"There is only one elevator in area A03 that can be used now, but Mr. Oldham, are you really going to go down?" the foreman said as he looked around on the old dwarf and Roman.
He took Oldham all the way into the tunnel of the mine, behind them more than a dozen soldiers. Kuran was gone, and Aukins was shocked. Oldham was his only hope now, so when the old dwarf appeared in front of him and asked to go down to the mining area, he was simply delighted. mad.
As for Roman
It was as if the clerk who had caught the last straw was not even noticed that there was such a person beside the old dwarf. Besides, this dwarf wanted to save him from the fire and water, as the other party was willing to bring his illegitimate daughter. Go down, that's his freedom, isn't it
Hearing the foreman’s question, the old dwarf snorted from his big nose: "Nonsense, or what am I doing here." He looked back at the trembling soldiers behind him-apparently the horrible rumors in the mine had scared them out of their courage. -The old dwarf said: "If you don't want to follow, you can stay on it."
The soldiers were obviously relieved: "But what do you do when you ask?" someone asked.
"What does that have to do with me?" The old dwarf said irritably. It would be a trouble if it weren't for taking these soldiers down. He didn't want to go into the mining area alone. Who knows if the rumors of those monsters are true; so many people. They have all witnessed monsters. Maybe it’s really true. Although the old dwarf still has two skills, he is not necessarily smart enough to go there: "You can explain it yourself. Isn’t it possible to lie? I won’t reveal you— "
The soldiers nodded one after another: "You are such a good man, Mr. Oldham." They said so one after another.
A group of people quickly came to the elevator. The business lady raised her head to look left and right to look at the thing. If there were not so many outsiders present, she might still want to touch it curiously-but when she was hesitant, The old dwarf has dragged her up.
The foreman did not follow up this time: "Mr. Oldham," he said, "Then I won't send you off, pay attention to safety."
The old dwarf snorted, "Naturally, you humans are really timid."
Everyone's expressions became weird. Only the foreman had a better self-cultivation and said embarrassingly: "Mr. Oldham, will you operate this machine?"
"nonsense."
The old dwarf used his hand to pull down a few joysticks on one side, and the elevator immediately started rumblingly. It slowly descended, and quickly threw the foreman and the soldiers on the upper floor. As the lift sinks, the surrounding scenery becomes a rapidly descending rock wall, and the air becomes hot and dry.
When there are no outsiders, Roman obviously becomes active, and she tries to touch the surrounding rock formations with her hands. But he was dragged back by the old dwarf. He glared at her and said loudly, "Do you want to die?"
"I'm sorry!" The merchant lady apologized at the fastest speed in human history.
It was at this time that the elevator fell on the rock below and stopped with a bang, and both of them shook. The old dwarf raised the torch and looked around. The fourth floor of the mining area was as narrow as ever.
He thought for a while and put out the torch.
But he immediately noticed a problem-he didn't bring the lighting crystal. Of course, he can still bring Roman back to the upper floor to chase those people. They must have something similar on their bodies, but Oldham snorted, and he couldn't take this face off.
Besides, the dwarf could see things in the dark, so he decided to move on.
"It's dark." In the darkness, the girl's voice said, her eyes gleaming in the darkness.
"Hush!" Oldham sniffed. After entering the fourth floor of the mining area, the air became thinner and he dared not use an open flame. "Just follow me," said the dwarf.
"Why don't you light it?" Roman asked.
"Because this is underground, where the air is precious."
"Lighting crystal?"
"No that—"
"But it's so dark."
"This is also something that can't be helped!"
"Roman wants light."
"Be quiet—" the old dwarf's words suddenly got stuck in his throat, because he suddenly felt a soft light shining from behind, shining all around.
He rubbed his eyes, almost thinking it was an illusion.
The old dwarf rounded his small eyes and turned his head, but saw Roman raising a hand curiously, and her palm was emitting a soft white light.
"This... how did this come from?" Oldham stammered.
"I don't know either," Roman looked at his palm over and over, "it can shine by itself, it's quite interesting!"
"Don't you know?" The old dwarf felt that the other party must be making himself happy.
"Yeah," Roman nodded obediently: "I thought to myself, if there was light, it would just light up, isn't it interesting?"
"This is the first time?"
"Yep."
The old dwarf touched Roman's forehead.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Oldham shook his head: "I just heard that there is a group of people who are rejected by witches and wizards, and their bodies are flowing with magical blood—" He paused: "Your family is the same as you. ?"
