That's a fake elf

[Mission: Destroy the Necromancer

Mission difficulty: eight stars

Mission time: three days

Mission content: 100 senior mages in the Shadow Dragon Factory rebelled collectively and turned to the Lich Sandru. Cooperate with [Storm Titan] to destroy them, and you will gain huge rewards.

任务奖励：15000经验，100名炼金魔像，5000法师联盟声望（0/10000陌生）

Mission failed: None]

Looking at the mission that appeared on the system interface, Li Ang breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that what Naia said was true. There was no legend among the one hundred senior mages. Otherwise, this mission would have been at least nine stars.

But even so, he and Gao Lan still needed to find a safe place to rest temporarily, after all, they had just experienced a fierce battle.

Even if his physical strength and mana can be barely sustained by relying on his [Inspiration], the lost energy still needs to be recovered slowly.

After finding a quiet mountain col and clearing out all the undead nearby, everyone was finally free.

Edward was still like a follower, following Naia around and constantly showing his attentiveness.

Relying on his various flirty words, he made Naiya, the evil god's clone, smile.

Although there was some prank, Li Ang could see that Edward really pleased this evil god.

At least in the face of Edward's various attempts to take advantage of others, Naiya not only did not refuse, but instead kept showing off her limits in front of Gao Lan and Li Ang, and had to perform a live reality show for the two of them.

"When do you plan to set off, Miss Naiya, to find your friends?"

As if being stimulated by Naiya and Edward's shamelessness, Gao Lan finally held back his anger and asked this sentence.

"Wait a little longer, night is the home of the undead, and I have no place to hide in their eyes."

Naia was lying in Edward's arms, seemingly unaware of the evil hand on her chest, and her eyes almost dripped with water.

"In that case, how did Miss Naiya escape from being surrounded by the undead?"

Gao Lan, who knew the identity of Naija's evil god's clone, certainly knew that this woman was talking nonsense, and his tone became a little aggressive.

"It seems that Miss Gao Lan doesn't believe me."

Naia took Edward's hand out of her clothes, slowly sat upright, and said with a smile:

"Teleportation is a very convenient magic."

"Although it has high requirements for spell casters, unfortunately I happen to be a little good at it. I have set many marks on this island. It is not a big problem to avoid the pursuit of the undead."

These words made Li Ang's heart tremble.

[Teleportation] This magic is divided into multiple factions. For example, Edward's teleportation is good at short-distance movement.

Although teleportation that requires positioning is cumbersome and consumes a lot of energy, it can mostly carry many people at the same time.

If according to what Naiya said, she has positioned herself everywhere on the island, then it would be an extremely stupid approach to fight guerrillas with the opponent.

Once the other party is given time to prepare, the other party can recruit a large number of helpers to surround him and Gao Lan.

The battle with Naia must be fought quickly.

"Speaking of which, Mr. Li Ang's partner riding the Silver Pegasus seemed to have disappeared as soon as he entered Longwu Island. I wonder where she went?"

Naia asked with a smile.

"She has her own personal affairs and will be back soon."

Li Ang's eyes sparkled, but he did not explain where Linali had gone.

. . . . . . . . .

Longwu Island is very large, with an area almost ten times larger than Yuechao Island.

Even if Linali controls the Silver Pegasus and flies at an astonishing speed, it will still take at least ten days and a half to cover the entire island.

Fortunately, before leaving, Li Ang asked Edward to point out a direction to Linali, so Linali didn't blindly search for it.

However, when Linali began to truly explore the whereabouts of the Siren Banshee, she still ran into trouble.

The diameter of this island reaches 200 kilometers. If she flies at full strength, it will not even take an hour for Linali to fly from one end to the other.

But she's here to meet people, not to race.

Therefore, only every 5 kilometers, Linali would fly to the woods or mountains, and use the wind-breaking blade to make some unique Siren Banshee marks in some conspicuous places.

She believed that as long as she saw this mark, her tribe would soon send members to look for her.

Just when Linali used the lightning chain to kill some ghosts that attacked her, finished marking her, and was about to leave, a familiar voice attracted her attention.

