Transcendent Noble

Aiglo Graybeard is a strong dwarf, with muscular arms, a stubby stature like a barrel, a big eye-catching nose, a gray beard that falls to his chest, and He has a hot temper and a loud voice that is indistinguishable from other dwarves. At least in the eyes of elves and halflings, dwarves look the same. Of course, the dwarves can't distinguish the appearance of the elves, nor can they distinguish the difference between halflings.

Unless, they are very familiar with each other.

"haha, moonlight is on, the magical Aeglo Greybeard Prophet will find a safe path for everyone from the fragrant smoke today." The dwarf prophet looked at his family and took out the ceremony supplies and placed them. Under the canopy, he couldn't help laughing smugly, looking very excited.

The green-haired, blue-eyed, and handsome Wind Travel archer Olavie Moonsong touched the messy head of the Dwarf Prophet, and said seriously: "Greybeard, in fact, you are better at ironing... …You took us into the stable last time for divination. Fortunately, I ran fast so I didn’t get kicked into the dung pile by the centaur. It took me a lot of effort to pull you out of the horse dung."

"Uh, Olavi, I’ll tell you a secret."

"What’s the secret?"

"Your beautiful mother has a bastard son named Olavi !"

Here, Aeglow and his good friends are arguing and playing with each other. The dwarf warrior over there has finished the preparations for the ceremony. Udrit, the dwarf dragon hunter, grabbed Aeglo's arm and yelled: "Greybeard, it's your turn to perform, take a good divination... I don't want to do nothing, and ran back to Silver Eagle City sullenly."

"Look at me!"

Aiglo rubbed his thick palms with excitement, pushed away the dwarf compatriots, walked under the canopy, and lit them with a fire knife. The coreless metal oil lamps are black, silver and red. Unknown grease burns in the oil lamp, showing a light blue flame. The dwarf placed three metal oil lamps into a triangle, sat in the middle, picked up the long pipe beside him, and added amber essential oil, fragrant leaves, dry powder of human face spiders, dusty falcon feathers, and other materials to it, and then up ahead The red oil lamp flame burned the pipe, holding the cigarette holder and breathing deeply, until his chest and abdomen bulged, and smoke gushed from his nose, ears, and corners of his mouth. Soon the thick and sturdy body of the dwarf prophet was obscured by thick smoke.

Aiglo uses the Breathing Technique of the dwarf prophet, trying to swallow the smoke into the body before expelling it. Gradually, his mouth, nose, ears, and even his pores swallowed smoke in a unique rhythm. Only a pair of dark red eyes became brighter in the smoke. He seemed to fuse together with the smoke and became a strange creature. Full of mysterious feeling.

Silver Eagle City scout team remained quiet and watched carefully. The cold wind blew the long hair of the elf warrior and the beard of the dwarf guard, but could not blow the smoke that enveloped the dwarf prophet.

Aiglo Greybeard seems to have divorced from reality, and entered another unknown world with the smoke that surrounds the whole body.

On an ancient tree more than 20 kilometers away, Victor uses his rival innate talent to monitor the actions of the Dwarf Prophet. In the hidden state of life, there is no emotion in his heart, just silent observation.

I don’t know how long it took, the smoke around Aeglow was taken away by the wind in the woods. His dark red and bright eyes blinked, and they became dim in an instant. He stood swayingly. Yelled: "I saw it!"

Iluth, who was waiting next to him, jumped over, held on to the weak dwarf, and eagerly asked: "Quickly, what do you see, Qian Don’t miss it!"

"The gray moon... the grave... Nightingale took a plank, or the coffin cover?" Aiglo, who was dizzy, skipped this detail without recalling it clearly. Continue to say: "Tree species... tunnels full of black mud and ants...underground river...a lake where the sun shines."

"Greybeard, don't sleep, take the spiritual sense to not completely dissipate, interpret Divination." Olavie Yuege bent over, grabbed the dwarf's beard with one hand, and cracked his face with the other.

