Although Qingfeng Village was just a small gathering place for elves at the beginning, because it was not far from Yangfan Port to the west, and the winding path started from Silvermoon City in the north to Quettalin in the south, it is a transit station with a very advantageous geographical location.

In addition to the aborigines, there are more elven adventurers and far-traveler rangers here.

"It's getting late, let's rest in Sunny Breeze Village for the night to get supplies, we still have a long way to go. Liadline tugged at the reins and whispered to the tired crowd.

It has to be said that worthy of a high-ranking priest, Liadrin's words were filled with refreshing warmth, and even Lanlos felt a stream of heat surging from his limbs, as if the boredom and boredom of the long journey had all dissipated at this moment.

"Goodman, you're going to ...... with Darkan" was about to hand over Lanloth, the only mage, to the Magister, when Liadline turned around, she found that Darkan had already walked away on her own, and her face couldn't help but show a hint of embarrassment, "Or come with me?"

"Thank you for your kindness, but I guess I'd better arrange my own accommodation. "Although it seems like a good thing to camp with this beautiful elf with a strong wife, Lanlos still has his own things to do, and it is much more convenient to be alone.

Yes, the reason why Lanloth participated in this operation was not only because of the enchantment on Wenlesa's body, not only because of the mysterious inscription on the rune stone, but more importantly, because of himself.

In the days leading up to his departure, Lanlos worked almost sleeplessly on the theory of promoting to a mid-level spellcaster, and with Sagrete's help, he had already crafted and mastered a well-developed promotion plan.

But the only drawback is that in order to successfully connect to the four-ring magic network, he needs magic, a lot of magic!

Bidding farewell to Liaderin, Lanlos jumped off the chocobo and walked slowly towards the center of the village.

"Very well, in that case, Galier, you go and negotiate with the garrison, and we will set up camp in the square......"

"I'm sorry, High Pastor. ”

Before Liadline could finish her sentence, a crisp voice interrupted her.

Turning her head, Liadeline looked at Wen Lesa who walked out of the crowd with a puzzled gaze, although she didn't like to be interrupted, but her good qualities made her still maintain a gentle attitude: "Is there anything?"

"Actually, I have some personal matters to do, so I can't participate in camping. Bowing apologetically, Winlessa's gaze narrowed to Lanlos, who was about to disappear from sight.

As if sensing something, the expression on Liadelin's face kept changing, and considering the other party's face, she deliberately lowered her voice: "You must know that this is part of the ranger training. ”

"Don't worry, I'm in control. Wen Lesa obviously inherited the Windranger's fiery personality completely, and the target was about to disappear, seeing that Liadelin did not refuse, she immediately assumed that the other party agreed, made a standard salute, and rushed in the direction of the hotel.

"Alas, young people just can't stand loneliness. Seeing that Wen Lisa was anxious to keep up with Lanloth's pace, Liadline was obviously a little crooked.

As the only inn in Sunny Breeze Village, Amber Light's traffic is even greater than expected.

If it weren't for the pointed ears of the elves to prove their identity, I'm afraid they would have thought this was a human tavern.

Lanlos glanced at the overcrowded hall and couldn't help but sigh. Luckily, the elves don't like to talk too much, and the inn is not quiet, but it's well organized, not noisy or chaotic.

"Is there anything you need help with?" asked a maid as she approached Lanloth's side, smiling.

"One room, quiet. ”

"Please follow me. After receiving the gold coin from the other party, the smile on the maid's face became even more pleasant.

What Lanlos needed wasn't in Weatherwind Village, but it wasn't far from here, and after learning from Lilath that Liadrin's party would be camping here, he knew he had to be part of the operation.

It's an opportunity, a chance to get in touch with that stuff again.

Standing on the balcony, Lanlos ignored the movement in his ears and his gaze spread out into the distance along the dark jungle, reaching the familiar land.

There is, the location of the Western Temple.

The diversion circle, the core device of the temple, is also an excellent weapon for gathering magical power.

