"Gods who belong to the elves......" The elven corpses on the ground quickly decomposed, and as the rotting soul seeds were destroyed, the converted flesh, bones, organs, and internal organs in the elves' bodies also lost their vitality in an extreme time and turned into a puddle of black foul-smelling mucus on the ground.

The transcendent power that finally emerged from the long-eared body was divine and immense, full of the breath of fresh life, awe-inspiring and inviolable, and full of hostility to chaos and evil.

Lin Ze currantly checked the unsealed inheritance memories - the elven god Corellon, the creator and guardian of the long ear, as a series of main gods, his priesthood covers magic, music, art, craft, poetry, and war.

"As the guardian of the elves, he is very concerned about the peace and well-being of the elves. Lin Ze touched his chin and said that it was all blown in his heart, after all, the corrupt seed seemed to provoke something when transforming the soul, hostile to evil and chaos, and full of divine and vast ghosts, I know if it would be a means of the gods.

However, it is not a matter of 100 years or 200 years for humans to play the tricks of ancestral elves - the average lifespan of long ears is still 700 years, and it should be no problem to kill a long ear who is looking for something.

In line with the mentality of "the monk can touch it, why can't I touch it", Ah Q comforted himself, swept the water stream with his tail to clean the floor slightly, and the black dragon pulled the items dropped by the long ears back to the stone platform.

Longbows, swords, lightly corroded leather armor, and a silver crescent emblem that has lost its supernatural brilliance.

These are the last remaining relics of Long Ears. After a few bites of chewing on these items made of precious metals, Lin Ze unconsciously waved his tail.

In other words, the group of long-eared tribes have found themselves back?In this case, the action of Barr in Ironhoof Town is also fast, that fat man has been building a mercenary guild branch in the town since last year, and after a while, the spring is warm and the winter is out, presumably after the snow melts, Baal and the mercenary announcement who have not met will also take action.

However, the mountain is high and the road is slippery, and the snow will disappear at that time, and the big guys who have been hungry for a winter have just woken up, if the guys who go into the mountains encounter some rolling stones and falling trees...... No, if you encounter a mudslide or a landslide, you can accidentally hang up. After all, he is a rare kind dragon.

......

Several young men turned the handle vigorously, and the rough log gate of Ironhoof Town slowly rose to the sound of a chinch making people sore, and a tall knight wrapped in a black cloak escorted three carriages from into Ironhoof Town under the snow.

The knight at the head glanced at the tall mountains behind Ironhoof that were still covered with snow, and then at the deserted, narrow, and unclean streets, and shook his head imperceptibly, "I didn't think there would be our friends in such a poor country. ”

"Haha, justice may be late, but the prayers of anyone who has been treated unfairly will never be ignored. The other patted the knight on the shoulder and quipped, "And Vincent, are you so reluctant to come to Ironhoof because you want to continue to soak in the little knight who taught you in Rocca County?"

"Hahaha, little knight, Vincent, if you are not afraid of being killed by your father, I am actually very optimistic about you, if I want to see Miss Elena's father if she does not have only one viscount, she will definitely not have your turn to teach!"

Elena Roca, daughter of the Viscount of Rocca, the priest of Woking, is a stunning beauty known as the Fallen Leaf Forest, and Vincent would have gone crazy if he hadn't been fifteen years old this year.

"Okay, okay, let's get off early and arrange a rest, and we'll start moving when the weather is better. The human knight, known as Vincent, gently pinched his horse's belly and drove his horse away from a few people.

Unlike the cold outside, a few simple magic effects in the spacious and comfortable cabin keep the temperature here stable at a pleasant level.

"Miss Dale, the black dragon is going to ask for a few people. ”

"Isn't Master Hiram going to make a move?" Priest Dale, who was full of dawn energy, looked at the old man, sitting in the innermost part of the old man with a withered figure, a whole white hair simply draped over his shoulders, a beard comparable to that of a dwarf, a few small pigtails, and a thick bookish air in his words and deeds. Hiram just shook his head, his expression full of regret, "I'm old, and I have no heart, so I can only come to a place like Ironhoof to retire." ”

"Master......" Dale's expression moved, but he was stopped by the young mage on the side, "Teacher's body is not suitable for using magic now, Miss Dale forgive me." "Stephen is very clear about his teacher's physical condition, when he was young, he was crazy about some experimental projects with high energy radiation, and after a long time, his physical functions regressed, and the teacher's origin was traumatized recently, and it was really not suitable for using magical abilities.

"If Master Hirham's body is really irretrievable, I can contact the church to prepare the ritual for the master's advanced restoration technique. ”

"Don't bother Miss Dale, I know my body best, old man, there's no need to bother so much. Hiram waved his hand, the soul damage suffered by an archmage like him could not be treated by a simple high-level recovery book, and he didn't want to lose his soul's independence for this.

"And it's just a young dragon, no matter how good a young dragon is, it's just a young dragon, and I think the famous Silver and White Shield Adventure Group in the North will be enough to take down this young dragon. Hiram played with a silver ring at the bottom of his mustache braid, and the two white beards shook with a smile, "Moreover, it won't be long before Miss Dale's holy light of faith will be able to reach the threshold of the high-level priest, a high-level priest of the Lord of the Dawn, a middle-level knight who believes in Pasta, the god of war, and with the same strength of dwarven warriors, elven rangers, and a mage with a heritage, I think a five-person team of such strength can try not to hunt a talented young dragon, even an ordinary young dragon." ”

Dale wanted to persuade him again, but someone outside gently looked at the car door and whispered, "Ironhoof has arrived." ”

In this way, Dale had to temporarily put aside his plan to recruit Hylam, got out of the car and walked into the newly built mercenary union with several other partners. Vincent's teacher, Burning Hand Hiram, is the archmage of the civilized kingdom, even the bishop of the first district needs to be polite when he sees him, if she hadn't been accidentally injured in the astral plane three years ago, where would she have had the opportunity to contact this famous archmage?

"You've worked hard, and I'll arrange a hot spring for you later. ”

The slimmed down Barr looked in good spirits, a big smile full of folds, and made an impeccable greeting as the wealthy merchant with the title of Lord walked into his house with his group.

The door of the mansion slowly closed, and a young man pushing ingredients across the street glanced at the closed door a few times, and his movements were obviously speeding up a lot.