Dr. Wat looked up at Dearlando, then lowered his head and tightened the leather clasp on his hand, sealing the belt with forbidden grease. After doing all this, he walked over and patted Flynn on the shoulder and said, "Let's go, didn't you hear His Highness's order?" Flynn had no choice but to follow the mentor to the door suspiciously.

"Big brother, you just don't care about your body too much. I see, don't be too tired, the interrogation is not in a hurry. I'll go out first, arrange something else, you be careful. As if persuaded by Dierlando, Ruidan sighed, tightened the ankle ring in his hand, and walked out of the cell.

After the heavy iron door was locked outside, Deirlando let go of Fayer's arm, which had been clutching heavily.

"Alright, here, see what we are going to do with your former teacher? Fayle...... Or should I call you Faekelen?" Leaning his hand against the stone platform full of torture instruments, Diarrando sneered and debunked the pretense that both men knew.

Fikelen shook his pinched hand that was almost broken, and replied with the same sneer: "When did you find out?"

"I found out from the beginning that your magic is so unique that it looks different in Riceth's eyes. What about Fayle?" Diarlando looked at the other party rubbing his arms with a calm expression, and did not seem to panic at all because he was trapped in this large sealing box.

"Why? do you care about him, like your adoptive mother?" said Ferkelen, who pulled out a sarcastic smile that looked exactly like Fayle himself. It seems that the mage's growth stage has been influenced by him a lot.

"No, I'm just a little curious. How could a man who had given his soul to the Starlight Dragon succumb to the obscenity of a mere fallen elf. ”

Fayer was in the dark room of the spirit, depressedly pulling at the shackles on his body. Diarlando didn't have a backache when he stood and talked, and he hadn't been mentally controlled, so how could he know that people who had been controlled would leave something similar to a back door in their minds, making the next invasion easier.

Dearrando's words reminded him, and he began to try to borrow Liliang from Rieseth, but Fikelen completely cut off his mental connection with the outside world, and the surrounding black barrier formed an isolation layer that locked his consciousness firmly inside.

Fayle prayed that Feekelon would quickly do something about attacking Deirlandor or Reseth, based on the master-servant contract between himself and the dragon. will be punished by the dragon immediately. At that time, Fikelen's black barrier will be broken. Only then can I have a chance to turn over.

Fei Karen elegantly brushed Riffail's hair with his hand, and Zuihou gently tapped his forehead with his fingers: "You don't know too much about my skills, the human brain and spirit are so magical, I have spent more than eight hundred years studying it." Although it is not 100% understood. But it's not hard to control a head that I've been familiar with since I was ten years old. ”

From his sleeve he pulled out Fayir's usual bronze bone staff. Faelen played with it in his hand for a while. Then he pointed diagonally at his original body tied to the iron frame and said, "Don't think that you will win if you grab my body, in fact, as long as my will is still in a body that you have not grasped, you will not win all the victories." ”

A felkelen-esque crazy smile tugged at Fayle's face: "Look. I'm fine with blowing up my flesh here, but that adoptive mother of yours will die in no time. Don't you think we should sit down now and negotiate?"

Before he could finish speaking, his hand was light, and the bronze bone staff had been taken away by Reseth. Deirlandor immediately snatched the cane back from the dragon's jaw, lest Fair and the others regain their senses and run out of weapons at their disposal.

"I don't think you seem to have any capital to negotiate with me, and you can't escape here. And I can break your bones before you even lift a finger. I'm sorry for Fayle, but I think he'll understand. As he spoke, he pinched the knuckles of his hands and listened happily to the crackling crunch of the joints.

Faekelen looked at Dearlando's strong fist in fear, and the back of his head seemed to ache faintly. To be honest, it has only been half a day since we met, and I have already received each other's fists twice. It's really a headache to face such an opponent who likes to be brutal and rely on force to solve problems.

He sighed exaggeratedly, raised his hands and made a gesture of surrender: "Okay, okay, I surrender." There was no way I could defeat the dragon and his human contractors head-to-head, as I knew hundreds of years ago. ”

"Oh, did you know that from Namantto and Zoe?"

Fei Karen subconsciously grabbed his left leg, where the muscles were young and healthy, not his mutilated ugly body. Every time he heard the name of Emperor Zulong, it evoked physical and psychological pain, and he forgot for a moment that he was still in Fayle's body.

After rubbing the non-existent pain in his leg for a moment, he sighed and asked, "Did you hear Fayle tell me my story?"

Diarlando shook his head dryly: "He doesn't know much about you, at least not about your past." But I want to remind you that I'm not in the mood to listen to the story today, and if you have anything to say, it's better to be concise and clear. ”

"I am a survivor who has survived from disasters and pain that you could never have imagined. I've gained a lot of useful experience in the hundreds of years that Bran has been locked down, and I'm the one who knows the most about magical creatures like dragons. Now, I trade what is in my head for your promises and assurances that will keep me safe and secure my life, and set me free when the time is right. ”

Fei Karen put his hands together, assumed the posture of a defender, and showed his hole cards. He had dealt with Dearlando twice as a white stork, and knew what the young dragon contractor was most eager to know.

In the dark room of the spirit, Fayer saw Fikelen talking nonsense, and his heart was half cold. Faklen knew the dragon's contract better than he did, and of course he knew that attacking the dragon directly would be counterproductive, so he was clearly planning to trick Diarlando with rhetoric now. I plan to defeat my opponent with a yin trick.

