Elf Story from Another World

Chapter 11

Ouyue swallowed and nodded slightly: "I understand."

His voice was weak, and after he finished speaking, he lowered his head and his expression could not be seen.

Lowenstein suddenly couldn't bear it. After all, he shouldn't know this at this age. Maybe he said it a little too early.

It suddenly became quiet, and the faint blue candlelight hit their faces, but there was no shadow on the wall. The whole room was so bright that it was chilling, because there was no shadow to be found on anything.

Ouyue picked up the apple. He was really hungry now.

He hadn't eaten for three days in a row, so he felt like he had no strength at all.

Lowenstein looked at him, and then sighed: "I'm going on a long trip in a few days, and I'll be back in a few months."

Ou Yue stopped and looked up at Lowenstein in front of her.

"So I will give you a simple task in the past two days. You can read the book yourself and consolidate the basic knowledge first." Lowenstein thought for a while and said: "This way, when I come back, you can start directly from the spell stage. .”

"Am I alone?" Ouyue said softly, subconsciously hugging her legs, and a trace of worry flashed across her face.

Lowenstein was stunned. He didn't expect the child to react like this.

"Shkaluo should let someone else supervise you. Besides, there is an elemental elf in our family. You can also go find him. Maybe you can make a friend or something." Lowenstein thought for a while and said.

"Where are you going?" Ou Yue asked while eating an apple.

"Sadra's Great Tomb, the territory of the undead." Lowenstein crossed his arms in front of his chest: "The undead usually have a pretty good relationship with the elves, and I have a good relationship with one of them. I heard that the undead have a good relationship with the elves. He just gave birth to a daughter, and I went to celebrate it for him."

"What are the undead?" Ou Yue swallowed, a little frightened.

"Most of them are zombies and skeletons without intelligence. Only a few of those things have intelligence, so they are relied on to lead the bunch of walking dead. The rest are higher species such as resentful souls and vampires." Lowenstein I gave him popular science and said: "Vampires and elves have the same ancestor, so they are relatively friendly to us."

"Ha" Ouyue was stunned: "What are our ancestors?"

"You have to know that elves were pure elemental bodies at the beginning, but that kind of thing was too fragile. So over a long period of time, it slowly evolved its own body." Lowenstein pinched his arm: "We belong to high elves, which means elves with entities and intelligence. Vampires are a branch. At that time, there was a misbehaving elf who used various materials to piece together an entity, which is the prototype of today's vampire."

"Why are you looking for them?" Ouyue was a little confused.

We can't just recognize our ancestors with them. We should be thankful that they don't eat us. Auri thought silently and sighed: "I will study hard."

"So good." Loewenstein touched his forehead, and the black patterns on it leaked out when his hand lifted up his hair. The coquettish lines twisted and curved, entangled on Ouyue's forehead, ferocious and sinister. And gorgeous.

"I want to discuss dark magic with them. They are experts in this field. I get good results every time I communicate." Lowenstein was stunned, as if he suddenly remembered something.

He knocked himself on the head, as if surprised at his folly.

Then he pinched his chin: "Oyue, are you interested in going with me?"

Ouyue was stunned: "What are you going to do there?"

"Learn dark magic." Lowenstein nodded slightly: "That's it. I'll apply to them later, and I'll take you to the undead for further training. And the dark elements there are particularly abundant. You study Get up and get twice the result with half the effort.”

"Okay." Ouyue nodded: "I want to see it too."

Lowenstein stood up immediately: "Then I'll go and tell my nephew, do you have anything to pack?"

"I have nothing now." Ouyue shook her head: "I have nothing to bring."

"Oh, that's right." Lowenstein thought for a moment, then walked under the table, took out a box, and handed it to Oyue: "Let's make a living first."

Ouzuki took the box and opened it and found a short sword.

"What are you doing with this?" Ou Yue was a little dumbfounded.

