Elven History Song

Returning to the banquet hall, Ling Aohan took his seat and continued to eat. There was almost nothing necessary to listen to during the lunch. Almost all of it was Donghuang asking some more questions and then several candidates answering. Soon this depressing lunch was over. Finished. Donghuang stood up only after Ling Aohan got up. He waved his hand to indicate that the lunch was over. Several candidates returned to the hall. Ling Aohan took this opportunity to temporarily separate from Ya Lian and went to a part of the palace alone. He unfolded a perception barrier next to the warehouse that the person was passing by, trying to find out who was sending people to monitor him and Yalian.

The perception barrier opened, and Ling Aohan obtained the location of everyone. At the same time, Ling Aohan relaxed his hearing so that he could hear sounds coming from anywhere in the palace. Normally, Ling Aohan deliberately suppressed his hearing. After all, having good hearing is not a good thing. At this moment, Ling Aohan could easily capture even the smallest sound anywhere in the palace. To Ling Aohan's surprise, in addition to finding the person who sent people to monitor him, he also obtained a very useful item. intelligence.

At this moment, one of the rooms on the second floor of the palace. In order to facilitate each candidate to participate in the king's election in time, Donghuang has already assigned a room to everyone when they first arrived, and the room on the second floor was assigned to Cavgrot by Donghuang.

At this moment, in Cavgrot's room, she was talking to the previous coachman, the servant she had brought. Her tone sounded very impatient.

"What's going on? Slade hasn't come back to report to me after so long, asking him to monitor why Ling Aohan and that woman are so stained."

The coachman on the side sounded obviously a little wary. He spoke his thoughts carefully, but he was afraid of being scolded by Kraft Grot.

"With all due respect, Master, I'm afraid Slade was killed by that Aohan Ling."

Kraft Grot glared at the coachman angrily, and the coachman immediately bowed humbly and apologized. Kraft Grot wanted to say something, but he only sighed.

"Although I don't want to admit it, I'm afraid that's the truth. You don't have to be so afraid. I won't do anything to you. You can just raise your head."

The coachman thanked him and straightened up. Cavgrot looked a little melancholy while holding his forehead.

"It's a pity that Slade's death was in vain. I didn't expect that guy named Aohan Ling to be so vicious. I just hope that Slade didn't tell me about my concubine."

"No, Slade will not do this. He will never betray the master."

Kraft Grot shook his head. She didn't know that what they said at this moment had been clearly heard by Ling Aohan, and she didn't know that Ling Aohan had already prepared a gift in return for her.

On the other side, in a storage room on the right side of the palace, Ling Aohan accidentally heard the sound of someone communicating in a low voice inside. Out of curiosity, he focused his attention on it, but what he heard was that A rather important piece of information.

A rough and deep man's voice said

"How are the preparations?"

The other man's voice is much sharper than the previous man's. If you don't listen carefully, you may sound like a woman who deliberately doesn't speak well.

"Everything is ready and waiting for them to go there."

"How many magic spells have you prepared this time? There are two tricky people, and it's easy for things to go wrong."

The sharp man snorted disdainfully

"Hey, what, you don't trust me to do things? Or do you think you can make better trap magic than me and don't want to use me?"

The man with a deep voice smiled half-jokingly and half-apologising.

"Don't dare. Who doesn't know that you are the most proficient in trap magic? If it wasn't such a big thing, why would I ask you to take action? Don't hurt the wrong person then."

The sharp man waved his hands impatiently.

"I know, I know. It's your first time to come to me. How can anyone keep nagging like you? You don't look like a man at all."

The conversation ended abruptly here. Ling Aohan suddenly couldn't sense the aura of the man with the sharp voice. He probably used light magic to teleport elsewhere, so he could instantly disappear from Ling Aohan's range of perception. Ling Aohan immediately He expanded the range of the perception barrier to look for traces of the man with the sharp voice, but even if he expanded the range of the perception barrier to nearly half of the Eastern Continent, he could not find the man again. Although he didn't want to admit it, Ling Aohan still came to the conclusion that the man had crossed at least half a continent almost instantly. Among the three kings and five generals, only Ling Aohan and Lin Shuangzhi can achieve such speed. Ling Aohan's extreme speed is not inferior to the speed of light, and Lin Shuangzhi has teleportation magic that can instantly transfer to any place. go. If that person does not use teleportation magic to move away but relies on his own speed, then this person will be quite troublesome, and Ling Aohan must figure out what the magic they are talking about preparing is, and how to prepare it. Where is it?

Since the man with the sharp voice couldn't be found for a while, he had no choice but to go find the man with the deep voice and ask clearly. Thinking of this, Ling Aohan suddenly appeared in the storage room. The man with a deep voice was lying on a small crack in the door, observing the situation outside the door to see if he could get out.

The cold touch made the man tremble all over. He turned his eyes slightly and saw the sword blade across his neck. Ling Aohan's low and threatening voice sounded like an alarm bell, which instantly cheered up the man.

"Tell me, what are you and the other guy planning?"

The man's brain was thinking about how to get out of here as fast as possible, but Ling Aohan would not give him this time. The blade of the sword was gradually pressed down, and the man could feel his neck being cut open bit by bit by the blade. After a while, a warm feeling came from his neck. The man knew that it was the blood that flowed out when his neck was cut open by Ling Aohan's sword blade.

"I...I, I'm just a servant here, I'm not plotting anything."

"Only an idiot would believe your words. You'd better do it now, unless you want to try torture methods you've never experienced before."

Ling Aohan was naturally talking about Gray Yang Labol. As long as he handed over the person to be tortured and just waited to hear the information, it was impossible for anyone to experience the torture of Gray Yang Labol. Ling Aohan once saw He once tortured a prisoner he captured. The scene at that time even gave Ling Aohan a nightmare because of it. Just such a description can make you understand how cruel he is.

The man obviously didn't intend to say anything. Ling Aohan knew that he was still thinking about how to excuse himself. Ling Aohan didn't bother to argue with him. He raised the hilt of his sword and hit him hard on the back of the head. The man groaned and fell to the ground. Ling Aohan took it with him. He returned to the basement level of his home.