The mage dragged the heavy shackles imposed on his body by the blood elves, rubbed in front of the small window where he could see the only thing that could see Shijie outside, and tried to smack the window with the iron chain in his hand: "Don't believe anything he says, the royal sword-bearer has already signed a contract with the Demon Dragon King, just like I can't betray Reseth, he can't betray Namantto." ”

Dearrando also picked up his hand, carefully studying the opponent in front of him under the skin of Fayir, and gauging how much he could believe his words.

"Considering the few times we've dealt with each other, I think it's an extremely stupid act to trust you. You need to show your sincerity enough to earn my trust. ”

"It's normal for you to doubt me, but if you understand how I got to where I am today. will understand. No one is born a badass. The reason why I worked for the Demon Dragon King was only because I couldn't help myself. Can you accept Fayle, but Weishenme can't accept me?" the Blood Elf began to speak of his past with indignation.

"We are mountain spirits who live in the mountains and forests at higher altitudes. They usually feed on flowers, fruits, young leaves, mushrooms, and the like of plants. Ever since Bran was locked down. The shadow of Namantó looms over our mountain forests. Although our home was not destroyed in the dragon's wrath at the beginning, it was quickly impacted. ”

"I want to ...... I've heard enough of this version of the complaint, can you say something new?" Diarlando interrupted Federen's statement disapprovingly. If you still think that this kind of sympathy for the tragic past Bo is useful, the other party is too naïve, and he is not a ten-year-old child.

"No, that's not what I'm going to tell you, please listen to me. Faekelen frowned and protested that Deirlando interrupted his conversation, "You and I don't lack time anyway, do we?"

Dearlandor paused, but Zuihou waved his arm to signal the other party to continue.

"After the first ten years of material shortages and food shortages, the Dragon King used his magic to replan the fabric of our society. He used the dragon flute to control some of the surviving humans, assembled an absolutely loyal private army, and then asked them to capture the surviving races and build new cities on the land that was still usable. ”

"To solve the problem of food and water, he set up soul furnaces in all his settlements, transforming worthless creatures into fresh food and clean water. With these basic supplies for survival, more and more people have joined its command, willing to become his minions. ”

"At that time, our people chose to flee to the sparsely populated higher mountains to avoid the Dragon King and his men. Anyway, we mountain elves need very few resources to survive. We are thrifty in food and clothing, but we can still live. ”

"But that soon changed...... At that time, Zoe, the human contractor of the Demon Dragon King, began to have serious problems in her brain, and her spirit was on the verge of collapse. Almost every week, the uncontrollable Namantto would have a crazy attack in the Chongyan Palace. If you've ever been to Bran, you'll see the terrifying black mountains, and see the scars left on the land by the madness of the Dragon King. ”

Diarrando nodded, this said that in the past, Namantó's mental confusion he had been taught, and people who were mentally okay would become neurotic if they talked to them for a long time.

After he realized that he had a problem with his brain, he kept looking for a solution. The Dragon King told him that this was because the human psychic power was too small compared to the dragon's. So he began to have his army hunt all kinds of intelligent and demonic creatures, such as mountain elves like us. After the men were captured, they were all locked up in a meditation room, where Zoe drained their psychic power to implement a jihua that balanced the human and dragon spirits. ”

Hearing this, Deirlandor gradually became interested, it turned out that like his ancestors, the contractor of the Demon Dragon King had also tried to solve the spiritual asymmetry between the two creatures.

As if knowing that the other party was interested, Fei Karen diverted the topic again: "At that time, human beings became very terrifying, and these humans who had experienced devouring and killing each other and the originally peaceful humans seemed to have become two races. They received the liliang gifted by the Demon Dragon King, becoming faster and more powerful. Hunting and hunting us everywhere, my people fled above the snow line, but they still could not escape the fate of being captured. ”

"Our people never kill, and even in that case, we didn't kill the humans who were chasing us. Because I didn't want to be captured, the fifteen remaining members of my clan chose to jump off the cliff to know their lives, and that was the first time my leg was broken. ”

The Blood Elf was sincere, but Deirlandor had a hard time believing that his words were true. What happened to make such a peace-loving race he described become what it is now?

"You don't believe me? It's okay, I don't believe I'm where I am today. Fekelen smiled self-deprecatingly, then continued.

"But nine of the people who jumped off the cliff didn't die on the spot, knowing that we were originally a long-lived and strong race, and if we hadn't died on the spot, we would have quickly healed our own wounds with great resilience. We were captured and sent to Zoe and Namantó. ”

"With just a slight flick of his wings, Namantto healed all of us. Then we took metal headbands like cattle and were herded into the small, dark meditation room. It was there that we first entered the spirit of the dragon, Shijie, I think it was called the realm of dragons. ”

Dearlando suddenly raised his hand and interrupted him, "Wait, are you saying that you entered the Dragon Realm more than nine hundred years ago, and while you were still alive?"

Faekelen's eyes flickered, and he took two steps closer in the direction of Deerlando.

"Yes, that particular headband that marks our identity has long, slender nails that retract and fit into our brains when they are attached to our heads. With the help of that head ring, our spirits are detached from our bodies and after a severe headache we are taken to an island of white sand above the sea. It's always daytime, and even when there's no sun, it looks sunny. I can show you the remaining holes in my skull, and you'll know that what I'm saying is true. ”

With a swipe, Dearlando summoned a magic sword and stopped in front of Fecalen, forcing him back.

"Hey, anyway, don't do it. I really don't dare let you touch your own body. You have too many little tricks for me to guard against. (To be continued......)