"For self-defense, I will teach you how to use it when the time comes." Lowenstein lifted his cloak and put a short sword on his waist: "Hang it here."

Ouyue swallowed and opened the scabbard. It was a slender sword with patterns carved on it with curved lines. Although the edge of the knife is slightly damaged, it is extremely sharp and you will feel like you have been cut just by looking at it.

"This is a sword I used before. It was quite handy, but I didn't want to use it anymore after I got a better one." Lowenstein pointed to the pattern on it: "The handwriting of the dwarf, the pattern engraved on it It’s an arcane spell called Gathering Spirits, and its effect is almost like wrapping a protective layer of elements around it.”

"Is he used to kill people?" Ouyue's face turned pale.

He couldn't hold it anymore and wanted to throw this thing on the ground right now.

"Otherwise," Lowenstein said helplessly, "It's okay, just get used to it."

Ou Yue could only nod her head and put the sword back into its scabbard.

Lowenstein pinched his chin, then suddenly thought of something and snapped his fingers.

"Oh, by the way, you should hurry up and take a bath." Lowenstein touched his head: "Just get up and take a simple bath. I will find you some nicer clothes later. Dress up. Be more energetic."

In the night sky outside, countless stars hang in the sky, and the bright moon gives the world a soft light.

Shkaluo stood next to the Elf King for another day today, and argued with several members of the Rovira family for another day. Now it can be said that my whole body is tired and uncomfortable.

So that night, he was almost as tired as mud. Shkaluo, who was about to fall asleep, had just laid down on the bed when there was a knock on the door.

Shkaluo wailed, climbed up with difficulty, and went to open the door. Lowenstein was standing outside the door wrapped in a gray robe.

Shkaluo looked at his uncle and felt a thump in his heart.

When Lowenstein opened his mouth he said:

"I'm going on a long trip and I'll be back in a few years."

Before Loewenstein could finish speaking, Schkalo knelt down with a pop and hugged his legs. Tears burst out from his eyes: "You can't do this. Didn't you agree to help teach Ouyue?" He is also a member of Strath, have you forgotten that our ancestors taught us to keep our promises?"

Lowenstein watched his nephew cry with snot and tears, and suddenly he didn't know what to say.

So he had to sigh: "You"

Before he could pronounce the following words, Shkaluo hurriedly said: "Ouyue is still young and a little ignorant. I'm really sorry that some things have offended you. I just left him next to his brother. Pull me over, it’s normal not to cooperate.”

Lowenstein looked at his nephew's mouth opening and closing, and the corners of his mouth were twitching.

This guy has noticed since he was a magician in elementary school that his chanting speed is faster than others. At that time, because he didn't realize that he was a chatterbox, he was encouraged to have this habit of talking fast.

Now that I think about it, it's really not a good thing. His favorite thing when he grew up was chanting. The tongues in his mouth always made people feel like they would be mixed together. Plus, he was used to chanting spells, so his voice was still the same. Getting smaller and smaller, just like a small insect flying next to the ear

Lowenstein felt that he couldn't bear the annoyance anymore, so he curled his fingers and pointed at his forehead.

"It hurts." Shkaluo bit his tongue in shock and covered his mouth in pain.

The annoying sound in the air finally stopped, and Lowenstein let out a long breath.

He knelt down, looked at his nephew and said, "I'm going to take Oyue with me this time."

Shkaluo was stunned. He endured the pain on his tongue and said, "Seriously."

He thought it was the little guy Ouyue who made his uncle angry by causing trouble, so he had to run away from home for a while.

This made him anxious, and the sleepiness that had just arisen suddenly disappeared.

"Those guys among the undead are better than us in terms of black magic alone." Lowenstein thought for a moment and said, "I think it might be more appropriate to let them teach Ou Yue."

"That's a good relationship." Shkaluo nodded: "Are you leaving soon?"

"I'll leave after I finish telling you." Lowenstein put on his robe and hat: "I'll explain it to the old guy at home."

