Why did the lord rebel

Chapter 159 Correct usage of elves

Under the instigation of everyone, Wei Erfu, like a particularly petite ostrich, walked to the iron-wooden door with her neck curled up.

Then, she looked back at the Shuangfengling scum who were full of expectations behind her, and asked aggrievedly:

"I... what should I do?"

Xia Houyan, Master Laurie and Messi looked at each other with helplessness written all over their faces.

The ancient elves have always attached great importance to bloodlines and inheritance, and they definitely don't want non-my races with different hearts to easily have access to their own strategic reserves;

Therefore, after Messi woke up the dreamer, Xia Houyan had suddenly realized that to open this immovable treasure house door, I am afraid that Vilf would have to step in——

In fact, the lord brought this elf slave on this trip, originally to deal with the possible blood verification, but before in Stardew Valley, Vilf showed her power and "persuaded" Cristiano to surrender, coupled with a bullshit After the farce and fierce battle, they almost forgot the real role of this good-for-nothing girl in the team.

However, no matter how you calculate it, this elf treasure house embedded in the Dragon Bone Peak mountain has experienced wind and rain for thousands of years on the mainland, and its existence itself has been completely buried in the corner of history, and no one knows about it. .

Even though Xia Houyan and Messi vaguely guessed that the way to open the treasure house must be related to Vilf's elven blood, but when it comes to what method should be used to open the vault door, these young people of the new era are at a loss:

According to the modern technological development of the empire, a sufficiently skilled magic blacksmith can fully play on a secret door of "bloodline verification", not to mention the master elf craftsman who had a deep research on bloodline issues thousands of years ago : I am afraid that only the original maker of this door knows what the necessary procedures are for opening and unlocking the door.

——In other words, even though Vilf is a descendant of elves at this time, she can only open the door through trial and error and luck.

"Why don't you try touching this door panel?" Master Laurie suggested: testing blood through direct physical contact is undoubtedly the most common magic mechanism.

"Wilf, can you read a paragraph of Elven language towards the door?" The lord also actively offered advice and suggestions.

"Or put some elven blood on it and try!" Chris, who had no feelings of pity, scared Wei Erfu until his little face turned pale.

"Try to do a striptease at the door!" Messi, who made this shameless proposal, was immediately glared at by the ladies and secretly raised his thumbs by the men.

Seeing that everyone couldn't come up with any effective suggestions, Wei Erfu could only take one step at a time.

Biting her lip lightly, she was cruel, stretched out a finger, and pressed it against the iron-wooden door.

Fortunately, the lord has already used flames to remove the condensed frost on the door panel, otherwise the thousand-year-old ice on the Dragon Bone Peak would be enough to stick a layer of tender flesh off this delicate elf girl;
However, after being touched by Welf, the gloomy door panel appeared.But still nothing changes.

Master Laurie shook his head regretfully: the direct physical contact of the descendants of the elves does not seem to be the wealth code to open this vault door.

After failing to perform one technique, Vilf rolled her eyes and muttered a passage of elf language to the iron-wooden door, trying to prove to the door that she was a true elf.

The door panel remained unresponsive.

However, Master Laurie and Messi, who were standing not far away, had weird expressions on their faces: the master had learned a little bit of elven language when he was studying, and Messi, who was a collection of resentful spirits in the wasteland, also borrowed the help of the remnants of the land of broken souls. The elf resentment, can understand the meaning of elvish language.

These two guys could hear clearly, Vilf clearly cursed at the door panel in Elvish language, "Your lord, you bastard"...

Master Laurie took a peek at the lord, and found that the other party looked as usual: he skipped the Elvish elective course at the Wizard Academy without any burden in the academy, but he didn't know that as a slave owner, he had already suffered because of the ruthless exploitation of slaves. Got scolded.

The master raised his head, and looked at Messi tacitly: The two rams immediately decided, "You were secretly poked and scolded by your slave", it is best to bury it in the bottom of your heart forever, and don't tell the lord to compare it is good.

