Southern World, Crescent City.

Crescent City isn't a great city in the southern world, it's just a satellite city of the Old Sun City next door.

However, caravans were still stationed and mercenaries were often stationed in the area. Although the sparrows are small and have all kinds of organs, the basic facilities have added a little "entertainment" scene, which makes some nobles often come here to experience the "customs".

Sylvie is also unfamiliar with the southern world, and her childhood and experience as a warlock were in the Saint Landor Empire.

It wasn't until her grandfather, Edward, who was a part-time mentor, was killed by the Knight of Light that Edward's instructions got Sylvie to go to the South.

As a result, he chased Durand on the road, crashed headlong into Nornilla's arcane barrier, and is now working as a guide for Orsser.

At least survived, didn't she?" Sylvie comforted herself.

Why did the guide change to Sylvie?The death knight was too dead, and Durand said that if Oter didn't want to be hunted down by the whole city, it would be best to take the little warlock inside.

"Ahead is the Southern World, where there are relatively few Holy Light Knights in St. Lando, and you can find some necromancers there, and some of them may be proficient in teleportation spells. Durand said to Osher after leaving the Shadow Forest, "Although I am dead, the Death Knight is also a Knight, I vouch in the name of the Knight, I will wait for your news here, if there is anything I can do to help, please come to the Shadow Forest to find me." ”

So Sylvi took Other and wandered aimlessly around Crescent City.

Elves are not uncommon in this world, but what is surprising is Othur's purple skin and the black cloth that wraps his eyes, and many people secretly look at Orshur, and by the way, pay attention to Sylvie who is only in front of him.

The elves of this world are mainly forest elves, who have pointed ears, fair skin, golden pupils, and beautiful faces.

The forest elves live next to the ancient trees called "El" in the southern world, and they have built cities forged by forests, spreading their own culture and traditions, and continuing the prosperity of their populations.

Peace-loving and neutral, they don't have many enemies, so the humans of this world are quite kind to them.

And there are no purple-skinned elves in this world, and the magic patterns on his bare upper body seem to others to be a totemic pattern of the orc clan, and have no real meaning.

"Orc-elf hybrids? The man in the shadows murmured.

Sylvie looked at the map in her hand, and her mind suddenly swelled.

"Lord Othur, we may be lost......" Sylvie looked at Other with some concern, even though she knew along the way that this demon was very different from other demons and had a outrageous temper, she still retained her fear of demons.

"Of course you'll get lost, because you're taking the map upside down. Osher tapped Sylvie on the head.

"Hug, huh, huh, sorry. Sylvie stammered, turning Edward's notes upside down.

Originally, Otser's demonic form frightened the sixteen-year-old girl so much that she almost couldn't even stand on her feet at the sight of the pair of hideous horns. And now the elven form...... Still unsteady.

Sylvie's cheeks flushed, scratched her head, and buried herself in the book.

"Well, this is Raven Street, the place of the merchants, and Grandpa Edward said that you should keep your eyes open here, see the goods clearly, and not be slaughtered. Sylvie looked at Edward's notes again.

"I'm not interested in any of that, does that notebook of yours say anything about the existence of mages? Other shook his head, "The kind of mage who can teleport spells and has a certain understanding of space. ”

"Well, I don't think so. Sylvi shook her head awkwardly, "But as mentioned above, further down Raven Street, there is a shop called Black Crow, the owner is an elite warlock, he is a friend of Grandpa, maybe you can ask him to help you open a demon portal." ”

Soon, Orser and Sylvie arrive at a shop with strange decorations. A black crow stood on the store's plaque, its black eyes staring straight at Sylvie. It was daytime, but there were white candles lit on the side, and the light of the fire was insignificant in the light of the sun.

A gust of wind blew and almost extinguished the flames. A withered potted plant is placed on the ground in front of the store. The blue fabric obscured the path leading to the store, and a figure could be seen inside, as if he was busy with something.

"I deeply regret what happened to Edward," said the black raven, who had rested on the plaque, "Undertaker, you should go to the Plains of the Rain Curtain to find Winsall, instead of coming here." ”

Sylvie bent slightly, put her left and right on her right shoulder, lowered her head, and said, "Lord Raven, I'm here to ask for your help, my ...... A friend, an elf, needs you to open a demonic portal. ”

"Then you should go to Wensall, he's Edward's good friend, I'm not. ”

The black crow shook its wings and said impatiently, "And the elf will honestly go back to El to stay, what kind of Rodney is there to go?"

The black crow shifted his gaze to Orsher, tilted his head, paused for a moment and said, "The purple-skinned elf, it's so weird, didn't the elf of El kill you as an alien?"

"Anyway, don't bother me. ”

Raven unceremoniously gave the order to evict the guest, "I'm very busy, I still have to complete an academic study today." ”

Just when Sylvie was at a loss, Orser crouched down and touched the withered potted plant, and he dragged some of the once proud natural forces into the inside of the potted plant.

The power of nature gradually fills the shell of the bonsai, the withered yellow leaves bloom with green life again, the soft roots become full of resilience, and even a red fruit grows under the tender green leaves.

"I can't help it, I haven't done this in a long time. Orser looked at the sky with some nostalgia, lifted the blue fabric, and walked straight inside.

Demon...... Heal a pot of flame fruit, or use the magic of overdrawn life to bring this pot of flame fruit back to light?

Sylvie was stunned for a few tens of seconds, and after reacting, she hugged the pot that Osher thought was a potted plant, and followed behind Orsher.

Inside the shop, there was a middle-aged man, his left eye was blind, revealing the white of his eye, his gray cloth robe was sloppy, he was wiping it with a silver-white knife, and he was stunned to see the broken door...... Othur in rags.

"Where's the soul trap I arranged, didn't you have your soul extracted by the raven demon when you lifted the cloth?"

Behind him, a fair-skinned creature with pointy ears writhed, ropes of magical energy restraining her struggles, and she was sending similar life-saving messages to Othur.

Sen, forest elves?

Sylvie could see the creature's appearance, the beautiful forest elf tied to a pillar by an arcane rope, her face covered in tears, but it didn't look like she had been abused.

The Raven was probably just about to dissect the elf, and before he could tear the arcane tape off her mouth, he was startled by Othur's intrusion.

"Cowardice. Othur shook his head at the forest elves who were calling for help.

However, a black-robed creature had already flashed into the shop, and he twisted his body and passed Other and the middle-aged man in a strange manner, landing firmly beside the forest elf.

He followed Other into the Black Raven's shop, slicing the arcane energy from the ropes with an emerald green dagger.

The black-robed man whirled in the air with the forest spirit in his arms and landed smoothly on a table.

"Dear Grand Druid, Tommy the El Ranger needs your help. ”

The black-robed man removed his hood, revealing a handsome face and pointed ears representing his race, his golden pupils glittering.