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"Great, really great. It would be great if you could recover." Kelandor was already a little incoherent. Trasil is too important to the elves. Without Trasil There would be no elves.

"I can now perfectly create tool men. The strength of these tool men is not weak. Although they have no souls, they can still be used for daily use. It is time to get some guards for the camp. At the very least, we must ensure the absolute safety of the camp. ." Trasil said excitedly.

Kelandor is also very happy. Now Kelandor no longer thinks that Trasil is not doing his job properly. After a period of research, Kelandor found that the knowledge in the book is too profound and he can only understand it. A trace of fur, but it is these furs that benefit me a lot.

"The professions will wait until the second test is opened, and there will be sub-professions. Sub-professions are still needed. Do you have the memory of the Elf Master here?" Kelandor asked.

"Yes, there are, but the memory of these masters is too huge. With my current ability, I can't get high-level ones at all. At most, they are mid-level professions." Trasil said depressedly.

"Intermediate level?" Kelandor lowered his head and pondered.

"Intermediate level is enough. Players are not very good at the moment. You will probably have recovered a lot when they can learn advanced techniques. Let's release the most basic sub-professional trainers first and let them study them first. Wait. Once you have a high level, consider upgrading." Kelandor agreed.

"Okay, I'll send them an update announcement after they finish their hair," Tracier said.

"Your Highness, are you here? I am an adventurer and a childish magician. I have a task for you." Suddenly there was a knock on the door outside.

Kelandor looked confused. He didn't send the mission. Where did this mission come from? He looked at Trasil, who had a thoughtful look on his face.

Seeing Kelandor looking at him, Trasil explained, "Now I can make the system for issuing tasks run automatically. Players can take it as long as they trigger the task. Of course, the person who issued the task does not know The existence of the mission, I guess it is where this player received the mission about you."

Kelandor nodded slightly, but he was still curious about who could be related to him.

"Isn't the prince here? This is troublesome." The childish magician outside the door couldn't help but become anxious when he saw that no one came to open the door. The task in his hand was probably the main task. If such a task was delayed for a day, he would It's a miserable day.

Just when the childish magician was worried, the door finally opened. Kelandor smiled and said, "Hello warrior, I heard that you have something to ask me for. What is it?"

Seeing Kelandor open the door, the childish magician breathed a sigh of relief, and then quickly handed the letter written by Moros to Kelandor.

"This is a letter written to you by Moros, the deputy commander of the Second Empire's Lava Legion. He said that this letter must be put into your hands." The childish magician said respectfully.

Kelandor took the envelope. Although it was just a letter, Kelandor could still feel the fire energy contained in it. Although this fire energy was not a little bit worse than his own, its purity was But it's even worse.

Opening the envelope, Kelandor read it carefully. It was a letter asking for help. It first praised the power of the elves, then talked about the dangers of the lava element Volan, and finally asked Kelandor to help him. The whole article is well-founded, clear-cut and touching.

"Lava Elemental Volan? How come I haven't heard of it." Kelandor racked his brains and couldn't figure out what this Volan was.

"Maybe he is Granaros' younger brother. After all, Granaros was sealed under the Elf Imperial City in the first place." Trasil reminded.

"Wolan, Wolan, Wolan, I know." Kelandor said suddenly.

"I have never heard of Volan, the lava element, but I have heard of Volan, the lava master." Kelandor said with certainty.

"Lava Master Wolan? Isn't he guarding the northern pass? Is it possible that he is back?" Tracier wondered. He fell asleep too early. He was attacked and fell asleep early in the war.