The Possessed Elf Princess Helped Her to Join the Blood Race

"Old man, where are you going? This direction is really deserted."

In a sparse forest, three people, one in front and two behind, walked slowly.

The old man in front has white hair and is leaning on a black crutch. The thin red lines on it form a rose floating on the surface.

Although his face was old, he showed no sign of slump when he walked, and his body was straight.

The clothes on my body were also clean and smooth, with no stains to be found.

The two people following behind them were Doyle and Warren, who originally wanted to go to Mowa City after exploring the Goblin Cave.

The mercenaries they hired have completed their conditions and left.

The reason why they didn't arrive at Mowa City for a long time was that while they were on their way, they found the old man surrounded by a large group of magical beasts.

The two decisively help each other and repel the herd.

But they didn't wait for a word of thanks.

After being saved, the old man just gave them a smile, and then said inexplicably: "It's an interesting magic, isn't it?"

Then he started to go deeper into the forest.

This behavior confused Doyle.

We have obviously been saved, so why go back?

Doyle also specifically reminded: "Old man, are you going in the wrong direction? This is where there are people and cities."

However, the old man insisted on moving forward and said: "I am not going in the wrong direction. I want to find people. They are here."

"But it's very dangerous for you to be alone. The closer you get to the Yalan Volcano, the more powerful monsters there are. If your relatives are lost, you can go back to Mowa City and hire some people before coming back."

"Why don't you two young people please protect me?"

"This..." Doyle said helplessly, "But with our strength, if we encounter a powerful monster, we really can't protect you."

"It's okay. You can just leave me, an old man, and run away."

Seeing that the old man refused to listen at all, Doyle and Warren had no choice but to follow, picking off the blind monsters along the way.

Until now, a creek in front of him finally blocked the old man's way.

"The burned out fire seems like someone has been here. Judging from the pile of bones... it must be a team of at least 20 people, but there are not many traces of trampling on the grass here."

Warren stepped forward and kicked the pile of bones, his expression serious.

"Besides, this monster is not just being treated as food."

"You are wrong. No one has stayed here. If I had to say it, three people should have stayed here." The old man suddenly said.

"Huh? That means you've been here for a long time."

"Less than a day."

"Less than a day?" Doyle was a little surprised, "But three people can eat so much in one day? It's not like there won't be anything left for other monsters to eat."

Warren also nodded: "Yeah, Warcraft doesn't pile up the eaten bones."

"Hahaha, maybe I made a mistake." The old man just smiled and did not continue to argue.

"Old man, are we waiting here? You don't want to cross the river." Doyle was still afraid that the persistent old man would continue to move forward.

The old man shook his head: "No, just wait here. If you don't mind, can you help me make something to eat?"

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Doyle and Warren were speechless. Could this be the legendary reluctance to rely on one's old age and betray one's old age?

But they didn't refuse, because after walking for so long, they themselves were hungry.

After a while, a new bonfire appeared with several fish on top.

"Old man, is there any use in waiting like this?"

"It's useful, of course it's useful. The people I'm waiting for will come here, but you guys, just go back after grilling the fish."

Doyle had a headache. The old man now gave him the feeling that he didn't feel like he was looking for someone, but more like he was going to the place where he had been together after losing a loved one. He knew that no one would show up again, but he didn't want to believe it.

"Forget it, let's wait with you. Besides, if you want to drive us away, you must at least pay for escorting us all the way." Doyle joked.

But this time he didn't expect that the old man nodded: "Yes, I should give you some reward."

Then he took out a scroll from the space bracelet and threw it casually: "I'm giving this to you. You can activate it when you are in danger."

Doyle took the scroll and asked doubtfully: "What kind of magic is this? No, this is... a scroll of solid magic!"

He opened his mouth wide, first looked at Warren beside him, and found that the other person was also staring at the scroll in his hand, then he looked at the old man and said: "This is really too precious, and you have to wait in the woods, so you should You should be able to use this scroll better."

"Doyle, maybe...he won't need it..." Warren patted Doyle on the shoulder with a complicated expression.

"Oh - you finally realized it. I thought you two were idiots." The old man said casually.

"No need?" Doyle wondered.

"Yeah? It's not needed," Warren nodded, "You made this scroll yourself, right? You are a magician, right?"

"Mage?"

Φ(゜▽゜*)?

"That's right, that's right. He's a very powerful magician. Go back with the scroll quickly. However, you must use that scroll with caution. Don't use it if you can run away from danger."

"Is this true? Old man, you didn't say that deliberately to trick us into leaving here, right?" Doyle still didn't believe it.

But the next moment, there was a boom, and a large amount of water splashed up, but it perfectly avoided the grilled fish and the fire.

"I'm sorry, I believed it. Thank you, senior, for giving me the treasure." Doyle smiled awkwardly. It was obvious that this old man didn't need their protection at all. It was because he was being sentimental and even asked for payment.

He saw very clearly just now that the old man just activated martial arts and waved his crutch gently, and a wave of transparent air widened the creek several times.

It's just a pity that many of the fish inside suffered unforeseen disasters.

"That's pretty much it. Let's go back." The old man said.

"Senior, this fish hasn't been seasoned yet."

"It's not necessary. It doesn't make much difference to me whether I let it go or not."

"Okay, goodbye, senior." Doyle pulled Warren and ran away without hesitation.

The old man shook his head, picked up the grilled fish, and took a bite.

First he frowned, then swallowed, and then continued to eat the whole fish with an expressionless expression.

Just when he was about to pick up the second fish, he paused and looked up at the sky.

Two white-gold streams of light flew from the direction of the Yalan volcano and stopped in the air not far away.

One is a young girl with clear and bright eyes and silver hair that reaches her waist and is scattered behind her.

One also had an old face and white hair.

What is different from ordinary people is that they all have a pair of flawless white wings on their backs.

Only one race in the Jade God Realm possesses this conspicuous feature, and they call themselves the Angel Race.