After bidding farewell to Tie Lao Er, Roy, who had put on his prison armor again and made up as Leo, was walking slowly on the quiet street, holding the living treasure.
The undead unicorn leaned its head affectionately on Roy's arm.
Ever since they obtained the pendant of the undead unicorn, Roy and Huobao have experienced many battles together. Especially during the days when they moved to the fjord, one person, one horse, and Oliver were inseparable.
But now, Oliver followed Maler to Bandez, and only Roy and Huobao were left walking quietly on the familiar streets of Munich.
"We'll go find them after we resolve the matter with the second master and the others," Roy patted Huobao's head and said with a smile, "Oliver will be very happy to see you. That guy is so mean that he won't be touched by you for a day.
He kicked it twice and it felt uncomfortable all over."
Huobao snorted and shook his head.
Roy rubbed its mane and turned to look around. It was still raining in the sky. However, the rain was blocked by Roy's outward energy.
Walking down the streets of Huhou Slope, you can have a panoramic view of the city of Munich in the rainy night.
The majestic city walls that stand tall in the rain, the buildings that can be traced back to the human Renaissance and the most prosperous Roman Dynasty after the final battle, and the windows of thousands of households that shine with warm light, everything is so...
Beautiful, so charming, so peaceful.
Roy was thinking as he walked.
Not many people know about his identity as a lone wolf. The only ones who have seen his true face and know his identity are Tracy from the Golden Skull Auction House and Ling Xuan from the Mission Hall.
Even Avery, Soger and the secret camp instructors at the college don't know that they are lone wolves.
Both Tracy and Lingxuan have received help from him.
He helped Tracy complete the magic wand pattern task of Aristotle, the God of Law, and also helped Ling Xuan drive away the task hall supervisor who targeted her, so that both Tracy and Ling Xuan were promoted respectively. Now one is a gold medal
One of the elders of the Skeleton Auction House is the fifth-level supervisor of the Munich City Mission Hall.
Although food is in short supply now, they should be able to raise part of it.
However, when raising food for himself, he not only considers the Iron Ministry. There are also several other dwarf tribes. Moreover, he also needs to plan for Bandez in advance. Now he doesn't know the situation of Malya'er in Bandez. Think about it.
, that side is located in the north of the empire, close to the Pompeii Empire and the Land of Chaos, so food should be tighter.
"Boy, thank you."
The voice of the ax spirit came from my mind.
The next second, the transparent figure of Ax Spirit appeared in front of Roy.
Roy couldn't help but smile bitterly and asked: "What the hell, you are just deliberately leading me into the pit step by step, right?"
No wonder Roy thinks this way. You must know that before this, he had never heard the Ax Spirit say anything about the Thunderer. He even didn't know his name and identity until now. Just now he asked himself to use the name of the Thunderer.
Their identity is trustworthy to Tie Laoer and the others, but if you think about it carefully, isn't a set of Flowing Fire Ax Techniques enough?
This old dwarf doesn't have any good intentions.
As if he knew what Roy was thinking, Ax Spirit shook his head and said, "I'm not lying. You are really the thunder bearer of our dwarves."
"Oh?" Roy opened his mouth wide and looked at Ax Spirit up and down. He thought to himself: "When did dwarves lie so smoothly? Could it be that if Ax Spirit dies and becomes a weapon spirit, he is no longer a dwarf?"
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At this moment, the bow spirit and sword spirit appeared next to Roy.
Bow Spirit smiled and said: "The Ax Spirit did not lie to you. In fact, from the day you were selected by the ruling, you were not only the thunder bearer of the dwarves, but also the son of the Holy Spirit of our elves."
Roy felt that one was bigger than the other and shouted: "Wait a minute. What is the Son of the Holy Spirit?"
"The Son of the Holy Spirit is the Holy Son of my Elf clan. His status in the clan is similar to that of the Thunder Bearer of the Dwarf clan." Gong Ling's eyes flashed, he covered his mouth and smiled, "However, there are some differences."
From Gong Ling's tone, Roy sensed something was wrong.
"Let's talk about it first," he said with a suspicious look on his face: "You won't tell me that you also need food and bear the responsibility of saving the elves, right?"
"So smart." Gong Ling praised.
Roy had a black line on his head and gritted his teeth and asked: "What about the different ones?"
Bow Ling chuckled and said: "The difference is that in addition to you, the Holy Son, our elves also have a Saint. And the descendants of the Saint and the Saint will be the future Queen of the Elves."
Roy was stunned. Just when he thought Gong Ling was joking with him and was about to talk nonsense, suddenly, his expression changed.
He turned his head. In the rain curtain, an arrow shot through the air.
This is a pure white arrow. Although it is only an arrow, the threat this arrow poses to Roy is even more terrifying than the full blow of the Black Demon Snake.
Not only was it fast as lightning, but its trajectory was erratic. It was clearly heading straight for him, but Roy felt that his whole body and the space within tens of meters around him had been locked by it.
It is both as light as a feather and as thick as a mountain.
When it flew through the sky, it was so light that there was no sound. There was no tearing sound of air, no whistling sound. Even the heavy rain in the sky was kept far away, and it was allowed to pass through silently.
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But its power is so terrifying.
It was like a meteor flying from the sky. Roy had no doubt that once he was hit by it, not only himself, but also the houses around him and even half of the street would be turned into ashes in an instant.