Lanlos hadn't forgotten the arcane puppet he and Winlessa had met in the ruins on the riverbank.

At the same time, he heard from the students that Vilania, the guardian of the magic net of the Western Temple, was assassinated by the apprentice due to collusion with demons, and because this shabby place is too remote, no suitable replacement has been found until now, of course, this should also be related to the slow burning nature of the elves.

But no matter what, he had a lot of confidence that the diversion circle on that arcane puppet might not have been recovered by the High Elves!

Adhering to the mentality of waste utilization, it is naturally impossible for Lanlos to let go of this opportunity.

Watching the village of Sunny Wind gradually quiet down in the dark night, Lanloth took a deep breath, and the low incantation gradually came out, and the magic that was summoned became a breeze under his feet. Soon, Lanloth only felt a sense of weightlessness appear, and the soles of his feet slowly detached from the floor.

Flotation, weight loss...... Cliff jumping artifact, with it, climbing mountains and jumping buildings or something, it's not a matter at all.

Feeling the spell take effect, Lanlos jumped directly from the balcony and slowly fell like a feather without the slightest movement. With a thought in his mind, the elven mage disappeared into the woods like a ghost.

He didn't notice that a petite figure appeared where he landed.

Quel'Thalas's wealth is truly staggering, and on both sides of the path that runs through the Eversong Forest, magic street lamps completely dispel the darkness, even if you travel overnight, you don't have to worry about lighting.

Soon, Lanloth came to the bank of a river, looked at the isolated island on the other side, and cast the flotation spell again, and walked lightly on the surface of the water, walking like a walk towards the location of his memory.

Compared to spells, what light power water floating is simply weak!

It's still the same old saying, the huge Yongge Forest, even the Well of the Sun can't be fully illuminated, not to mention that the ancient ruins in front of you are still a depression.

The intricately patterned white stone bricks are covered with weathering marks, the dust that gathers gives moss and vines a chance to grow, and the tenacious verdant vegetation almost completely submerges the historic site.

Like a ghost, Lanloth silently shuttled through the ruins. At the same time, his heart was full of doubts.

Judging from the scale, this should be a gathering place for elves, and it should not be much smaller than Jinzhi Village. The remains of arcane golems can often be seen, presumably once inhabited by some wealthy and powerful arcanists.

But why is this the way it is?

And, where did that arcane golem go last time?

Obsessed with question marks, Lanlos was a little distracted, he didn't see it, and in the bushes behind him, bright blue eyes stared straight at his back.

How did he know about this?

Winlessa's brow furrowed, and the familiar figure of the bastard suddenly came to mind, followed by everything that had happened in the land not long ago.

The excitement and fear when stalking, the humiliation and shame when bonding, and the reluctance and gratitude when being taught...... Scenes from the past are constantly reproduced in my mind.

Controlling her emotions is not Winlessa's forte, and her face changes in a state of turmoil, eventually turning into an indescribable blush.

Goodman: What a broken name, it must be that bastard pretending!

If Wen Lesa wasn't sure a few days ago, now she can pat her chest and call out the other party's real name, after all, this place, she has been with that bastard, and only the two of them know.

Lanloth, what are you hiding......

As if sensing something, the elven mage pulled the brim of his hat and carefully pressed it against the corner.

Creak!

The rusty metal rubbed violently, and a high-pitched, shrill sound was heard, causing Lanlos to rub his ears in discomfort.

Invisible!

The next moment, the mage who had been clinging to the corner disappeared. At the same moment, a tall, angular figure stepped out of the darkness.

"Didn't find it...... Target ......"

"Turn on the Creature ...... Scan...... System Corruption...... Unable...... Activating ......"

"Dismiss...... Alert ......"

The long strips of blue light on the flat head flickered, and the mechanical sound filled the chaotic current, and with each movement, the metal friction at the joints always emitted a thrilling and sharp sound.

Lan Luos, who had already gathered a lot of magic power, stopped his movements, and seeing that the other party's detection ability was so weak, his eyes flashed a little light, and he suddenly thought about it.