Saying goodbye to the Iron Er, Roy, who has put on the imprisoned armor again, dressed up as Leo, led the living treasure and walked slowly on the silent street.

The undead unicorn leaned its head affectionately against Roy's arm.

Since getting the undead unicorn pendant, Roy and Living Treasure have been through a lot of battles together. Especially in the days when he moved to the fjord, one man and one horse, plus Oliver, were inseparable.

And now, Oliver followed Malt to Bandez, leaving Roy and Huobao quietly walking through the familiar streets of Muni City.

"When the matter of the second master and them is settled, we will go to them," Roy patted Huobao's head and said with a smile, "Oliver will be glad to see you." That guy is very cheap, and if you don't kick him twice a day, he won't feel well. ”

Huobao snorted and shook his head.

Roy rubbed its mane and turned to look around. It's still raining. However, the rain was separated by Roy's excretion.

Descending down the streets of Tiger Roar Slope, you can see the city of Muni on a rainy night.

The majestic walls that stand tall in the rain curtain, the buildings that can be traced back to the Renaissance and the most prosperous Romance period after the final battle, and the windows of thousands of homes that shine with warm light, are all so beautiful, so charming, so peaceful.

Roy thought, as he walked.

Not many people know about his lone wolf identity. The only people who have seen their true colors and know their identities are Tracy of the Golden Skull Auction House and Ling Xuan of the Mission Hall.

Even Avery and Thorge and the Academy's Dark Camp instructors didn't know they were lone wolves.

And Tracy and Ling Xuan have both accepted their own help.

He helped Tracy complete the wand magic pattern task of the god Aristotle, and also helped Ling Xuan get rid of the task hall director who was targeting her, so that Tracy and Ling Xuan. All of them were exalted. Now one is an elder of the Golden Skull Auction House, and the other is a fifth-level supervisor of the Mission Hall of Muni City.

Although there is a shortage of food now, they should be able to raise some of it.

However, it is not just about the Ministry of Iron to raise food on its own. There are several other dwarven tribes. Moreover, in case of a rainy day, you also need to plan for Banderz. Now I don't know about Malt's situation in Banderz, but I think that it is located in the north of the Empire, close to the Pompeii Empire and the Land of Chaos, and the food should be even more scarce.

"Sorry for you, boy. ”

The voice of the axe spirit came to my head.

In the next second, the transparent figure of the axe spirit. It has appeared in front of Roy.

Roy couldn't help but smile bitterly and asked, "What kind of dear thunderer, you just deliberately took me into the pit step by step, right?"

No wonder Roy thinks so. You know, before that, he had never heard the axe spirit say anything about the Thunderer. I didn't even know his name and identity until now. Just now he let himself win the trust of the Iron Second Elder as the Thunderer, but if you think about it carefully, isn't a set of Flowing Fire Axe Method?

This old dwarf. I didn't have any good intentions.

As if knowing what Roy was thinking, the axe spirit shook his head. "I'm not lying, you're really the thunderbolt of our dwarven race. ”

"Oh?" Roy opened his mouth, looking the axe up and down. Xin said: "When did the dwarf lie, it was so smooth. Could it be that this guy who died and became a machine spirit is not a dwarf?"

At this time, the bow spirit and the sword spirit. Appeared next to Roy.

The bow spirit smiled, "The axe spirit didn't lie to you. In fact, from the day you were judged, you were not only the thunderbolt of the dwarves, but also the child of the Holy Spirit of our elves. ”

Roy only felt that one head was two big, and exclaimed, "Wait." What is a child of the Holy Spirit?"

"The son of the Holy Spirit is the holy son of my elven clan, and his status in the clan is similar to that of the thunderbolt of the dwarf clan," the bow spirit's eyes rolled, covering his mouth and smiling, "However, there are some differences. ”

From the bow spirit's tone, Roy sensed that something was wrong.

"Let's talk about it first," he said with a suspicious face, "you won't sue me, you also want food, and you also have to bear the responsibility of saving the elves, right?"

"That's smart. Gong Ling praised.

Roy had a black line on his head, gritted his teeth and asked, "What about the difference?"

The bow spirit chuckled, "The difference is that in addition to you, the Holy Son, our elven clan also has a Holy Maiden. And the descendants of the Holy Son and the Holy Maiden are the future Elven Queen. ”

Roy was dumbfounded. Just when he thought that the bow spirit was joking with himself and was about to talk nonsense casually, suddenly, his face changed.

Twist your head. In the rain, a feathered arrow broke through the air.

It is a feathered arrow that is homogeneous and white. Although it was only an arrow, the threat to Roy from this arrow was even more terrifying than the full force of the Black Devil Serpent.

Not only is it lightning fast, but it also has a erratic trajectory. Obviously, he went straight to his front door, but Roy felt that the space within tens of meters around his body had been locked by it.

It is as light as a feather and as heavy as a mountain.

As it flew through the air, it was so light that there was no sound. There was no tearing of the air, no whistling. Even the heavy rain was far away. Let it pass through it silently.

But its majesty is so terrifying.

It's like a meteor flying from the sky. Roy had no doubt that once he was hit by it, not only himself, but even the houses around him and even half of the street would turn into ashes in an instant.

"Marksman!"

Roy only felt his hairs stand on end, and with a flick of his foot, he rose into the air. An arrow step in the air in the clouds, with only a flash, has already appeared dozens of meters away.