"He needs Dragon Flame wine now!" A dwarf guard squeezed the tree elves away, took out the exquisitely crafted fine gold flask from his arms and placed it under Aeglo's nose.

The groggy Aeglow finally opened his eyes, snatched the wine bottle with the alluring fragrance, and began to slurp and drink. The dwarf guard turned his head and faced Olavie Moonsong angrily roared: "Rabbit, this is what you owe me! Remember, there will be interest!"

The third rank Wind Travel shooter is just this He found that his companions were all stepping back at the moment, becoming a punching bag for the dwarf guard, and said unconvincedly: "Why don't you find Graybeard and return your Dragon Flame wine."

"Nonsense, he owes 23 The bottle of Dragon Flame wine has not been returned!"

"That's not too much. Let him pay it off after two months of ironing."

"He still has two barrels of wine. Interest."

".….."

Aiglo drank the whole pot of wine, regained some energy, and slapped his lips and said: "I'm almost a little too addicted...I To interpret divination, the gray moon represents the danger of death; the high tower tomb represents collective death; the nightingale grabs the coffin board to represent salvation; the tree species represents the fulfillment of the wish; the tunnel full of black mud and ants represents escape; the underground river represents the turn of life; the sun shines The lake represents success."

As soon as the words were finished, the gray-bearded dwarf fell straight to the ground, and there was a deafening snoring from his throat.

Dragon Hunter Udrit greeted several dwarven guards to carry the unconscious Aeglow onto a goatskin sleeping bag, turned his head and said to Illuth: "Master Moonsong, Aeglo, this The divination must be accurate this time. He has seen the'Nightingale'... Let's go find that Rogue, right?"

Angris Fengge didn't wait for Irus to respond, and said first: "Don't forget that he divination to'Gray Moon' and'Grave' first, even if I don't understand the interpretation of divination, I also know that'Gray Moon' and'Grave' mean the danger of annihilation of the whole army."

"If there is no Mr. Nightingale, we definitely have no chance of surviving, but Mr. Nightingale brings hope, right?" Udrit said gruffly, "You know, my brothers and I can't just go back empty-handed. Poor Massa was seriously ill, and the blessing of the Moon Tree could not save her. Her Royal Highness said that only the blessing of Sun Tree can save Massa’s life... Sun Tree can only hold a blessing ceremony every 36 years. There are 4 years left before the next sun blessing. This is Massa’s only chance. So General Moonsong called me, and my brother and I are here. Anyway, we have to give it a try."

Iruth Yuesong stood in front of the dragon hunter and said forcefully: "Now it is up to me to decide."

After looking at the war dancer for two seconds, the stubborn dwarf moved away. Gaze, nodded and said: "Yes, you are the Captain who makes the decision."

Irusi laughed proudly and said: "Mr. Nightingale is the immediate danger. We have to talk to him."

"My sister, Mr. Nightingale does not allow us to take in the'Tears of Freya'. Even if we act with him, we will not be able to achieve the goal." Anglis reminded.

"This is what we are going to talk about." Elusy turned her head and explained: "You see the power and ears of the Nightingale. The blessing of the moon tree may not be effective for him, the blessing of the Sun Tree It will definitely restore the bloodline power of the moon elf. If his goal is to restore the bloodline power, then there is no contradiction between us."

Angris pondered what the sister said, her eyes gradually brightened . Nightingale is a very powerful Elf Race Rogue. Even if he takes away "Freya's Tears", it doesn't matter. The Silver Eagle scouts will make outstanding contributions as long as they bring him back to the empire. Your Majesty will allow them to participate in Sun Tree's blessing ceremony. .

"Where is that bastard Qiqi? Send someone to find him. When Greybeard wakes up, we will go to see Mr. Nightingale." Yiluth Yuege ordered.

The reaction of the Silver Eagle scout was in Victor's expectation. He used himself as a bait, and the other party had no reason to turn a blind eye.

