Eglow Greybeard was a strong dwarf with muscular arms, a barrel-like stubby build, a large nose that stood out, a gray beard that fell down to his chest, and a fiery temper and a loud voice that was indistinguishable from other dwarves. At least in the eyes of elves and halflings, dwarves look the same. Of course, the dwarves also couldn't tell the difference between the elves and the halflings.

Unless, they know each other very well.

"Haha, the moonlight is above, and the miraculous Prophet Aglow Greybeard will find a safe path for everyone today from the fragrant smoke. The dwarven prophet couldn't help but laugh proudly as he watched his fellow people take out the ritual items and place them under the canopy.

The green-haired, blue-eyed, handsome and popular archer Olavi Yuege touched the dwarven prophet's messy head and said seriously, "Graybeard, you're actually a bit better at iron...... Your last time you took us into the stable, but luckily I was able to run fast and not be kicked into the dung heap by the centaurs. It took me a lot of effort to pull you out of the manure. ”

"Uh, Olavi, I'll tell you a secret. ”

"What's the secret?"

"Your beautiful mother has a bastard son named Olawe!"

Here, Agro and his best friends are arguing with each other, and the dwarven warriors over there have finished preparing for the ceremony. The dwarven dragon hunter Udette grabbed Aglow's arm and shouted, "Graybeard, it's your turn to perform, take a good divination....... I don't want to do nothing, and run back to Silver Eagle City in Gray." ”

"Look at me!"

Aglow excitedly rubbed his thick palms, pushed away his fellow dwarves, walked under the canopy, and lit three coreless metal oil lamps in turn with a fire knife, which were black, silver, and red, and the unknown grease burned in the oil lamps, showing a pale blue flame. The dwarf arranged the three metal oil lamps in a triangle, sat down in the middle, picked up the long pipe beside him, added amber essential oil, vanish leaves, dried powder of the human-faced spider, the feathers of the falcon, and other materials, and burned the pipe with the flame of the red oil lamp in front of him, and took the cigarette holder and breathed deeply until his chest and abdomen bulged, and the smoke poured out of his nose, ears, and mouth. Soon, the dwarven prophet's thick body was obscured by thick smoke.

Using the Dwarven Prophetic Breathing Technique, Aglow struggles to swallow the smoke into his body and expel it. Gradually, his mouth, nose, ears, and even pores breathed smoke in a unique rhythm, only a pair of dark red eyes became brighter and brighter in the smoke, and he seemed to merge with the smoke, becoming a strange creature, full of mystery.

The Silver Eagle Scouts remained silent and vigilant, the cold wind blowing the long hair of the elven warriors and the beards of the dwarven guards, but they could not blow the smoke that enveloped the dwarven prophets.

Eglow Greybeard seems to have detached himself from reality, entering another unknown world with the smoke that surrounds him.

On an ancient tree more than twenty kilometers away, Victor uses his archenemy talent to monitor the dwarven prophet's every move. In the latent state of life, he did not have the slightest emotion in his heart, but just observed silently.

I don't know how long it took, the smoke around Agro was carried away by the wind in the woods, his dark red bright eyes blinked, and instantly dimmed, he staggered to his feet, and shouted, "I saw it!"

Elus, who was waiting next to her, jumped over, grabbed the weak dwarf, and eagerly asked, "Tell me quickly, what have you seen, don't miss anything!"

"Gray Moon...... Grave...... The nightingale grabbed a plank, or the lid of the coffin?" Iglow, who was dizzy, could not think clearly, so he skipped the detail and continued: "Tree species...... A pit full of black mud and ants...... Underground River ...... Sun-drenched lake. ”

"Don't sleep with Graybeard, the spiritual consciousness has not completely dissipated, and he interprets divination. Olavi Yuege bent over, grabbed the dwarf's beard with one hand, and slapped his face with the other.