When she looked up, she saw a harpy flying across the sky.

Just as Linali was about to mount Meili and fly into the sky to catch up with her, she suddenly remembered that there was something wrong with her current appearance.

But seeing that the harpy was about to disappear from sight, Linali finally mounted the silver pegasus and followed secretly.

. . . . . . . . .

A dense black forest, dozens of harpies fell into it.

Led by a siren with red eyes and a coquettish appearance, like a fallen angel, they soon flew into an unremarkable cave.

At this time, a Siren Banshee with silver hair, golden eyes, slender ears, and obvious characteristics of a high elf rushed forward eagerly and asked loudly:

"How? Did you find it?"

The harpies looked at each other and shook their heads.

"Is it true? It's okay that we haven't found it, so Lenalee doesn't have to become a lackey of the sea elves like us."

The golden-eyed siren smiled bitterly and lowered her head, with a complicated expression in her eyes.

"Vimona, Linali is one of the few siren banshees in our clan, and she is still your sister. As long as she is still alive, we should not give up on her."

The siren with black hair and red eyes said softly.

"Of course I know what you are saying, but don't you know what our situation is now?"

Vimona looked around for a week and saw that there were only more than 30 siren banshees left, and said with a bitter look on her face:

"Thirty years ago, when my grandmother Akros was still alive, there were thousands of siren clansmen, and countless harpies and mermaids."

"But what about now? The total number of sirens and harpies is less than 500, and the number of harpies is less than [-]. The mermaids have even taken refuge in the sea elves."

"Vimona, this is not your fault. It was Celia who listened to the words of that despicable sea elf Perseus, which led to us becoming what we are now. All the mistakes are on Celia's body. "

Morgana comforted:

"Our top priority now is to preserve our vitality first."

"We can slowly restore the population with the help of the blood of the sea elves, while secretly recalling all the tribesmen who have been lost."

"As long as we accumulate enough strength to attack Haishang Prison, we can rescue those imprisoned clan members."

"Morgana, I know you are right, but we are dancing on the edge of a knife now. This island is full of undead. In just one week, we have lost 30 harpies."

Vimona smiled bitterly and said: "If we continue to stay here, we will soon be exterminated."

Morgana fell silent upon hearing this, with a look of helplessness in her eyes.

The sea elves detained [-]% of their clan members and then put them on Longmist Island to serve as liaison officers and brokers for smuggling dragon eggs.

It would be fine if it was just like this, but the necromancers on the island would capture some harpies for study from time to time.

If it weren't for the extraordinary strength of the siren banshees present, they would have been killed long ago.

But this situation, the discerning people in the clan can see that it will not last long.

The number of creatures on the island is getting smaller and smaller due to the necromancers' crazy efforts to create undead creatures, and soon they will run out of food.

If you don't want to starve to death, you can only hunt farther into the sea.

But once they enjoy freedom, are the tribesmen who left Longwu Island really willing to come back and live this miserable life?

I'm afraid there aren't many.

"who?"

"It's a sea elf!"

"No, there are no Pegasus knights among the sea elves' troops."

"But she looks like a sea elf!"

Just when the siren banshees fell into silence, a noisy sound suddenly came from outside the eagle's nest.

"I'll go take a look." Morgana was eager to escape from this somewhat dull environment and immediately asked Vimona for help.

"Go ahead. If you are a messenger, don't neglect it. All siren banshees use transformation techniques to temporarily transform into sea elves!"

Vimona glanced at the dirty lair and smiled bitterly:

"By the way, let the envoy wait for a while while we clean the lair. After all, sea elves can't stand being dirty."

This sentence made the siren banshees look at each other and lowered their heads with complicated expressions.

Once upon a time, when the ethnic group was strong, they would go to some cities to buy cosmetics and beautiful clothes in order to compete for beauty!

But now, everyone's survival is already a problem, and there is no time to worry about dressing up.

"I'll hold him back while you try your best to... tidy up your appearance!" Morgana smiled bitterly and escaped from the lair.