Roman thought for a moment: "Brando said that his aunt is a witch."
"Witch," the old dwarf widened his eyes: "Impossible! The witch and that... are at odds-unless she is not your real aunt, were you adopted?"
The merchant girl said angrily, "Aunt is just aunt."
Oldham raised his eyebrows, thinking, too, what does the housework of others have to do with being a dwarf himself? He suddenly felt that since he met this little girl, his body seems to be getting more and more problems. He scratched his head and replied: "Well, no matter if there is lighting, follow me, don't you get lost here alone. Now, this is not a joke—"
"Okay." Roman nodded obediently.
But this kind of behaving hasn't lasted for a few seconds, she immediately asked curiously: "What is that, old man."
Oldham was startled, and turned his head subconsciously—
…
Otales' words reminded Brando of what happened in Butcher's old house on the night of the Black Rose War. At that time, he was just an ordinary young man in this world. Facing the siege of the undead from the darkness, he finally took Roman to escape.
However, everything that happened that night was indeed not so taken for granted. He touched his chest, as if the pain of being stabbed in the chest by the undead that night could still be experienced at this moment—he was taken away by Freya and her militia. Most of the fatal wounds on his body healed when he was rescued from the red pine forest. He thought it was an extra effect of his unyielding talent.
But now it seems that it was Otales who really saved his life.
He looked at each other, Otales nodded.
"Thank you," he replied.
"No, little guy," Otales smiled at him slightly: "Sister is the soul of your seal, saving you is equivalent to helping myself, and I don't want to go back to sleep for so long."
Brando's heart jumped when he heard this, then doesn't Otales mean that he will help him whenever he is in danger? Well, thinking about it this way, the previous few dangerous situations seem to be not a problem at all, it's just that the most dangerous time was not yet at that time.
Otales is a knight who follows Saint Osor after the wind. Although Brando used to be active in human areas in the game, he did not know the legendary monarch in the north, but the king of the elves, Dirut, was connected with Flame King Gilt is a famous figure, and followers who want to come to Flame King at least have the strength to enter the pinnacle of the element realm, and the twenty-four knights after the wind will not go there.
An NPC with at least level 80 was accompanying him to protect, Brando felt a dark refreshment even thinking about it. He remembered that there was a mission in Amber Sword to escort a wizard instructor of the Star and Moon Towers to investigate a forest that was twisted by magic. In that mission, in fact, low-level players cooperated with high-level NPCs and were taken by NPCs. It feels that he still remembers still fresh, that was the only time he enjoyed the pleasure of crushing a copy of the same level.
With his own calculations in his heart, Brando couldn't help taking a peek at Otales.
Unexpectedly, this look was taken upright by the other party, and the elf woman saw through his thoughts. She closed her eyes and said solemnly: "But despite this, the Soul of the Seal has been deprived of its power. Except for the inheritance of swordsmanship and some secret techniques, the sister itself has no power. Don't expect too much, little Guy—"
"what?"
Brando's little abacus was dismantled, and his face was flushed with embarrassment. But at the same time, he secretly cried out that it was a pity in his heart.
Otales continued: "In the final analysis, the soul of the seal represents only the power of inheritance. In fact, there are a total of four rings that have fallen into the human world. Your grandfather can get it because we owe one of your ancestors. Favor."
"Senior?"
Otales kept silent about this question.
It’s not embarrassing to touch the gray-nose Brando this time. He used to bump into a wall at the NPC in the game once or twice, especially with the existence of this kind of legend. Their tone is strict. Necessary conditions, you don't want to simmer something useful in their mouths.
But Brando at least knew that it seemed that his grandfather had indeed concealed something from him and Brando's father. This is very similar to his guess-not only was his grandfather from a noble family, but his identity was not simple.
But he didn't follow up.
Because a row of text appeared on his retina at this time, prompting him to choose a reward, he wasted too much time communicating with Otales—the atmosphere in the arena has begun to change, and the host left it to the challenger. There is not much time to prepare. If he doesn't make a decision quickly, maybe the other party will have the next challenge.
He saw that at this moment, Medissa had come to him again, and it seemed that the silver elf girl thought he had to take on the next challenge. The surroundings were also quiet, Kuran seemed to be thinking about something, and the teenagers looked hopeful.