet.

Before entering the village, the magician repeatedly emphasized that he must not clash with the villagers head-on, these elves are still extremely powerful warriors in the twilight of a thousand years old.

Small groups of eight people...... The magician's unfinished words were very clear, and it was not enough to give these eight or nine hundred-year-old elf grandparents a violent beating.

After entering the village, the eyes of several young warriors were about to fall, and compared with the human girls, the elven women here can only be described in two words as "superb" - extremely slim, every move and even walking needs to be elegant, and the appearance is even more delicate and beautiful, although the clothes are very simple, but it also sets off the elegant and pure temperament of the girls.

In the face of rare human visitors, the girls showed innocent and curious smiles, and the small faces of melon seeds almost constituted a fatal temptation. The young mercenaries were almost unable to walk, and even knights like White were stabbed in the eyes by the girls, and they could only keep touching their foreheads with their hands to hide their nervousness.

Thankfully, however, the young men noticed that the girls were carrying short bows of less than a meter - everyone knew that the most famous archers in the world were from the elven tribe.

Although the roses are extremely beautiful, the thorns hidden underneath are also unacceptable to ordinary people.

What makes the middle-aged magician and the shadow man strange is that it seems that it is the first time to visit the elven village of the magic and snow without a trace, but they are not moved by the beauty in front of them in the slightest, can such a beautiful girl not be satisfied with these two men who look very rough?

The corners of the shadowman's mouth twitched, and the unspoken words were obvious: "Narcissist, stinky beauty......

This village is the elf village closest to the human world, so it is a necessary foothold for both elves and humans, and every year at a fixed time, there are human caravans to do business, bringing salt, tobacco, grain, ironware, bronze mirrors and other items, and taking away more handicrafts produced in the elf village and beautiful feathers and gems from the forest.

In order to accommodate these aliens, there is a very large bamboo hut at the outermost part of the village, which is for the guests to rest when there are guests, and a place for the village teenagers to play when there are no guests.

When the mercenary group of eight arrived at the bamboo house, they learned that they had just arrived in time for the merchant season that came with the summer, and there were a lot of carriages lined up outside the house.

Otherwise, how could there be so many school-age girls in a small village of more than 200 people. The merchants also specifically reminded that if the girl tried to do something without her consent, it would be ugly to die.

The three young warriors in the mercenary group of eight all had slightly embarrassed expressions on their faces.

When evening came, outside the big house, the merchants lit a roaring bonfire, and the elves laughed and watched from a distance as humans gathered around and chatted.

Even in the seasonal inns of such a small village, there were minstrels, and when these bards came up to ask everyone to order their songs, they realized that these taller elves were obviously steppe elves, and it was well known that steppe elves were the most professional bards.

The young man obviously prefers freshness, and a young warrior immediately picked up the songbook and looked for it under the campfire, and soon the boy closed the book with some disappointment: "Why are they all old songs, do you have any new songs?"

The bard was the fastest to spread the news, and even so, the three elves shook their heads: "There is nothing else, just pick one on this!"

"Then I'm going to listen to the story of the ancient dragon slayer. ”

The young warrior took out a silver coin as he spoke, and the bard's bagpipes played softly, and a young girl's clear voice soared into the moonlit sky: "O dragon slayer, your figure soars like an eagle on the top of a high mountain, and your story leaves the most brilliant moment in the sky like a shooting star......

As the head of the mercenary organization, the middle-aged magician quietly found an elf he knew before, and chatted casually, from the recent situation in the village, the current living standards of the residents, including the condition of the children...

Listening to the magician chatting about children's affairs, Xue Wuxian suddenly found that there was a little white hand like jade in his ear, and the agility of the martial artist's hard training was immediately displayed, and his right hand under his head was immediately clasped tightly and tightly held the opponent's wrist, and when he heard the delicate and moving exclamation of the owner of the hand, the strength of Xue Wuji's hand dissipated.

Xue Wuxian turned his head to see that in the dark night, there was a smiling face closest to him. Obviously to the surprise of the martial artist, Xue Wuxian was slightly stunned for a moment before he spoke: "Little guy, does it hurt?"

It turned out that there was a little girl about ten years old about ten years old lying on Xue Wuji's back - it was an elf, with hemp hair pulled back of her head, pointed ears, and a pointed smiling face, however, it seemed that the child's hand was held painfully just now, and the eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, Xue Wuxian also found this, carefully held the little girl's wrist, and gently rubbed it while blowing, and said Qian in her mouth: "Little guy, I was startled by you just now, and I have a lot of strength in my hand, does it hurt?"

The little girl shook her head and said in a milky voice, "It doesn't hurt, brother, you are so powerful, better than other uncles and uncles I know." I just want to touch your sword, oh...... It's big, bigger than my uncles, hey...... They talk every day about how good they are...... Brother, can you fight with them, I think you are better than them. ”

Xue Wuxian couldn't help but wonder, this little girl's uncle didn't know if it was a human or not, most of the elves used bows, and only real warrior elves would use scimitars and swords. In front of the elf girl, Xue Wuxian seemed to have more words: "Heh, little guy, what's your name?" ”

"My name is Ling'er. The little girl's big eyes blinked in the night.