"Old butler Mason is in that bamboo cage in the middle, be careful, his condition is very bad!" Elistine curled up and moved out of the bamboo cage little by little, and climbed down the stake, the elf druid was kind in his heart, although he was anxious to see Qin Lun at this time, he still did not forget the most important thing.

"Got it!" Lago glanced at Illistine curiously, but the elven druids were now unkempt and dirty, which disappointed him slightly. The thieves had heard earlier that Sifer had come to the Land of the Dead to find death because of Mason's old butler, and Qin Lun was for the female elf companion in front of him.

After Elistin climbed down the flagpole, he finally couldn't wait to look towards Qin Lun's location, only to see the silver-haired elf looking at him with a familiar smile.

Her eyes slowly moistened, and her eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, in these nights of being imprisoned by trolls, Elistin had dreamed countless times that Qin Lun appeared in front of her, but after repeated surprises, she would always be awakened by the noise of the trolls, returning to the cruel reality.

The silver-haired elves in the dream have different images, both graceful and bloody. However, one thing is the same, the shrewd Philar Moonlight's face is always not so clear, as if it is covered with a light veil.

Whenever she reached out to grab the silver-haired elf, the man would silently pull away, keeping her out of reach.

Qin Lun looked at the extremely haggard Illistin in front of him, and an inexplicable feeling surged in his heart. The elven druid's dress was very different from before, and the ragged clothes were obviously not the druid plant clothes she was used to wearing, but a set of tattered leather armor of ordinary mercenaries.

Baldur's Gate does not prohibit druids from entering, but in order to truly integrate into that city and become an adventurous mercenary, female elves cannot wear druid's strange costumes for long.

The mercenary's career is very different from Elistin's previous life, and the elf beauties who like tranquility are afraid that they won't get used to that kind of life, and they have obviously suffered a lot in these days of looking for Qin Lun.

For the first time, it was difficult for Qin Lun to thoroughly understand his feelings, which seemed to contain a lot, but it seemed to have nothing. He had expected the elven druids to be happy to see him, but Elistine froze in place, not looking very happy.

"Elistine!" Qin Lun took two steps forward and cautiously summoned.

"Oh?!" When Elistin came back to her senses, she immediately realized something, reached out and touched her hair, couldn't help but lower her head, and asked softly, "Am I ugly now?" ”

Qin Lun's eyes flashed, and he didn't know what to say for a while, but he quickly came to his senses and opened his arms, wanting to give Elistine a hug.

"I stink!" Elistine instinctively shrunk, most of the wounds on her body were pus and rotten because they had not been medicated, and they emitted a foul smell that could not be counteracted even if she was in the troll camp.

"It's okay!" At this time, Qin Lunfu was so close to his heart that he didn't let Elistine dodge, he took a step forward quickly, hugged the female elf into his arms, and whispered in her ear: "Thank you for your hard work!" ”

Tears rolled down the emaciated face of the elven druid, leaving two white marks on the filthy countenance. Elistin hugged Qin Lun with his backhand, buried his face in the shoulders of the silver-haired elf, and rubbed it vigorously.

"Filar, I've finally caught you!" Under the cold moonlit night, the two elves were like a pair of eternal stone statues hugging each other, as if ignoring time and the surrounding qiē.

"It wasn't in vain!" Not far away, Mastasha raised his head, exhaled a long breath, and whispered softly.

"Cut!" Idria, who had just climbed down from the flagpole, happened to see this scene, and couldn't help but pout, giving Qin Lun a disdainful look.

"Hey, what are they doing?" Largo also came down, holding the unconscious old butler Mason in his hands, chuckling and teasing beside the Highland Elves.

Mastasia glared at him fiercely, then sighed helplessly, approached the two from behind, and greeted softly: "Hey, you two, I understand your feelings, but how about getting out of here now?" ”

The two who hugged each other seemed to be frightened, and Elistin gently pushed Qin Lun away, buried his head deep in his chest, and leaned on the silver-haired elf's shoulder tiredly, "Let's go, don't let your partner be in danger again." ”

The group carefully crawled out of the troll camp, and this rescue trip was surprisingly smooth, and not even a single troll was alarmed during the whole process.

Of course, Qin Lun and the others knew that their danger hadn't started yet. It was only after dawn that the test for them really came. Although trolls are not very good at tracking enemies, this is the Troll's Claw Mountains, and it is impossible for trolls who are familiar with the terrain to completely lose track of their prey.

The festival of sacrifice in the troll village is about to begin, and these murderous natives will not let them flee lightly. Besides, the troll camp here was close to the entrance to the Land of the Dead, but it was at least four or five days away from the northern exit of the meandering river.

