"Is that ・・・・・・ faceless elf ・・・・・・ real?" Lange asked with a trembling voice with me. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Dewen sprinkled a little "tinder" into the fire, and the slowly sinking black liquid floated to make the fire much stronger, and in the shadows where the fire could not reach, she could feel some orcs hiding in the darkness still watching the movements of the adventurer.

Those creatures who don't have intelligence are really annoying.

Dai Minyu's fingers trembled, and the guard rune barrier at the entrance of the cave was strengthened again, and she recalled what she had heard in the Whispering Monk Forest that day, and sighed, "Have you ever heard of the Tower of a Thousand Faces?"

Lange had never heard of the Tower of a Thousand Faces, and only the old books and bards would mention it in serious poetry.

Only by taking off the mask can you know yourself.

I still remember that night at the dinner at the Duke of Tangris's house, where I sat at the wooden table under the steps of the little duke, listening to the old poet playing the walnut and whispering the old legend. The noise of the dinner party did not stop me from being drawn to the story of the old poet, and the story of that night was "Song of a Thousand Faces". Now that I'm talking about it by Deco, I'm annoyed that I didn't think of the Tower of a Thousand Faces earlier.

"So, does the Tower of a Thousand Faces really exist where people sign dark agreements everywhere?" I had already vaguely guessed what Evna had paid, and asked, "And then the elven princess made a deal with the Tower of Thousand Faces ・・・・・・ her face?"

Lange's mouth grew in surprise, he had seen the sight of the memory crystal, but he still refused to believe that such a thing existed: "How is this possible? How does she eat, how does she breathe, how does she live?"

"Only by taking off the mask can you know yourself. I said at the same time as Deco.

Lange was silent: "You are all crazy, crazy・・・・・・" After muttering for a while, Lange suddenly remembered something: "What does Yevna want? What does the Tower of a Thousand Faces give her to make it worthwhile?"

I'm also curious about the question, what kind of deal is worth sacrificing one's ・・・・・・ face?

"The One-Eyed King Lorraine, when he desperately broke the siege of the Divine Wood Elves, he himself was seriously injured, and it was at that time that Yevna made a deal with the magician in the Tower of a Thousand Faces, but Lorraine was too badly injured and still tortured by the wounds left behind and died early. Decoin said.

Then everything is explained, the engram crystal, Moldes, the Whispering Forest・・・・・・ I silently combed through everything in my mind, and there are no more problems left, but now that the Molders have gone to the empty building, the Whispering Forest has fallen silent, and only the three of us are still looking for the lost legend.

"What the hell is that Tower of a Thousand Faces, and who lives in it?" Lange put away the scroll and handed it back to Deco.

I don't know much about the Tower of a Thousand Faces, and I'm afraid no one in the world knows about this elusive wizard's tower, a tower that moves.

Decoin didn't know about this either, there should be some relevant records in the realm of the elves, but no one went back to read such a vague story, and she was only convinced of the existence of the Tower of a Thousand Faces after arriving in the Whispering Forest.

Lange saw that no one could answer him as soon as he saw our confused expressions, so he reluctantly changed his question: "Then what should we do next?" This scroll is like a book from heaven, where can we find someone who can understand it?"

"I can read it. Deco's answer was unexpected, and we thought she couldn't read the words when we saw her puzzled expression.

"What's written on that?" Lange asked anxiously. Decoin unfolded the scroll and translated it to us, sentence by sentence. The scroll focuses on the life of the one-eyed king Lorraine, as well as the discovery and use of Molges, and finally mentions that he took over Wolft's Sunburn Tooth, but he was not worried about staying by Sunburn's side, he found an old friend and gave it to his old friend, who said that he would go to the center of the world to sleep・・・・・・

The story ends abruptly, and we are all helpless about it: the center of the world? What is this place? If it is a city, it is probably the city of Trium under the rule of Sobainadine, could it be that Lorraine's old friend went to the city of Trium with Sun Yan Fang? If it is the center of the continent, then the ghost knows where, even in the heyday of the human race, he does not know where the western boundary of the continent is, let alone now・・・・・・

The three of us pondered around the scroll for a long time, and finally came up with two questions: first, who was Lorraine's friend, and second, what were the historical statements about the center of the world.

Decoin knew Lorraine the most, and she said: " The Bailongpo clan led by Lorraine was originally from the Dorengol Mountains in the far west, after the Battle of Burning Water, Lorraine moved the whole clan to the Moldes Mine, at that time there were not many of their clansmen, but they still completed the transformation of the Moldes Mine, making it the first gateway to the Guardian Sun Flame Tooth, but unfortunately after Lorraine's death, his people were divided, and finally all scattered to the rest of the races, and now if you want to find the former Moldes dwarves, it is really more difficult than ascending to the sky, not to mention that finding the dwarves may not be able to ask who Lorraine's old friends are, after all, the concept of old friends is too broad, and Lorraine has not left any other characteristics・・・・・・

"I'm reminded of a Morgeth dwarf, but unfortunately he's already dead. Lange thought of the Cha Dao, and thought of his misunderstanding of the One-Eyed King, and couldn't help but feel sorry. I'm afraid that there are not a few dwarves who misunderstand the one-eyed king, no wonder in the end the dwarves of the Morges pit are scattered, and without the attraction of wealth and the rule of the king, a dynasty will disappear.

"Thor, you go back to the Black Tower and look for records related to Lorraine, now we have no other clues, so we can only look for them ourselves. Decoin said.

I nodded with difficulty, looking for a clue in the huge library of the Black Tower was indeed a huge task.

"So we're going to have to go back?" Langer asked.

Decoin gave him a blank look: "Why don't you still watch you learn the lingua franca here every day?"

I couldn't help but laugh dumbly, I thought that Dai Wen hadn't paid attention to Lange's little secret after entering the cultivation enchantment, but I didn't expect Dai Wen to know so clearly.

Lange was embarrassed to see Decoin laugh for the first time, but he still laughed silly with me, and there was a long-lost laugh of joy from the deep Mages mine, and those lurking orcs stared at the dark cave mouth with expressionless faces, and the vigilant enchantment blocked all light and sound, and there was still only darkness and cold in their world.