However, at such a distance, Roy did not think that he could get out of danger.

Almost at the same time as the lunge in the clouds was completed, he kicked under his feet, two consecutive floating steps and one light wind step, and had already jumped high onto the roof of a small three-story building.

Roy backhanded out the Bow of Judgment and assumed a defensive posture.

However, to his surprise, the terrifying arrow did not have the follow-up changes he imagined, and it did not even have the power he felt before.

Just listen to the soft pop. The feathered arrow lands.

The arrowhead stuck in the hard ground like tofu. The slender shaft and white tail feathers trembled rapidly in the heavy rain.

Roy was stunned for a moment, and looked in the direction where the feather arrow had come from.

The rain curtain, which was originally as smooth as a beaded curtain, became chaotic at this moment. More than a dozen tall and slender figures lined up the wind and rain. Appear in front of your eyes.

Genie?!

Roy frowned.

I saw that the leader was a middle-aged female elf wearing a white robe and holding a magic staff. Behind her were a dozen elven guards. There are men and women, all of them are tall and handsome, and their steps are as light as elks when they move. And in his expression, there is the inherent pride of the elf.

Roy's eyes moved, and immediately, his attention was inexplicably attracted by an elf girl walking beside the middle-aged female elf.

Roy's pupils when he saw the elven girl's face clearly. Instantly zoomed in, and the whole person almost jumped.

This elf girl looks exactly like Malt!

If it weren't for the fact that she was wearing a white demon-patterned tight-fitting battle armor that Malt didn't have, if it weren't for the fact that she was holding a quaint cyan longbow in her hand that Malt didn't have, and if it weren't for the fact that the fighting qi on her body fluctuated far beyond Malt'er, who had never been careless in cultivation, Roy would really have almost recognized the wrong person.

She looks too much like Malt. Whether it's the eyes, nose or mouth, it's almost exactly the same.

The only difference is there. Maybe it's temperament.

Compared with Malt's seduction, this elf girl gives people the feeling of purity and holiness. Like a white and flawless flower. Blooming in this rainy night.

As soon as he saw the longbow in her hand, Roy knew that she had shot the arrow just now.

In the blink of an eye, the elves were already in front of Roy.

The middle-aged female elf dressed as an elder and the slender figure of the elven girl flashed, and swept to the roof where Roy was and stood still. The other elves were scattered all around.

Roy looked at the Elven Elder silently. Although the other party had just shot an arrow at him, he did not perceive the other party's hostility. With his understanding of the elven race, they are not the kind of race that cares indiscriminately about human life.

"Sure enough, it's an arrow step in the clouds. The elven elven elder's beautiful eyes stared at Roy tightly, a glint in his eyes. Surprise and joy again.

As soon as he heard this, Roy suddenly understood.

It's no wonder that the arrow just now looks amazingly powerful, but when it really comes to the end, it is anticlimactic and has no attack power. It turned out that the other party was trying to force out his footwork.

The arrow step in the clouds is the secret footwork of the elven clan that Roy learned from the bow spirit, and it has long been lost. Obviously, these elves don't know where to see their footwork, and the shot just now is a temptation.

Roy couldn't help but look at the calm elf girl, his eyes turned on the cyan longbow in her hand, and then he shrugged his shoulders and said to the elf elder: "Actually, Butterfly Master, if you want to see the arrow in the clouds, just tell me, there is no need to scare people so much." ”

Butterfly Master is the name of the elven elder in the elf clan.

And in Roy's words, the word is spoken in the purest Elven language. For a moment, the elves' eyes widened and they looked at this human youth in surprise.

"Who are you?" the elven girl couldn't help but ask.

Roy glanced at the bow spirit beside him.

Since the elves appeared, the eyes of the bow spirits have never left them. Unlike the axe spirit, who cared about it in his heart but disdained it on the surface, the bow spirit made no secret of his concern for his own people. In his eyes, there were even faint tears flashing, obviously excited and difficult to suppress.

Seeing Roy's gaze, the bow spirit said, "Sue them, you are the son of the Holy Spirit of the elven race. ”

"Are you sure you want me to say that?" Roy stammered.

"Nonsense!" the bow spirit sneered, "Hurry! Why, don't you just care about them dwarves and don't want to care about us elves?"

Looking at the bow spirit's willow eyebrows gradually upside down, the axe spirit looked at the sky with both eyes, and turned his head away with a look that had nothing to do with me, while the sword spirit gave Roy a wink, signaling that he had better get acquainted.

"Well, whatever you want," Roy sighed and said to the elves, "about my identity...... Belch...... Say it, I'm afraid you won't believe it. ”

"You say. The Elven Elder smiled, his gaze soft.

"I'm ......" Roy took a deep breath before he said in the expectant gaze of the elves, "the son of the Holy Spirit of the elves." ”

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of the elves suddenly turned stunned.

And the face of the beautiful elf girl standing beside the elder turned red, and she said angrily: "Let go of ......" It seems that she has never scolded such uncivilized swear words since she was a child, even if she was angry, she didn't say the latter word after all, she only stomped her feet and said urgently, "Bastard, you are talking nonsense!"

Before she could finish speaking, the cyan longbow in her hand flashed, and an arrow had already been shot at Roy

(To be continued......)