The woman's words frightened Kenny and Mike, they didn't want to make a fuss, and the group of aliens chasing behind them had already made them anxious, what if they attracted another woman who could do magic in a black crow's clothes. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Kenny began to complain about Mike's singing, even though the song sounded pretty good.

"We are cavalry from the Angolan steppes, pursued here by halflings, sorry, we don't know this is your territory, we'll leave right away. Kenny didn't want to have unnecessary friction with the woman in front of him.

The woman laughed as Kenny heard this. "This is the knight of the Angolan steppe, I know the crow blood totem on him, and the word 'sorry' doesn't come out of their mouths. ”

This abrupt second sentence makes Kenny and Mike even more confused.

"I am the Dark Magic Wizard of the Menu River, and during the reign of the Marshall family, the wizards of Black City fled here because of the ban, and from the sour forests of the upper reaches of the Menu River to the ruined city of Turan downstream, these six hundred miles along the river are all our self-proclaimed territory. ”

"A few days ago, my mentor learned in divination that you were coming here today, and I had been waiting for you on the other side of the river, and I fell asleep while waiting, and then I heard a beautiful pastoral song, and my mentor would sing this song, and she said that the person who taught her this song was the strongest man in the Angolan steppe, and he had a totem tattooed with the blood of a crow, and the mentor had that totem rusted on a piece of deerskin and hung it in the house, although you also have this totem on your body, but depending on your age, it should not be the person that the mentor has in mind。 ”

"The man you're talking about is now our Elder, he used to be the lord of the Angolan steppes, and he said he saved a dark magic wizard here. Mike looked at the woman in front of him.

"Whether you are or not, the Mentor asked me to do you a favor, and she didn't tell me what difficulties you were experiencing, but only told you, go ten miles north from behind you, and there is a grove there, and find the largest tree in the woods, and there is a wooden house on top of it, and the people in it will help you through it. Oh yes, it's a dagger, and there's a clay bowl, and the guru told you to bring it. The woman put the two things on the ground, and with that, she turned and got into the boat and left.

"It seems that your elders are not wrong, they may indeed be the best soothsayers in the First Continent. Kenny picks up the dagger and clay bowl on the ground and turns to mount his horse.

Kenny and Mike came to the grove that the wizard said, and they scattered to find the largest tree in the woods, the grove was not large, and soon they found the tree in the wizard's mouth, which was indeed ridiculously large.

They climbed up the tree, and there was a log cabin at the top of the tree, and the lights were still on, and Kenny knocked on the door, and an old man opened it for them.

The candle flame in the room swayed back and forth in the wind, and when Kenny saw the person who opened the door, he pulled out the black steel sword at his waist and stabbed the old man who opened the door, and Mike behind him only heard the sound of the sword unsheathed, and then heard Kenny make a 'hmm' sound.

"Young man, your sword is good, it is made of Wugang, this kind of steel comes from the north of the Yingshui River, and it is not common in our south. So you have to cherish it, I don't want to break it. The old man said flatly.

Mike walks through the door and sees Kenny holding a sword in both hands, and the blade is caught by the old man with one hand. The old man who opened the door had a pair of antlers and the body of an elk underneath him, and the owner of the cabin was a halfling who had been chasing them for a day, no wonder Kenny was so fierce.

The old man let go of the blade in his hand and turned back to the oak table. Kenny put away his black steel sword, knowing that he couldn't hurt the hateful halfling in front of him, turned and walked out the door, only to be stopped by Mike's reach.

"Why do you speak the language of our First Continent, don't halflings not speak?" Mike looked at the halfling with antlers in front of the table, puzzled.

"Halflings, that's what you call us, huh. The old man in the room was obviously different from the halfling they had met before, and he had human kindness in his eyes.

"Our race is one of the oldest races created by the Namu gods, and it existed before you humans evolved, and your people called us prophets. More than 600 years ago, our race and your ancestors lived together in this land. ”

"Then you humans started an endless civil war for power and money. Ill-intentioned human beings have taught the alchemy and divination they have learned from us to more people, and they have used these things that should have brought peace to war, and more and more human beings have begun to study inferior medicines. ”

"They experimented on this inferior medicine on our race, a large number of prophets began to lose their good nature, after the experiment failed, your ancestors drove all the prophets to a swamp, and the side effects of inferior drugs multiplied the originally scarce prophets, and it became what you call halflings today, but in fact, you humans yourself caused today's situation. "The Prophet was a bland recount of the First Continent's past.

"Thank you for telling us this, but we're being chased by countless halflings...."Mike was interrupted by the prophet at the table as he spoke.

"I don't have to tell me what's going on, I know who you are, what's going on the way here, what's going to happen in the future, I probably know everything. You need me a favor, that's fine, but only if you do me a favor too. ”

"Say it. Mike looked at the prophet at the table.

"My name is Negar, and I am one of the few prophets of the Prophetic clan who still has a conscience, and I don't like to live in groups, so I came to this forest early and lived a secluded life. I once met a friend here who wanted me to help him with his future, unfortunately I didn't see his future, but I saw something else. ”

"Your name is Mike, isn't it?I have a flask here, I've been researching it for years, I want you to try it for me, it might be painful for you, but if you can get through it.," the Prophet walked over to the wooden wall shelf and picked up a green potion.

Without waiting for the Prophet to finish speaking, Mike stepped forward and snatched the potion from the Prophet's hand, unscrewed the cork, and drank it down.

Mike had often helped the elders of the tribe before, but what he didn't expect was that this time it would almost kill him.

The whole bottle of potion ran through Mike's throat like a mouthful of high spirit, and some of the residue in his mouth corroded his taste buds, and the bitter and foul smell hit his nostrils.

The thick agent passed through his esophagus and into his stomach, like a sour stinking condensed milk intertwined with gastric juices, and then Mike began to feel dizzy, nauseous and vomiting, his whole body began to have a fever, green tendons burst out of his skin, and his eyes seemed to pop out of his sockets at any moment.