This battle involves the level of mythological creatures. According to Father Miller's standards, Victor in the away game can't be too careful. Especially when the information is vague, the Lord of Grief and perhaps the Queen of Ant-Man are hiding in the dark, so Victor can't easily expose his existence.

It is the best way Victor can think of to cover himself with scouts from the Spirit Emperor kingdom.

Imerson communicated with the Lord of Grief and also pretended to be a special envoy of the Spirit Emperor Kingdom. He and Pastor Dane act together, and the Lord of Grief should focus on them. It stands to reason that the team commanded by Charlotte is in the most dangerous situation because of the attention of the resurrected Ancient God. In fact, on the contrary, if the Lord of Grief cannot detect the Nelson squad and the Elf Scouts following, it means that his ability is just like that. Victor believes that the power of Miller’s arrangement is enough for him to endure, the Holy Crystal and Caligula. It's not a display.

The team commanded by Nelson is the weakest, but Mei Wen, who is wearing the blue dragon bloodline, can borrow the power of Stormrage Sword Saint at any time. Through Mei Wen, Victor can use his enemies, Stormrage Realm, Howling Wind, and Wind Giant's Grip at a super long distance. The effectiveness of these extraordinary battle skills will be weakened, but they can also cope with most unexpected situations.

The most important thing is that Victor did not set goals for the two teams that must be achieved. They aimed to explore the ruins, avoided danger with the intuition of the fierce warrior, and were able to carry out fully autonomous maneuvers.

The elf scouts are different. They have a clear goal and come to capture "Freya's Tears". If the Lord of Grief can detect this third team, you can imagine how powerful it is. Therefore, the elf scout squad in Victor's hiding is the bait in the most dangerous situation.

The divination ceremony of the dwarf prophet brought an extra surprise to Victor. Although it is currently unclear whether the divination interpretation of the dwarf prophet is accurate, the whole process of ceremony seems to be very difficult to deal with. In particular, the dwarf prophet mentioned "a tunnel full of black mud and ants", which reminded Victor of Ant-Man. This is basically consistent with some of his knowledge, which shows that the divination of the dwarf prophet has something to learn from. Therefore, Victor also quietly wrote down the two divination contents of "underground river" and "lake".

Victor relieved his old enemy innate talent and cast his sharp eyes to the far east. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and a meaningful smile was outlined. He leaped over an old tree more than 20 meters high and quickly ran to the west. Of the expeditionary army camp.

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Two days later, Illuth’s scout team appeared on the Randal expedition Near the abandoned army camp, they cautiously observed from a distance and saw five rough but strong bark wood houses standing on the snowy ground. All around were big tree stumps after felling and some unused logs.

Although the conditions in such a wood house camp are simple, it is much more comfortable than elf scouts sleeping in the wild. On the way, they followed the expedition of alien races, and they have found more than a dozen abandoned camps of this type. It's just that Yiluth. Moon Song never allowed his subordinates to use the abandoned camps, and forest animals and orcs dared to approach these. Unmanned camp. That's because the dung of many large ferocious beasts remained near the camp.

This time, they also found the excrement of ferocious beasts on the periphery of the camp without exception. However, the terrifying aura haunting Yiluth Moonsong's heart has disappeared. She knew that the powerful giant dragon family no longer marked the territory, and the alien Demi-God powerhouse acquiesced to them to enter this abandoned camp.

Iruth Yuege felt the kindness conveyed by the alien Demi-God more than once, and she wondered whether the Demi-God was conveying kindness to herself or to the mysterious nightingale .

Or, are they in a group?

Iruth suppressed the doubt in her heart and decided to see what was in the camp first.

The elf scouts went to different wood house buildings to check the internal environment. Elula led the tree spirit Angelis and the dwarf dragon hunter Udrit to the largest wood house. As soon as they approached, they smelled a strange smell, like amber essential oil mixed with some herbs.

After pushing open the wooden door, simple wooden tables and chairs came into view, but Yiluth stared at a wooden barrel in the corner of the living room. The strange smell came from inside.

