My magic can merge

Chapter 8
"Everyone stands guard, no elves are allowed to step out of the village without my order!"

"If an elf asks, just say that an elf slipped out of the village in Totai night and disappeared. Do you hear me?"

A group of lost elves looked at each other, and then replied: "I heard."

"Speak up, do you hear me?"

"I heard!!!"

Then, the priest turned around and took two steps, then suddenly turned around and asked, "Where did Totai go?"

A group of lost elves hurriedly replied: "An elf from Totai slipped out of the village and disappeared!"

"very good."

The priest said with satisfaction.

"If you dare to talk nonsense and let me know, you should know the consequences."

After the priest finished speaking, he turned around and went back to the house, closed the door tightly, and lay down on the bed, but he couldn't close his eyes.

Staring closely at the prophecy crystal that was still glowing with green light, he fell into deep thought and memory.

He has lost his youthful vigor, lost his youthful enthusiasm, forgotten his oath under the tree god, and forgotten the long-cherished wish of the lost elves to rule the continent. He was afraid.

He is afraid of death, afraid of losing everything he has now, including but not limited to money, status and female elves.

After seeing the content displayed by the prophecy crystal, he tried his best to avoid this necromancer, even if the guardian would trouble him, he would not care.

At any rate, he also got mixed up with a priest, and the Dharma protector has no right to decide his life or death, as long as he can live, he can do whatever he wants.

As long as you can live.

"Strange, why didn't these bastards catch up?"

Merck grabbed Totai by the collar and lifted him up.

Although he is only a mage, the power attribute that is automatically increased at each level of the eleventh level also gives him a lot of strength.

"Say, does the leading priest know that you are the son of the guardian?"

Totai's face instantly turned extremely gloomy. He originally planned to hide his identity to see if there was a chance to escape, but one sentence pierced through his biggest secret.

"Ah, how could you."

"Necromancers have many means. If you don't want to taste the taste of soul restraint, you'd better tell the truth."

"Master Sacrifice knows my identity."

"Why does an ordinary lair of lost elves have a prophecy crystal? Who gave it to him?"

"It was my father. He exchanged a low-quality prophecy crystal for my merits and qualifications."

"After all, if I stay under the protection of the tree god, I can only live in the shadow of my father for the rest of my life."

"That's even more strange." Merck murmured softly.

A small sacrificial priest dared to offend the majesty of the guardian.

Moreover, although this race is an evil faction, the internal hierarchy of the ethnic group is strict, and the degree of unity is second only to werewolves. They will not easily give up their clansmen, especially those with noble status.

But if you can't figure it out, just don't think about it. After all, even if you figure it out, it is difficult to change anything with Merck's current strength.

It was a waste of time for him to win the wood attribute staff, and the Lost Forest could not come for the time being, so he could only get a staff at random and make do with it first.

As for how to deal with this lost elf, Merck has no specific ideas yet.

But the result is nothing more than three kinds, either kill to gain a little experience value, and then form a deadly enmity with the lost elves.

Although this race is an evil camp, as long as you don't enter the Lost Forest, they don't bother to talk to you.

The second way is to exchange him and the lost elves for supplies. This is also a relatively safe way, but how much and how, Merck has not yet put a price on him.

Because he didn't know how important this son of the Dharma protector was in the Dharma protector's heart.

The third way is to instigate this elf, let him be a nail in the lost elf clan, and continuously deliver information.

The idea is crazy but worth a try.

How to make this cowardly and evil creature obey his orders, how to make him go back "reasonably", how to let him get in touch with information, and how to transmit information are all problems.

But the creatures of the evil camp all have one thing in common, that is, they will submit to the strong who belong to the same evil camp.

Death is the source of all evil, and Merck still has confidence in his obedience.

The most urgent task now is to return to the territory of the Donner family - the town of Noril.

Anyway, I can have a place to stay, and I won't be running around like I am now.

But skeleton warriors are absolutely not allowed to appear in the territory, which will cause panic among the residents of the territory.

And it will also alarm the earl, and I am afraid it will not end well.

According to what he knew in his previous life, this person is a sly man with a smile on his face.

Unless he has grown to a height that no one in the Sarris Empire can underestimate or waits until the empire is destroyed.

But Merck will not sit back and watch this kind of thing happen, he does not want to pin his fate on the werewolf.

……

Noril Town is an ancient town, and even the paths paved with bluestone slabs are so quaint.

The fiery red high-heeled shoes collided with the green-brown stone slabs, and the "dong dong" sound sounded like a piano playing elf-like notes. They laughed and ran, as beautiful as the sunshine dancing on the city wall, dancing Gorgeous waltz.

The town is very prosperous, there is an endless stream of pedestrians coming and going, and there are vendors hawking from time to time.

But now it is a deserted scene, the doors of every house are locked, and there are teams of patrolling guards on the streets.

These guards no longer had their usual hippie smiles, but serious expressions.

The whole body is wrapped in armor, and the right hand holds the hilt inserted in the waist, ready to charge a blow at any time.

The town is surrounded by a moat, and the only suspension bridge connecting the town is closed.

The kerosene and logs stored in the warehouse were moved to the square for easy access at any time.

The densely packed crossbowmen on the city wall defended the surrounding area, and even the gate of the city had a large number of refusal horses.

It seems to have turned the town of Noril into a military fortress.

Lord Nubis is the captain of the town's guard and shoulders the heavy responsibility of guarding the safety of Noril Town.

Seeing two blurred figures appear on the horizon, he shouted: "All alert!"

In an instant, dozens of crossbowmen wound up their crossbow arrows and aimed at the two people in front of them.

Seeing the two figures getting closer, Nubis yelled: "Stop, report your purpose!"

Merck heard the voice and knew the owner of the voice from memory.

"It's me, Uncle Nubis, I'm back!"

Nubisi was stunned for a moment, and then he was overjoyed and said, "Quickly, quickly, open the door and let the young master come in."

The suspension bridge was slowly lowered by the sergeants guarding the city, and it took a quarter of an hour before it was smoothly built on the other end of the moat.

"Honestly, do you hear me?"

Totai nodded nervously.

Then Merck took Totai into the town of Noril, the home of the original owner of his body.

(End of this chapter)