"Master, it's so late, are you going to go camping in the wilderness?"

Floating in the sky with his hands on his chest, the moonlight sprinkled, all the special effects of the noble son of the Dawn Blade's bright silver robe had been ignited, and the staff with dazzling light also poked out of the void, bending his head to stare at the empty oblique down, Anlidalance said with a low smile. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Anlidalens..."

Transparent fluctuations rippled in mid-air, and Dakel's slightly smug body was revealed little by little, his right hand tightly squeezed the staff in his hand, and the old elf said in a dry voice.

"My lord, I've never done anything to be sorry for the Command Blade!"

"This is natural! In particular, the penetration rate of the mage tower of the mid-level and above mages of the Dawn Blade has increased from less than fifty percent more than six hundred years ago to nearly seventy percent, and the credit of the master is completely obvious to all!"

With a twitch of the corners of his mouth, Anlidalance slowly floated in front of the old elf, not caring at all about the other party's excessive actions of raising his staff because of his movements, and even beginning to condense elemental energy.

"Therefore, even if the master plans to say goodbye without saying goodbye, or even switch to another sect openly, the Dawn Blade will still not pursue any investigation, although the original contract is still the same, but the master has done enough, and for so many years, it has always been our clan who owes the master!"

"That's just me..."

Hearing this, his face finally relaxed, and the staff in Dakel's hand unconsciously pressed slightly. This time without saying goodbye, what he was most afraid of was that the Dawn Blade would forcibly make a move because of face and interests, especially, as one of the few mage tower design masters in Quel'Thalas, his role was even far better than one or two high-level peak mages at the family level, and the importance he attached to him could actually be seen from the fact that there was no deadline on the agreement he signed with the Dawn Blade at the beginning.

Although, at the beginning, he originally planned to wait for death in this great clan of Quel'Salas, but now that he has a glimmer of hope, he naturally does not dare to wait like this.

However, he didn't expect that Dawnblade didn't plan to delve into his farewell, which made Dakel a little embarrassed for a while, after all, in order to take him in as a desperate stranger, Dawnblade actually paid a lot of price.

"But!"

However, as soon as Dakel spoke, he was suddenly interrupted by the young elf in front of him with a sudden wave of his hand, and the elemental energy around him completely solidified in the moment when the other party's mouth was sneering.

After Abdullandrance gently took the staff in the old elf's hand, he looked at Dakel, who was imprisoned by himself like the elemental energy.

"What I hate most is to do things under me, but I still secretly take on private work!

Sticking the staff in his hand into powder little by little, Anlidalen's face also turned cold a little, and the robe on his body seemed to flicker more with the anger of his master.

"I didn't..."

"No, no, master, don't be in a hurry to defend yourself, it seems that we still have to wait for a guest!"

Stopping the old mage's defense, or directly imprisoning the other party's mouth, Anlidalance turned his head to look behind him, and after squinting for a long time, the noble son of the Dawn Blade suddenly sneered, and lazily shook the staff in his hand.

"Why, Lord Kandal, don't you come out to meet here, how can you say that this is also the territory of the Dawnblade!"

"Legendary... Whatever!"

A black crack appeared not far from the two elves, Kandal gently drilled out in a simple elf suit, and a relatively strong elven warrior behind him also walked out, looking at Anlidalance for a long time before Kandal let out a cloudy sigh.

"Hehe, it's worthy of being an old guy who has been at the high level for so long!"

"Anway Darans!"

For Anlidalen's undisguised sarcasm, Kandal just smiled very indifferently, but the elven warrior behind him immediately glared at him, but he also just shouted coldly and then disappeared.

"Archmage Amway Dharans, I hope that Master Dakarl's personal freedom can be redeemed by peaceful means!

Kandal didn't seem to be too surprised by the archmage realm of Amlidalans, and he didn't even have the slightest vigilance and caution on his face, and the contemporary mage lord of Daisom still suggested with a smile on his face.

"Huh!"

Pouting, Amway Darrens waved his hand to remove the confinement on Dakelle, and after flying closer to the opposite side with him, he whispered.

"Master, do you know how I found out!"

After asking a question without a beginning or end, Anlidalance continued before waiting for the old elf beside him to answer.

"When a certain stinky boy suddenly found me one day and asked me if it was the usual style of elves to set up a secret secret door inside the mage Tataring, I realized that there was such a secret hidden by my side!"

With a warm smile on his face, every word that Anlidalance spit out was full of gnashing of teeth, for your son, there is nothing more disgusting than being slapped in the face by others, if there is, it is to slap yourself in the face.

"It turns out that here's the problem..."

Looking at Anlidalance in a daze, Dakyll finally couldn't resist the other party's sharp eyes and lowered his head, muttering to himself in distraction.

"With these idiots, this IQ is okay... I really don't know whether to live or die!"

Glancing at Dakel, who was in a state of distraction, Anlidalance looked at Kandal and his son, and said another mockery.

"Archmage of Anlidalance is the plan of the Pre-King Council, and even the core policy of the empire for nearly a thousand years, you, as the archmage of the Dawn Blade, should know better than me!"

Although Anlidalance whispered sideways to Dakel just now, he did not deliberately lower his voice, and Kandal not far away naturally heard it clearly, unlike Dakarl, who was in a state of distraction when he heard the words, although Kandal still kept smiling, he was obviously much stiffer, and there was a strange flicker in his eyes.

"Oh, Kandal, talk to Lao Tzu about the royal council? believe it or not, I'm going to slaughter you all now, and no one will come forward to say a word for you!"

"Humph!"

Pulling out the elven warrior who was snorting coldly and entering the battle state, Kandal turned his head to look at Dakaire, who was muttering to himself, and turned his head to meet the pair of playful eyes.

"Archmage Amway Darrans, I still mean what I just meant, as long as the Dawn Blade is willing to give up Master Dakarl, the conditions can be negotiated slowly!"

"Hey, I want the council's line!"

"Impossible!"

After staring at the other party for a while, Anlidal said with a smile, but Kandal on the other side showed an angry face for the first time when he heard this, and replied categorically.

"Anlidalense, even your father only has access to that line, but no control over it! Hehe, you really look up to me!"

"Oh, then yours!"

“... I don't know what you're going to say. ”

It's a pity that Kandal's bewilderment finally dissipated under the playful gaze of Amway Darrans, and he slowly pulled out his staff, and the contemporary mage lord of Dysom shook his head helplessly.

"It seems that there is nothing to talk about?"

"It's up to you, Kandar Drahier!"

"Hehe, then!

"Just what I want!!" (To be continued.) )