She stopped in place and told her companion in sign language that there was movement in the room inside, but don't take drastic actions. Then, she leaned on the hilt of the arc-shaped sword and walked to the barrel, looked at the probe, and found that it was half a barrel of silver white liquid.

The state of this liquid is very viscous, with a metallic texture. She picked up the stick next to the barrel and tried to stir it, and the silver white liquid was stuck to the end of the stick, like a layer of mithril.

Iruth thought for a while, holding the wooden stick stained with silver potion, walked to the room on the side of the living room. The dim and nearly black light could not hinder the elf's extraordinary vision. A giant bird with its wings cut off was dying on the big round table. It was nailed to it by two lances. If it weren't for the faint pale flames still beating in the eye sockets, it would be no different from a corpse.

"Semi-demonic undead eagle-tailed vulture!" Angelis Fengge whispered cry out in surprise: "Those alien races also encountered this kind of monster?"

"... …They may have found a way to deal with this undead monster."

Irus looked thoughtful and raised the wooden stick in her hand, looked at the part infested by the potion, and stabbed the half-dead black blood monster. bird.

The blunt-headed wooden stick is like a sharp blade, easily pierced into the body of the black-blooded bird. The pierced part shook, the black blood disappeared quickly, and the silver-white brilliance spread all around along the wound. The full muscles wilt and dry at a speed visible to naked eye. The pale flame in the black blood monster bird's eye socket suddenly soared, and then went out completely.

This time, the undead creature that is not critical has really become a corpse, and the eye sockets of the once burning flames show gray and dead eyes.

"This is left to us by the alien expedition?" The dwarf dragon hunter finally couldn't help asking loudly.

"With this kind of magical potion, we will be able to use our bows and arrows when we meet the undead," the tree spirit Wind Travel archer said joyfully.

"It's for you." A pleasant voice came down the stairs in the room, and Mr. Nightingale, who was as beautiful as the moonlight, appeared in the eyes of the elves and dwarves.

Angris and Yudrian both touched their foreheads with their left hands, and extended to the mysterious Rogue, the etiquette that big elves deserve.

Iluth Yuege felt a sense of powerlessness in her heart. She was already cautious enough, but she still failed to discover the existence of Nightingale in advance. With this level of lurking skills, the alien Demi-God and his Dragon Clan family members may not be able to detect the Nightingale.

If they are not a group, the potion in the barrel is indeed the alien Demi-God deliberately left us...what is the purpose of his doing this...in Luth. Moon Song's mind Turning all kinds of thoughts, his movements did not slow down to salute the black-eyed Nightingale. He raised his head and asked: "Master Nightingale, we are here."

The smile on Nightingale’s face dazzled the elf. He said coldly: "Should I admire your courage or laugh at your recklessness? If you go further, are you ready to embrace death?"

One step, over the two assistants, looking at Nightingale on the stairs, raised her voice and asked: "Master Nightingale, can we turn back now?"

"Of course." Nodded, Nightingale said flatly: "This is the demarcation point. You turn around here, and I will never stop you. If you cross this demarcation point, you have to be my helpers. I don't allow you to sneak behind me."

" As a fellow clan, you need our help." Yiluth looked straight into Nightingale's dark eyes and said seriously.

"Don't take yourself too importantly. I rarely have companions who walk shoulder to shoulder." Nightingale's tone was a little low and silent, and then she said, "I admit that you are useful to me, the same I’m more useful to you, isn’t it?"

The war dancer general nodded agreed and said: "May I ask you a few questions, Mr. Nightingale."

"You have asked a lot...I also have many questions to ask you." Nightingale's tone is humble but confident and arrogant, and said generously: "You can ask first."

Eluth asked without hesitation: "Mr. Nightingale, how did you know that Elf Race’s sacred relic "Tears of Freya" was in front of you?"

The white and neat teeth are so striking in the dimly lit room.

"...This is really a good question."