Feeling the biting frost on his cheeks, half-elf Lothander felt desperate.
He didn't know why this human magician wanted to deal with him, but it was certain that the person who came was evil.
He even thought about committing suicide, but unfortunately his whole body was controlled, and his hands and feet were held down by a blue mage's hand, making him unable to move at all.
So he could only reluctantly raise his head, look back at the human magician in the darkness, and slowly walk towards him.
My heart was filled with anger and fear.
How will the enemy treat me, torture him, or kill him outright
In his wild thoughts, Losandar saw the silver moon hanging in the sky behind Roland.
Losandar had always liked the moonlight, and he suddenly felt that it was romantic to be killed on such a bright moonlit night.
This is the unique feeling of the elves, dying next to the thing they love most.
There is a beauty in zeroing out.
Roland looked at the other person's expression and saw that he was scared at first, then relieved, and finally showed a relieved smile... Roland's first reaction was, is there something wrong with this half-elf's head
He sighed and asked, "Is this Lothander?"
"Why ask me for my name? If you want to kill me, then kill me." Losandar, who had a lot of drama in his heart, snorted: "I will not betray my tribe."
Roland raised his eyebrows and sighed.
This is a misunderstanding, but there is no way. If you don't hold him down, this guy will definitely run away.
There are woods on both sides of the road. Entering the woods is like a fish entering a deep lake. It is very difficult to find him, so we can only catch him.
It's just that the methods are... a bit rough.
"I don't want to do anything to you." Roland squatted in front of him and said, "I was introduced by Beta. I need you to help me contact Ans. I have something very important to see him."
"Beta." Losandar looked at the other party in surprise: "Wait, what's your name?"
"Roland."
"You told me your name was Roland." Losandar screamed in grievance.
Roland smiled awkwardly: "Otherwise, you would have run away. If I try to find you again, I may not be able to find you."
"Then you can let me go." Losandar looked at Roland quite unhappily.
Roland shrugged sheepishly.
Half a minute later, Losandar patted his clothes, and then said: "The name Roland has been mentioned by both Beta and Elder Ans. It seems that you should have quite a status in the eyes of Elder Ans. . I can convey it on your behalf, but whether I can see you or not is not something I can decide."
"Of course, I'm sorry to bother you." Roland thought for a while and said, "How about I treat you to a big dinner as an apology."
"Okay." Losandar's eyes lit up.
Then Roland took Losandar to the hotel and ordered a lot of delicacies for him, which cost him almost a gold coin.
Losandal was very satisfied with the meal. Half-elves liked meat very much, but he didn't have much money and couldn't eat freely like this.
During this process, Roland chatted with him from time to time and got a lot of information about the elves.
Although it is not too important news, at least Roland has a more intuitive impression of the elves.
At daybreak, Lothander left.
Not long after, the drow elf Susie came to the door.
Her expression was quite annoyed: "You are following me!"
Roland pointed to another glass of fruit wine on the table and said with a smile: "It seems that Losandar has looked for you. Yes, I am following you."
"Do you want to die?" Susie sat opposite Roland, staring at him fiercely, her slender eyebrows standing upside down, a bit like a scimitar, quite intimidating: "How dare you do this on my territory? Follow me."
"If I didn't follow you, how could I find Lothander? You asked him to leave the town."
This is indeed the truth, but Susie always feels unconvinced.
She is a sword dancer and an agility warrior. She is a special hidden combat profession that can be unlocked after she joins the thief profession.
It has good stealth capabilities, anti-submarine capabilities, and frontal combat capabilities that are not weaker than traditional warriors.
But she really didn't expect that she, a sword dancer, would be followed by a mage.
This is simply like the feeling of playing a machete in front of Guan Gong and then winning.
Quite unhappy.
"You are very rude, I need you to apologize."
"Sorry." Roland said casually.
Susie was so angry that her hair almost exploded. Roland was so straightforward, but it gave her a perfunctory feeling.
It's like an adult trying to deal with a child.
But she really couldn't get angry at Roland because she heard from Losandar that this Roland seemed to be a very important person.
Elder Ans valued his appearance.
"Okay, I'll remember it." Susie slammed the door and left.
Roland felt...Both Losandar and Susie seemed to have childlike tempers.
In the next three days, Roland stayed in the hotel waiting for news about the waiter. Of course, he also found time to browse the forum and study magic.
Three days later, Ans came to the hotel to find him.
Roland asked the waiter to serve fruit wine and cakes to entertain Ans. At the same time, he smiled and said: "It's really surprising that such a big shot like you came in person. I thought you would let someone inform me to meet you in the Elf Forest."
Ansi is still handsome, but his brows seem to be a little more tired.
"I don't dare to let the lawless golden son into the house." He took a sip of the fruit wine, looked Roland up and down for a while, and said, "Besides, you grow up very fast, and I don't dare to let you into the forest casually. I remember More than a year ago, you were just barely joining the elite, but now you are on the road to the master level. Are all golden sons like you?"
"I just have better luck." Roland drank his fruit wine in one gulp, then poured himself another glass, and continued: "This time, I want to ask you for a favor."
"Go ahead." Ans smiled and said, "I hope it's not too outrageous a request."
"I want the sap of the World Tree, just one drop."
Chatter!
Ans immediately crushed the silver wine glass in his hand into a ball of twisted metal. The fruit wine flew everywhere, and naturally sprayed towards Ans and Roland.
But they were all blocked by the magic shields on both of them.
Ans stared at Roland with murderous intent: "Do you know what you said?"
"I know." Roland nodded.
"Do you know how important the mother tree is to us?"
Know. Roland nodded again.
"Then you dare to make such a request!" Ans slammed the now-shapeless wine glass on Roland's face, but it was blocked by Roland's magic shield: "Do you think you have lived too long? Already?"
"Of course I don't think so." Roland shook his head and said, "But I don't want much, just a drop."
Ans stood up and was about to leave.
Roland shouted: "It's not for nothing. I can help you do something you don't want to do, but you can't let me do evil things."
"I will never hurt my mother or my own relatives." Ans looked back at Roland.
Roland opened his eyes slightly and asked, "Really? Then why did your teacher, the Green Druid, die?"