"Elvish language is useless?" Xia Houyan frowned.

Wei Erfu nodded to her master innocently, as harmless as a lamb.

Master Lowry and Messi are amazing.

For some ulterior reason, Wei Erfu seemed to be in a very happy mood after reading the elf language; she pondered for a moment, then turned to the female swordsman beside her and said:

"Sister Alice, give me your sword."

Alice hesitated for a moment, turned her head to look at Xia Houyan, and only after obtaining the approval of the lord, she took off the saber "Light of the Sky" from her waist, and handed the sheath to Vilf.

The long sword made of magic metal is still a bit too heavy for the petite elf girl: she clamped the scabbard of "Light of the Sky" between her legs, pulled out a part of the blade with her right hand with some difficulty, and then closed it. With squinting eyes and a painful expression, he moved his left index finger to the blade of the sword.

Under Alice's pursed lips and watching, the sharp edge of the "Light of the Sky" cut a gash on Vilf's finger, and the bright blood red stained her white jade-like fingertips.

The unique floral aroma of elf blood immediately filled everyone's noses: Xia Houyan remembered that there was a legend that ancient elf nobles used the blood of elf slaves to make wine - if the rumor is true, it was only for the aroma in the air at this time , this elf blood wine must be very delicious.

Trembling, Vilf returned the long sword to Alice, and then lightly pressed her bloodstained fingers against the iron-wooden door.

At first, everyone thought that the elf girl's voluntary blood donation was in vain, because the door panel embedded in the mountain wall was still as silent as the serial update of the pigeon writer;
But soon, led by the sharp-eyed Chris Mann, a group of people quickly discovered something strange.

After the blood flowed from Weierf's fingertips, it did not flow down according to the law of gravity, but on the door panel perpendicular to the ground, several criss-cross blood lines flowed out.

Weilf's arm trembled, but her fingers were still tightly pressed against the iron-wooden door.

"I..." The elf girl's expression was a little panicked, "I can't take my hand away! It...it stuck to my hand!"

"It seems to be... sucking your blood..." Master Laurie also had a panicked expression.

The master's judgment was correct: as if attracted by some invisible force, more and more blood gushed out from the opening of Vilf's fingertip, and then flowed on the surface of the wooden board, as if drawing according to a certain method. Mysterious pattern.

As the blood was pulled out of her body, Weierfu's body began to tremble violently, and her face became paler, as if she would faint at any moment.

"Okay!" Xia Houyan couldn't bear it any longer, and took two steps forward, trying to pull Vilfrell away from the door.

Nominally speaking, the elf girl is her own slave, but the lord is not cold-blooded enough to watch a partner who has been with the team for a long time be sucked in by a door.

Before he could take any real action, though, a blinding red light exploded over the door.

Under the outline of the light, everyone suddenly discovered that Vilf's blood had already presented a very elf-like rose flower pattern on the door panel.

A deep elf chant echoed in the air beside the Dragon Bone Peak cliff.

Although due to the age, the voice probably recorded by the ancient elves has long been blurred, but everyone can still feel the eternal glory of an ancient empire from the deep and elegant tone.

Immediately afterwards, the voice stopped abruptly, the light dissipated, and the blood pattern on the door was quickly removed like a video rewinding, and was sucked back into the body by Vilf's fingers.

With a sound of "bang", the door slowly sank into the mountain, revealing the deep space behind, and Weierf, who was no longer bound by the magic of the door, also slumped backwards, collapsing softly into the Lord Lord's arms.

"Are you okay?" Xia Houyan stared down at the elf girl's cheek, and found with relief that her skin had returned to blood color, and it seemed that the short-term blood loss just now was not a serious problem.

Welf looked at the lord with a weary expression, and muttered a somewhat familiar elf language indistinctly.

The senior official Xiahou who couldn't understand Elvish language looked around in a daze.

Master Lowry and Messi were expressionless.

(End of this chapter)