Elf Story from Another World

Chapter 145

Leviathan slowly opened his eyes, and the wooden roof came into view.

Then he sat up suddenly and groped around his body.

He should have died, but now he didn't even have a wound on his body.

"If you wake up, there are clothes and food nearby." A familiar voice sounded next to him. Leviathan turned his head and looked in surprise. The old man had changed into a believer's robe and was sitting beside him. He seemed to be holding a scripture in his hand. Reading through it slowly: "We won't stay here long, we will leave soon."

"This is me." Leviathan looked at himself again, a little dazed.

He had never heard of such an ability. There was not a single scratch on his body. Elf Bai Jiu's body was like jade. Originally, the jade had been corrupted and full of cracks, but now it has been completely repaired. Well, not even a trace.

"There is a potion called the Fountain of Life. I have a little left, so I'll feed it to you." The old man shrugged: "But that's the last bit. If you ruin your body like this next time, you really won't be able to save it." It will come."

Leviathan was stunned. The Fountain of Life had been proven to be a made-up thing, something that was actually impossible to appear. After all, it is too much to say that one drop can bring the dead back to life. There is no such thing in this world.

But he couldn't help but not believe it. He still remembered what his body was like at that time. Every activity under that situation could be said to be a miracle, but now he couldn't feel any discomfort at all. It was like the wounds on his body, even the fatigue were wiped away.

"What the hell are you?"

"Tyrion, just call me this name." The old man said word by word: "And I am a human being, not a thing."

"Oh, you're not a thing." Leviathan said casually, unaware of the deep meaning in his words: "Why did you save me?"

"I want to get some information." Tyrion looked at him. Only then did Leviathan realize that his pupils were light green. Before he could continue to observe, he closed his eyes subconsciously and raised his hand to chop at himself. neck.

At this time, a layer of air flow appeared on his palm. At this time, his hand was faster than a knife and he could easily cut off his head.

"You just woke up, did you feel like you were seeking death?" The old man's speed was too fast to be human: "This is not making you crazy."

The corners of Leviathan's mouth were slowly bleeding. He had already guessed that he would not let himself die so easily, so he used the knife as a guise, but actually bit off his tongue.

This guy of unknown origin is far stronger than him, but Leviathan knows very well that he can't tell him anything. Intelligence is a magical thing, and just one sentence can change the situation of the war.

There are many ways for him to get the words he needs, so Leviathan knows that he will never be alive. As long as he is alive, his mouth will be pried open in various ways. He doesn't know that he can get the words he needs. How long can you survive using words to extract confessions? The mouth of the dead is the harshest, so he wants to turn himself into a dead man.

However, Leviathan found that the pain that should have been there disappeared for some reason without leaving any trace. He moved his tongue slightly, only to find that it became intact as before.

He opened his mouth and stuck out half of his tongue, which was the part he had just bitten off. Now his tongue was as if it had always been there, no different from before.

"Can you please listen to my question?" There was a trace of anger in the old man's voice: "You are an elf. Don't you all say that the elf is a noble race? Is there anyone who corrupts his body like you? You have to think about yourself even if you don't think about yourself. I miss your relatives and friends who love you."

"No need to worry, those people are all dead now." Leviathan spat out the remaining half of blood in his mouth and looked at him with cold eyes: "The news you want to get even if you save me, no Would you mind telling me what it is?”

"Because you may be the only one in the world who knows." Tyrion sighed: "You said that all your relatives and friends are dead."

"Why do you feel so relieved?" Leviathan said mockingly: "No.