"Don't worry, be safe on the road." Shkaluo nodded.

Lowenstein was about to get up and leave, but as soon as he stepped out, Schkalo grabbed him by the corner of his clothes.

"What's wrong?" Lowenstein asked helplessly.

"Be careful of humans," Shkalow said softly.

Lowenstein was stunned: "What?"

"If you want to go to the undead, it means you will reach the edge of the elves." Shkaluo leaned into his ear and said, as if he was afraid that the wall had ears: "That place is very close to the human race."

"No problem, I've walked this stretch of road many times." Lowenstein frowned: "Isn't this a time of peace?"

"Strictly speaking, it's the early stage of the war." Shkaluo took two steps to close the door, and then closed the curtains: "You usually don't attend family meetings, so you don't know some things."

He bent down, took out a box from under the bed, and placed it on the bed: "Since we are going to be away for a few years, then it is not a waste of time."

Lowenstein nodded, then came over and sat on the edge of the bed.

Shkaluo opened the box. Inside were several white crystals and several sketches.

"What is this?" Lowenstein was stunned.

"Things sent back by our companions on the human side." Schkalo took out a few sketches, flipped through a few, found one and handed it to Lowenstein.

It was a piece of paper similar to a design drawing, with a pair of armor drawn on it.

"You know the mark on the left chest." Shkaluo pointed to a mark on the armor.

"This is the emblem of the church." Lowenstein scratched his head: "What do you want to say?"

"The human church will not be equipped with heavy-armor troops, and this piece is undoubtedly a heavy armor." Shkaluo swallowed: "The production process of heavy armor is complicated and troublesome. If you still consider enchanting It will make the overall difficulty soar a lot. Moreover, he didn’t just find one piece.”

He took out another sketch. After Lowenstein saw it, his pupils shrank.

It was a warehouse, and there were several rows of equipment racks inside, all of which were covered with thick armored stomachs.

"This is a list of transactions between humans and the dwarves in the past thirty years." Shkaluo pulled out a list, which was densely filled with words.

"Don't show me this kind of thing, I can't understand it." Lowenstein said very upset: "What on earth do you want to express?"

"In the past thirty years or not, in the past hundred years, the human race has ordered more and more weapons and equipment from the dwarves." Shkaluo took a deep breath: "They definitely didn't buy these things to let them gather dust."

"You said they thought too much about starting a war. Didn't the gods strictly prohibit this?" Lowenstein raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"No, there are no gods in the world." Shkaluo shook his head.

"What did you say"

"That peace was just because all the races were on the verge of annihilation due to war. The reason why the final war between the six races ended was not God. It was just that one of the parties regretted it and took a step back. They stood there all day, but no one came up first." Schkalo said softly:

"So it was settled in the end, but the war that had accumulated almost the entire clan's strength just stopped. There needs to be an explanation."

"So you just brought up something that doesn't exist like gods?" Lowenstein understood. He pinched his chin: "So, the situation outside is very chaotic now?"

"You also know that in recent decades, the elves have also been expanding their armaments." Shkaluo nodded: "So you have to hide the fact that Ouyue is an elemental elf this time, because once this kind of thing develops, it will be a huge threat. Things. There’s no guarantee that we won’t be attacked by them.”

"But we spend almost all our time among the undead." Lowenstein shrugged: "They should not be crazy enough to attack that kind of place."

"That's why I dare to let you go." Shkaluo sighed helplessly: "You must take good care of Aoyue. As long as he can grow up, our family will have an overwhelming advantage. Waiting for this elf If Mr. Wang dies, we can sit in that position.”

"I'm really sorry that I'm not interested in what you are pursuing." Lowenstein stood up: "But I will do my best to protect Ou Yue."

He raised his right hand: "Swear to the will of our ancestors."

"Bon voyage." Shkaluo waved his hand: "The ancestors will bless you. May he grant you glory."