Along the way, Qin Lun and the others not only had to identify the direction, but also evade the pursuers. Because there were other troll tribes along the way, they could only go out day and night, avoiding these troll camps, which invisibly slowed down the speed.

Once discovered by the trolls behind them, or the troll tribes along the way, then there will be several fierce battles waiting for them, and perhaps it is only a matter of time.

After meeting Rick and the others, the happiest person was Sifo Hulan.

"Old Mason, you're still alive! Thank you, thank you, thank you! Seaver was pleasantly surprised to take the scrawny old butler from Largo's hand, and thanked everyone with tears and snot.

In fact, since the day he lost his old butler, he never imagined that he would be able to see this old man who had been taking care of him since he was a child. Several failures in organizing a mercenary team also made his mental state close to collapse, which made him reluctant to return to Tesser's hometown and kept getting drunk in the tavern.

"Master Sifo, am I already dead?!" Maybe it was the bump just now, or maybe it was the sound of Sifer's voice, and the old man, who had been unconscious, finally opened his eyes, and his face flushed with an abnormal blush.

"No, Mason, I'm here to save you!" Sifo wiped his face, and wept and laughed as he picked up the old butler.

"Seaver, let Hill see Steward Mason!" Looking at the old butler's abnormal face, Qin Lun frowned slightly and pulled Hill.

Ciel has now moved to the second rank, and his profession is Chaos Priest. Although this is not a pure auxiliary priest, it is also a priest class after all, and naturally has healing skills. Otherwise, if you want to talk about damage skills alone, Ciel might as well directly become a mage or warlock.

"He's in a terrible condition, he's so old that he's almost run out of oil." Hill observed Mason for a moment, and couldn't help but shake his head with a wry smile.

"Is there any salvation?" Qin Lun communicated with Hill softly, and at the same time took care not to let Sifer hear, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.

"Human lifespan is like a candle, once it is burned, the help of other external objects does not have much effect." Hill shrugged his shoulders and sighed helplessly.

"Is there really no hope? Nor does the medicine of our apostles work? Rand on the side came over and said regretfully, "I finally rescued ......"

"There is still salvation, but the medicine is useless, we have to use another method!" A strange glint flashed in Hill's eyes, and he chuckled and said, "If it weren't for me here, if I hadn't changed to a priest from the Order camp, he would definitely be hopeless." ”

Ciel's approach is the Dark Pact, as a Chaos Priestess, he is in the world of Torreel, and his belief is that he is a certain abyss demon god, and he does not even belong to the human god line.

With the help of the Dark Pact, Hill was able to extend Mason's life for a while, but it came at a cost. Even if Mason signs this dark contract, I'm afraid he won't live long, a few years at most, and it will be very painful when he dies.

Luckily, because Ciel's faith is fake, this dark contract is also false. When Mason dies, his soul will not be harvested by the Abyss Demon God. But if the Abyss Demon God discovers in advance, then the old butler will also die directly.

"Seaver, give way, let Hill have a few words with Mason." Qin Lun pulled away the aristocratic youth and asked Hill to communicate with Mason face to face, this kind of dark contract must of course be willing.

"Hehe, the old man knows his physical condition, and it is already an eye-opener to see the young master again. If you can take care of the young master for a few more years, a little pain is nothing! Mason was unusually calm after confirming that the Dark Pact would not allow the Abyss Demon God to harvest his soul.

The old man has lived for so many years, and the only one who can't give up may be the only one who has grown up watching Sifer since he was a child.

The magic fluctuations of the dark pact attract the attention of the likes of Mastasia and Vinnie. However, they were all smart not to ask. Mason's condition was well known to everyone, and no matter what their respective beliefs were, they could not object to helping this old man at this time.

"I feel so much better, it's a magical spell!" Mason felt the energy in his body and suddenly opened his eyes in surprise. As soon as the dark contract was signed, his spirit regained with obvious speed, and he was able to stagger to his feet on his own.

"Alright, let's go!" Rick glanced warily at the troll camp and lowered his voice to call everyone out.

"Elistin, I'll hold you!" Qin Lun took advantage of the gap just now to replenish some restorative medicine to the elf druid.

"No, you follow everyone, Idria and I go together." Surprisingly, the elven beauty actually refused, smiled and supported each other with the female knight, "When you were away, Idria has always lived and died with me, and now that I have found you, it is time for me to take care of her." ”

"Hey, just follow that guy, I'm a believer in Lauita, maybe this difficulty is just a test of the goddess for me, but I don't need anyone else to take care of it." Although Idria said this, she smugly rolled her eyes at Qin Lun.

"Okay, whatever!" Qin Lun grinned and didn't hold on any longer.