"He needs Dragonburn now!" a dwarven guard squeezed the dryad elf away, pulling out a beautifully crafted Adamantite gin jug from his bosom and placing it under Aglow's nose.

A groggy Agro finally opened his eyes, snatched the bottle of wine with its seductive aroma, and drank it with a grunt. The dwarven guard turned his head and yelled at Olavi Yuege, "Rabbit, this is what you owe me!

Only then did the third-order wind archer realize that his companions had all taken a few steps back at the moment, and he had become a punching bag for the dwarven guards, and said unconvinced: "Why don't you find Graybeard and return your Dragon Burn Wine." ”

"Nonsense, he owes 23 bottles of Dragon Burn Wine and hasn't paid it back!"

"That's not much, let him strike the iron in two months and pay it off. ”

"He's still two barrels short of interest. ”

“......”

Agro drank the whole pot of wine, regained some energy, smacked his lips and said, "It's still a little bit close...... I interpret divination, the gray moon represents the danger of death, the tower tomb represents mass death, the nightingale grabs the coffin board represents salvation, the tree species represents the fulfillment of wishes, the pit filled with black mud and ants represents escape, the underground river represents the turning point of life, and the sunlit lake represents success. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the graybeard dwarf fell straight to the ground, a deafening snoring sound coming out of his throat.

The dragon hunter Udite beckoned a few dwarven guards to carry the unconscious Eglow onto a goatskin sleeping bag, turned to Elus, and said, "Lord Moon Song, Aglow's divination must be accurate this time, he has seen the 'Nightingale'...... Shall we go find the wanderer?"

Without waiting for Ruth's response, Angel Wind Song preemptively said: "Don't forget that he divined the 'Grey Moon' and the 'Grave' first, even if I don't know how to interpret divination, I know that the 'Grey Moon' and 'Grave' mean the danger of total annihilation. ”

"If it weren't for Mr. Nightingale, we wouldn't have survived, but Mr. Nightingale brings hope, right?" said Udrite in a gruff voice, "You know, my brothers and I can't just go back empty-handed. Poor Massa was seriously ill, and the blessings of the moon tree could not save her. Her Royal Highness the First Queen said that only the blessing of the Sun Tree could save Massa's life...... The Sun Tree only holds a blessing ceremony every 36 years, and with 4 years left before the next Sun Blessing, this is Massa's only chance. So General Yuege called me, and my brother and I came. We're going to give it a try anyway. ”

Eloth Moonsong stood in front of the dragon hunter and said firmly, "Now it's up to me to decide. ”

After two seconds of staring at the war dancer, the stubborn dwarf looked away and nodded, "Yes, you are the captain who makes the decision." ”

Elus smirked and said, "Mr. Nightingale is the danger in front of us, and we need to talk to him." ”

"My sister, Mr. Nightingale will not allow us to touch Freya's Tears, and even if we act with him, we will not be able to achieve our goal. Angelis reminded.

"That's what we're going to talk about. Elus turned her head sideways and explained, "You see the power and ears of the nightingale, the blessing of the moon tree may not be effective for him, and the blessing of the sun tree will definitely allow him to restore the blood power of the moon elf." If his goal is to restore the power of the bloodline, then there is no contradiction between us. ”

Angles' eyes brightened as she pondered what her sisters had said. Nightingale is a very powerful elven wanderer, even if he takes Freya's tears, it doesn't matter, as long as the Silver Eagle Scout brings him back to the Empire, it will be considered a meritorious achievement, and Her Majesty will allow them to participate in the blessing ceremony of the Sun Tree.

"What about that bastard Kiki, send someone to get him back, and when Greybeard wakes up, we'll go see Mr. Nightingale. Elus Yuege ordered.

The Silver Eagle scout's reaction was all expected by Victor, and he used himself as bait, and the other party had no reason to turn a blind eye.

