After a brief escape from the troublesome meeting, Jenkins finally took the opportunity to sneak outside. It was already eleven o'clock in the morning, but the sky was still as dark as late at night, and a relatively loose martial law was issued in the city, so there were almost no people on the gray and foggy streets.
But this does not mean that the city is dead and silent. The mine area in the east is still burning, and the shadow of the huge mist child in the distance is fighting fiercely with the combat team on the ground. Black auras are everywhere, and it seems that every point in the dense fog is gestating those terrifying creeper monsters in the fog.
Ashes with heat fell from the sky, already covering the ground with a layer of white ash. When you step on it and leave footprints, when you look back, you don't have the leisurely elegance when you left footprints on the snow, but you feel that the end is really approaching step by step.
Everything seems to have changed this weekend, the only constant is the smell in the air. From the time Jenkins came into this world to the present disaster, the air will always be filled with the stench of burning. It hasn't changed because of the arrival of foreigners or the arrival of disasters. It seems that only this smell is constant.
The first stop after leaving the church was the apartment rented by the old elf. After all, his apartment was in the city center, very close to the Church of the Sage.
When Jenkins knocked on the door downstairs, no one answered the door for a long time. Later, the old elf went downstairs and opened the door himself:
"Now that the whole city is under martial law, and there is such a ghost outside, the landlord didn't want to open the door."
he explained.
Following the elves upstairs, I found that the living room was full of all kinds of books. The pile of books was like a hill, and there was almost no place to stay. The gas lamp in the living room is on, turned on to the maximum power, three candles are still burning on the rusty candlestick on the table, and there are other white candles in the pile of books in the living room, making the living room with the curtains drawn still bright, but The shadows of the books on the wall look a little scary:
"What are you doing?"
After finally sitting on the sofa with the cat in his arms, Jenkins asked:
"I have encountered some troublesome problems, but it's not a big deal. It's okay. Jenkins, are you here to say goodbye to me this time?"
The old elf asked, and Jenkins raised his eyebrows in surprise:
"How do you know?"
"Although I haven't experienced the end of the era in the material world, I have read a lot in books in the past. Obviously, it is the end now, right?"
The elf sat opposite Jenkins, bent slightly and folded his hands and asked.
"Yes, it's the end. The underground machine said that it will raise the ninth floor of the tower in the early hours of this night. At that time, it will go to the highest floor of the tower, and use the gift [Mechanical Heart] and the original steam engine as a means. Let yourself be completely sublimated into a beast of disaster."
"Is this forcing you into that tower?"
"Yes, inside the tower are nine nested realms, used to weaken my ability. To be honest, I'm not sure if I can succeed...so I want to say goodbye to you."
The old elf didn't encourage Jenkins, or tell him that he can do it, but heaved a long sigh:
"I knew there would be such a day, but I didn't expect this day to come so soon. Jenkins, you must come and see me again."
"Don't worry, you will. There is one more thing. I want to invite you to live in the church this time. You also know the current situation. No matter where you are now, it is not safe."
"Thank you for your kindness, but for me it doesn't matter where I live. Jenkins, it's a pleasure to meet you, it's my luck and honor to have met you in the last days of my life you."
He stood up while talking, but he didn't mean to see off the guests, but entered the bedroom alone. Soon he came out again, and put a thumb-thick delicate crystal bottle on the stack of books in front of Jenkins:
"I have nothing to help you, take this away."
"Is this a potion?"
"Yes, when I accidentally came to the material world, I didn't carry many items with me. This is brought out from the Blossom Forest, and it is the most valuable thing I have ever owned in my life."
Considering that he also owned two B-01-1-8381 [Elf's Arrow of Destruction], the value of this bottle of potion is really incredible.
"My grandpa's grandpa's friend gave it to him, don't worry, it probably hasn't expired yet."
Judging from the aura, it does have extraordinary performance. The extremely green aura has never been seen by Jenkins, but it is unknown whether it is the performance of the original potion.
"Probably...not expired?"
"Don't worry, this is not for you to drink. This is a bottle of poison. Let's put it this way, if this bottle is broken now, with our location as the center, within a diameter of 300 miles (about 482.8 kilometers) within the next three It will be covered by highly poisonous miasma within a hundred years, and no grass will grow. However, it will take at least a thousand years before the influence of those miasmas can be completely eliminated.
Don't underestimate the poisonous mist produced by this bottle of potion. For any creature, unless it is a special blood like you, even a metal creation will be corroded by the poisonous mist theoretically. And once it is broken, the consequences will be completely irreversible unless there is a divine power to act. "
Jenkins looked at the small bottle that was shining under the light in surprise, and pulled the eager chocolate to his lap to keep it from moving:
"How many dangerous things do you hide... Well, it doesn't matter. But what do the elves do with such a dangerous thing?"
"The prototype of this potion is a very effective herbicide. Later, a potion master tried to modify it to make it more effective."
"He succeeded?"
"What do you say?"
The elf raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, that's a big deal. So what happened to the Potion Master?"
"The Master of Potions was taken away by the Elven Guard after some samples of the potion were taken by thieves and used carelessly. He was never seen again."
This is quite reasonable, and the reason why the old elf and his ancestors did not hand in this bottle of potion was because they intended to treat it as a mere antique. Now the elf gave it to Jenkins, and repeatedly warned Jenkins that it is okay to use it in the treacherous world, but it must not be used in the real world, otherwise Nolan and even the entire West Coast will really be gone.
After the short visit, Jenkins found that he didn't have much to say, so he got up and left. The old elf didn't say much, except for the gift, he also read a poem in Elvish language for him, the content was to bid farewell to the heroes of the expedition.
The old elf wanted to send Jenkins to the door downstairs, so the two walked up the stairs while talking. And at this moment, the door downstairs was knocked from the outside again.