"Marksman!"
Roy felt his hair stand on end. He jumped into the air with a flick of his feet. He took a small step in the clouds and appeared dozens of meters away with just a flash.
However, with such a small distance, Roy didn't think he could escape the danger.
Almost at the same time that he completed the Cloud Step, he kicked off his feet, performed two floating steps and then a light wind step, and he had already jumped high to the roof of a three-story building.
Roy took out the Judgment Bow with his backhand and put on a defensive posture.
However, to his surprise, that terrifying arrow did not have the subsequent changes he had imagined, nor did it even have the power he had felt before.
Only a soft pop was heard as the arrow fell to the ground.
The arrow was inserted into the hard ground stones, like tofu. The slender arrow shaft and white tail feathers were trembling rapidly in the heavy rain.
Roy was stunned and looked in the direction where the arrow was shot.
The rain curtain, which was originally as smooth as a bead curtain, became chaotic at this moment. A dozen tall and slender figures appeared in front of them, lining up the wind and rain.
Elf?!
Roy frowned.
The leader was a middle-aged female elf wearing a white robe and holding a staff. Behind her were more than a dozen elf guards. There were men and women, all of them tall and handsome, and their movements were like steps.
He was as light and agile as an elk, and his expression carried the inherent pride of an elf.
Roy's eyes moved, and immediately, his attention was inexplicably attracted by an elf girl walking next to a middle-aged female elf.
When he saw the elf girl's face clearly, Roy's pupils dilated instantly and he almost jumped up.
This elf girl looks exactly like Mai Yaer!
If she hadn't been wearing a white magic-patterned tight-fitting battle armor that Malt did not have, if she hadn't been holding a simple cyan longbow that Malt didn't have in her hand, if it hadn't been for the fluctuations of fighting energy in her body that were far beyond those she had never been careful in her cultivation.
Malt, Roy really almost admitted the wrong person.
She looks so much like Mai Yaer. Whether it is her eyes, nose or mouth, they are almost exactly the same.
The only difference may be the temperament.
Compared to Mai Yaer's charm, this elf girl gives people a pure and holy feeling. She is like a white and flawless flower blooming in this rainy night.
As soon as he saw the long bow in her hand, Roy knew that she had shot the arrow just now.
In the blink of an eye, the elves were already in front of Roy.
The middle-aged female elf dressed as an elder and the slim elf girl flashed to the roof where Roy was and stood there. The other elves were scattered around.
Roy looked at the elf elder quietly. Although the other party had just shot an arrow at him, he did not notice the other party's hostility. Based on his understanding of the elves, they are not the kind of race that takes human lives indiscriminately.
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"Sure enough, it's a leap in the clouds." The elf elder stared at Roy closely with a pair of beautiful eyes, the light flashing in his eyes showing both surprise and joy.
Upon hearing this, Roy suddenly understood.
No wonder the arrow just now seemed so powerful, but when it came to the end, it ended in an anticlimax and had no offensive power. It turned out that the opponent was trying to force out his own footwork.
The lunge in the clouds is the secret footwork of the elves that Roy learned from the bow spirit, and has long been lost. Obviously, these elves saw his footwork from somewhere, and they just took action as a test.
Roy couldn't help but look at the calm elf girl, his eyes turned on the cyan long bow in her hand, then he shrugged his shoulders and said to the elf elder: "Actually, Master Butterfly, if you want to see Arrow Step in the Cloud, follow me
Just say it, there is no need to scare people like this."
Butterfly Master is the name given to the elven elders among the elves.
In Roy's words, this word was said in the purest Elvish language. For a moment, the elves all widened their eyes and looked at the human young man in surprise.
"Who are you?" The elf girl couldn't help but ask.
Roy glanced at the bow spirit beside him.
Ever since the elves appeared, Bow Spirit's eyes had never left them. Unlike the Ax Spirit, who cared deeply but was dismissive on the surface, Bow Spirit made no secret of his concern for his people. In his eyes, even
There were faint tears flashing, showing that he was emotionally excited and unable to restrain himself.
Seeing Roy's gaze, Gong Ling sent a message: "Tell them that you are the son of the Holy Spirit of the elves."
"Are you sure you want me to say this?" Roy was speechless.
"Nonsense!" Gong Ling said angrily, "Hurry up! What, do you only care about the dwarves and don't want to care about us elves?"
Looking at Gong Ling's eyebrows that were gradually rising up, Ax Ling looked up at the sky and turned away with a look that had nothing to do with me. Sword Ling winked at Roy repeatedly, indicating that he should be more understanding.
"Okay, you can do whatever you want," Roy sighed and said to the elves, "About my identity... uh... tell me, I'm afraid you won't believe it."
"Say." The elf elder said with a smile, his eyes soft.
"I am..." Roy took a deep breath, and then said in the expectant eyes of the elves, "The son of the Holy Spirit of the elves."
As soon as these words were spoken, the elves' eyes suddenly turned to astonishment.
The face of the beautiful elf girl standing next to the elder turned red, and she said angrily: "Let go..." It seemed that she had never cursed such inelegant swear words since she was a child, even in anger, she
After all, he didn’t say the last word. He just stamped his feet and said anxiously, “Asshole, you are talking nonsense!”
Before she finished speaking, the green long bow in her hand flashed with light, and an arrow had already been shot at Roy.