This battle involves the level of mythical creatures, and according to Father Miller's standards, Victor couldn't be too cautious when fighting away. Especially in the case of vague information, the Lord of Sorrow, and perhaps the Ant-Man Empress are hiding in the shadows, so Victor can't easily expose his existence.

Covering himself with the scouts of the Elven Empire was the best way Victor could think of.

Emerson has communicated with the Lord of Sorrow and has also posed as an envoy of the Elven Empire. He and Pastor Dane acted together, and the Lord of Sorrow's attention should be on them. It stands to reason that Charlotte's team is in the most dangerous situation due to the concerns of the resurrected Old Gods. On the contrary, if the Lord of Sorrow is unable to detect Nelson's team and the elven scouts following him, it means that his power is just like that, and Victor believes that the power arranged by Miller is enough for him to consume, and that the Holy Crystal and Caligula are not decorations.

Nelson's team is the weakest, but Mei Wen, who has the blood of a blue dragon, can borrow the power of the Raging Wind Sword Saint at any time. Through Mei Wen, Victor can cast the grip of the Rival, the Furious Wind Domain, the Chilling Wind, and the Wind Djinn from a long distance. The effectiveness of these supernatural abilities will be weakened, but they will be able to cope with most unexpected situations.

Crucially, Victor didn't set the two teams a goal to achieve, and they were able to maneuver fully autonomously with the aim of exploring the ruins, using the psychic instincts of a ferocious warrior to avoid danger.

Elven scouts are different, they have a clear goal, they have come to capture Freya's tears. If the Lord of Sorrow has the strength to detect this third team, one can imagine how powerful it is, so Victor's hidden Elven Scout Squad is the most dangerous bait.

The Dwarven Prophet's divination ritual was an additional surprise for Victor, and although it is not yet possible to confirm whether the Dwarven Prophet's divination was accurate, the whole process of the ritual seemed to be very powerful. In particular, the Dwarven Prophet mentions "a pit full of black mud and ants", which reminds Victor of Ant-Man. This is basically consistent with some of the information he has in his possession, which shows that the divination of the dwarven prophets is worth learning. Therefore, Victor also quietly wrote down the two divination contents of "underground river" and "lake".

Victor relieved his old enemy talent, his sharp gaze turned to the far east, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and he sketched a meaningful smile, jumped down from the ancient tree more than twenty meters high, and quickly ran to the expeditionary force camp in the west.

Two days later, Elus's scouts appeared near the abandoned camp of Randall's Expeditionary Force, and they cautiously observed in the distance, and saw five rough but sturdy bark huts standing in the snow, surrounded by large felled stumps and some unused logs.

Such a hut camp, although in poor conditions, is much more comfortable than an elven scout camping in the wilderness. Along the way, they followed the expedition of the human race, and had found more than a dozen abandoned camps of this type, but Elus Yuege never allowed her subordinates to use the abandoned camps, and the forest animals and orcs dared to approach these uninhabited camps. That's because there is a lot of feces left near the camp from large and ferocious beasts.

This time, they were no exception when they found the excrement of the ferocious beast on the outskirts of the camp. However, the terrifying aura that haunted Elus' Moonsong was gone. She knew that it was the mighty dragon clan that no longer marked their territory, and the demigod powerhouses of the alien race acquiesced to their entry into the abandoned camp.

On more than one occasion, Elus Moonsong felt the kindness of an alien demigod, and she wondered if the demigod was conveying kindness to herself or to the mysterious nightingale.

Or, are they in a gang?

Suppressing her suspicions, Elus decided to see what was in the camp first.

Elven scouts go to different wooden houses to check the interior. Elus led the tree elf Angelis and the dwarven dragon hunter Udit to the largest wooden house. As soon as they got closer, they smelled a strange smell, like amber essential oil mixed with some herbs.

After pushing open the wooden door, a simple wooden table and wooden chair came into view, but Elus's eyes were fixed on a wooden barrel in the corner of the living room, and the strange smell came from it.

