The night was slightly cool, the warm and intoxicating sun did not stay too much in the chaotic city, hurriedly arrived, hurriedly left, since a certain guy entered, the kerosene lamps in the lost land have been shaking and restless, and the dim firelight reflected two confronting figures, and the wail from it was only an inconspicuous note in the top note of the black concerto in this black land.

The inn is quiet, and this extravagant atmosphere needs to be forcibly obtained in the chaotic city, and as one of the kings of the day, the 'Lost Lands' is indeed entitled to a peace in the midst of the hustle and bustle.

Suddenly, a body curled up in front of the door of the Lost Lands, ragged, holding a most ordinary eternal copper coin in his hand, he moved his body like a worm, and finally seemed to be exhausted, slowly leaning against a long-withered Canaanite tree, the rapid panting gradually became soothing, the night was too thick, covering his face.

The mysterious old man of the Kamel family, the gatekeeper of the Lost Lands, suddenly opened his cloudy old eyes slightly, stared at the flower of life that was about to wither, and remained silent.

After a long time, the old man lowered his head again, the silver robe bloomed with dazzling magical brilliance, and the characters surrounded him like fluttering butterflies, and the vicissitudes of life were a little lonely.

"Old elf, have you found the last 'healing' leaf of the ancient tree of life, by the way, have you ever heard of a black organization called 'mourning', talking about the struggle to survive, our ability is far less than one-ten-thousandth of that of your noble race. ”

In the vast darkness of the night, the figure huddled beside the Canaan wood did not make the slightest movement, as silent as a lifeless stone.

A clear voice suddenly broke the silence, and the rickety body next to the Canaan wood seemed to be frightened, and was trembling slightly, in fact, some people thought he was dead.

"Watch your words, man, the elegant elf doesn't perform some nobility on his best friend that shouldn't exist. ”

The weather was getting colder and colder, layers of mist shrouded the chaotic city, and under the long night, a figure walked out of the white mist.

The black ears seem to contain an invisible elegance and nobility, but the purple skin is not very recognizable in the chaotic city, and it has almost merged with this darkness.

This turned out to be a mysterious Night Elf!

In the elven civilization of the Eternal Continent, these guys can be called heretics of the elven race, and they deserve to use their bodies and blood to cultivate the ancient tree of life known as the 'soul carrier of the goddess of nature', and in the elven civilization of the Bright Age, these black guys can't get the blessing of a drop of life spring water at all, in addition, the three great druids of the elven race seem to have issued an unwritten rule.

The race that is close to the Night Elves will surely stay away from the smile of the Orthodox Elves.

It is unbelievable that in the Age of Light, when the major races have never been able to get along, there would be a living Night Elf mixed among the human race, and he could accomplish such a twisted feat, and it seemed that there really was no second land except for the City of Chaos.

"Humanity is the most complex race I have ever seen, with the most hypocritical sinners and the nobles on the other hand, who may walk side by side every night as brothers and sisters, or who may look at each other angrily when the day comes. ”

The Night Elf spoke eloquently, wearing a wide ** master cloak on his sturdy body, and the bowler hat on his head was also very appropriate, exposing the pair of pointed ears that represented noble blood.

The elves are always so young, and at least a thousand years of life only means that a new member of the Fountain of Life has been born for this race that praises the smile of the goddess of nature.

The silver-robed old man looked at the sky thoughtfully, and said softly: "But don't forget, I am not a real human race, and those beings who need to spend a long time learning knowledge are too weak, even the inferior demonic beasts on the outskirts of the Verdun Mountains can easily take their lives." ”

"But you can't deny that most of the masters of the Eternal Continent came out of this humble race, and the vast majority of the founders of the glorious civilization are just such a group of weak guys. ”

The Night Elf's handsome face bloomed in the dark colors, and he was a little emotional, his voice low but faintly trembling.

"Who's that guy inside?"

The silver-robed old man spit out a cloud of smoke, squinted his eyes, and a blood-colored cold light appeared, and he said slowly: "A human nobleman has initially stepped into the magic world, and can chant a first-order fireball technique in the time of seven breaths. ”

"That's all?"

The Night Elves were asking tentatively, and there was a hint of antiquity flowing in their dark and blue eyes.

The silver-robed old man stared at the dissipated smoke in a daze, and gently spat out a few words.

"That's all. ”

The Night Elf stopped talking, staring at the withered face of the silver-robed old man, as if looking for some insignificant flaw, but alas, everything was so normal.

"Old man, do you know that a dwarf with the blood of the Burning Hills has withered in the City of Chaos, and if he is held down by those remnants of the dwarven civilization, we will probably not be able to bear this anger, besides"

The creature, hailed as the 'Nobility of the Night', looked into the distance, a magnificent ruin, and there was a hint of fear in his tone.

"The Black Castle has collapsed. ”

"What about the corpses?"

The old man of the Kamel family stood up, his silver robe with arcane magic characters circling endlessly, and his abrupt, hard words startled the Night Elves.

"There is no body, perhaps the poor and brave dwarf died in the Vatican, and besides, I have never seen a dwarf like a creature set foot in the capital of chaos. ”

The darkness of the night was terrible

Every sinner in the Chaos City has lost the most basic compassion, although this is a well-known common sense in the Eternal Continent, but only after experiencing it himself did Li Laifu deeply feel the horror of these people.

If it weren't for the Max family's near-devastating tempering, if there was no dreamlike pursuit in the long river of time, if there was no desperate desire for life, it is very likely that there would be only one corpse on the ground.

The lights flickered, reflecting Li Laifu's resolute face, standing about ten steps in front of him, a white-haired man bent down slightly, his expression was humble, but the corners of his eyes were already soaked with a smile.

"It's really a very good nobleman, maybe there is still some gap between him and the heir of an ancient bloodline family, but at least it is much better than the royal family of Ebral. ”

The white-haired man suddenly frowned, and asked, "By the way, the first-order fireball technique will never burn this bastard to death, how did you comprehend this miraculous spell." ”

Blood flowed silently on the rough floor of the inn, and in addition to the white-haired mage, another charred corpse was even more eye-catching.

The skull was scorched, and the skin was completely open from the terrible burning, and even the stunned features could be faintly seen.

A coquettish laugh that could be called a revival interrupted the white-haired man's questioning, Li Laifu slowly calmed down his emotions, and his deep ink pupils stared at the woman in front of him.

The Lost Enchantress, the second king of the City of Chaos, has restrained the throat of the third street with cruel and bloody horrors, and it seems that every night you can hear the whimpering of the heads of those who do not give in, and when she reappears next to Li Laifu, she is still full of temptation, still warm with strange beauty.

"A lot of things have happened on the day you're away. ”

The blood-colored eyes of the Lost Enchantress bloomed not with the same majestic majesty as the silver-robed old man, but with an incomparably seductive and charming color.

Li Laifu was slightly stunned, he couldn't believe that he had experienced the decline of a civilization towards the end, and the time of the chaotic capital was just an understatement of twenty-four laps.

But everything is far from over, the lost enchantress has a slight opening of her lips, and the syllables she spits out make Li Laifu feel the urge to run away.

"Exactly like he said, you're such a naughty guy. ”

"Max Emery. ”

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