She stopped where she was and used sign language to tell her companions that there was movement in the room inside, but not to act aggressively. Then, holding the hilt of the curved sword, she walked over to the barrel and looked inside, revealing half a barrel of silvery-white liquid.

The liquid is very viscous and has a metallic texture. She picked up the stick next to the barrel and tried to stir it, and the silvery-white liquid stuck to the end of the stick, like a layer of Mithril.

Elus thought for a moment, took the stick stained with the silvery potion, and walked to the room on the side of the living room. The dim near-darkness of light could not hinder the elves' extraordinary vision, and a giant bird with its severed wings lay dying on the large round table, nailed to it by two spears. If it weren't for the faint pale flames dancing in its eye sockets, it would be no different from a corpse.

"Half-demonic undead snake vultures!" Angles Windsong exclaimed in a low voice, "those aliens have also encountered such monsters?"

“...... They may have found a way to deal with this undead monster. ”

Elus thoughtfully raised the stick in her hand, examined the potion-infested part, and stabbed at the half-dead black-blooded monster bird.

The blunt-headed wooden stick was like a sharp blade, easily piercing into the body of the black blood monster bird, the part that was pierced rattled, the black blood quickly disappeared, the silver-white light spread along the wound to all sides, and the full muscles withered and dried at a speed visible to the naked eye. The pale flames in the black blood monster's eye socket swelled violently, and then completely extinguished.

This time, the undead creature that had no purpose really turned into a corpse, and the eye sockets that had once burned with hot flames showed gray and dead eyes.

"This was left to us by the alien expedition?" the dwarven dragon hunter finally asked out loud.

"With this miraculous potion, our bows and arrows will be able to do their job if we encounter the undead again. The Dryad Archer said with joy.

"It's left for you. A pleasant voice came down the stairs of the room, and Mr. Nightingale, whose figure was as beautiful as the moonlight, appeared in the field of vision of the elves and dwarves.

Both Anglish and Euderian put their left hands on their foreheads, saluting the mysterious elven wanderer with the etiquette that only elves deserve.

A sense of powerlessness rose in Elus's heart, she was cautious enough, but she still couldn't detect the existence of the nightingale in advance. With this level of latent skill, the alien demigod and his dragon dependents may not be able to detect the nightingale.

If they weren't in the same group, the potion in the bucket was indeed deliberately left to us by the alien demigods...... What is His purpose in doing this...... With all kinds of thoughts spinning in her mind, Eluss Yuege did not slow down to salute the black-haired and black-eyed nightingale, and looked up and asked, "Lord Nightingale, we are here." ”

The smile on the nightingale's face dazzled the elf, and he said lukewarmly, "Shall I praise your courage or laugh at your recklessness?"

Elus stepped forward, passed the two assistants, looked at the nightingale on the stairs, and asked in a loud voice, "Lord Nightingale, can we turn back now?"

"Absolutely. The nightingale nodded, and said with a flat expression: "This is the demarcation point, you turn around and go back here, and I will not stop you." Crossing this dividing point, you have to be my helper, and I will not allow you to sneak behind me. ”

"As a member of the same family, you need our help. Elus looked directly into the nightingale's deep dark eyes and said earnestly.

"Don't take yourself too seriously, I rarely have companions who walk side by side. Nightingale's tone was a little low, a little silent, and then she said, "I admit that you are of some use to me, and in the same way, I am more useful to you, am I?"

The War Dancer General nodded in approval and said, "May I ask you a few questions, Mr. Nightingale, mighty." ”

"You've asked a lot...... I also have a lot of questions for you. Nightingale's tone was modest but confident and haughty, and she said magnanimously, "Ask first." ”

Without hesitation, Elus asked, "Mr. Nightingale, how did you know that there was a sacred relic of the elven clan 'Freya's Tears' in front of you?"

The nightingale curled the corners of her mouth, revealing her snow-white teeth, which stood out in the dimly lit room.

"......That's a really good question. ”