When Jianxiu came to the Western Fantasy Continent

After leaving the Red Sea, San and Hong Ming traveled all over the southeast region for five full months, looking for news about the Tree of Doom.However, in the Eastern Continent, except for the coastal areas, human beings are the rulers of this land. They are keen to turn all history into legends that can be boasted, and cover up the truth with songs and chants.For this short-lived race, 5 years is a long time, enough to erase all traces of the tree of doom and the green dragon.

According to a certain mercenary leader, the green dragon died 300 years ago, and the tree of doom was left in the dragon cave. At that time, his grandfather had seen the true face of the gem tree.In the reply letter from the Thieves Guild, the deaths of the twelve former owners of the Tree of Doom were described in detail, and several tree-of-doom enchanted items made by the masters were attached, and the price of the reward was clearly marked.In the sung by the bard, the green dragon and a black-robed Dafa had a fierce confrontation, and the tree of doom was destroyed in the battle.More are nonsensical rumors like "it came here, did something and then left, my so-and-so has seen it with their own eyes...".Perhaps traces of the truth can be found in the library of a nobleman or a mage, but such a place will never be open to them.

Sitting by the big tree, San wrapped his black cloak tightly.It was already noon, and even with the shade of the tree canopy, it was too bright here. The enchanted cloak on his body only added an invisibility magic, and it was useless against sunlight.Almost huddling himself into a ball, San nestled in the shadows, squinting at the man beside him.

Half a year is enough for this outsider to learn to do as the Romans do.Today's Hong Ming is also wearing a cloak, and the wide brim of the hood blocks most people's sight.After discovering his indifference to his appearance, Sarn couldn't help guessing that beauty might not be a pleasant thing for him.

Since leaving the island, the relationship between them has quietly changed.It is no longer like a business-like master and slave, nor is it like a traveling companion traveling with a partner.The once rigid conversation became natural, and their communication was no longer limited to the common sense of Oren's world or the fairy artifact Hong Ming wanted to find, but became like friends.Yep, almost like friends.

This is actually not easy.Sann had no friends. For him, conversation was just a language trap, a sentinel to understand the heart of others.He's not used to letting his guard down and opening up, and he's not interested in turning his back on others.But Hong Ming shattered this barrier in a way he never thought of.Completely different from his own curiosity about him, Saen gradually noticed a strange sense of trust from Hong Ming, which was different from the casual indifference brought about by the blood contract or the observation of the soul before, but it was genuine. and emotional trust.He believes that he will not hurt him, and he is willing to ask himself to help him guard when he is practicing.When he realized this, Sarn was a little surprised and confused. He didn't know what made Hong Ming have such trust, but I have to say that this feeling is very good. In his long years, nothing but vigilance and hatred Except for fear and fear, any emotion seems strange and novel.He... is not annoying.

In the past six months, their travels in the Eastern Continent have been quite pleasant. They have not encountered any danger, except for the fact that the task of finding the green dragon has not made any progress (actually, this is not a bad thing, is it?), and their life is almost impeccable.Now, however, it is no longer suitable to stay here.

"Do you still want to stay here?" Sarn suddenly asked, "We have gained nothing in the past six months. As a powerful magical creation, it is impossible for the dragon to completely escape the tracking of the mage. Maybe the green dragon has already left. plain."

"Prophecy spells are ineffective against me and other fairy magic weapons. If the tree of doom is really a seven-treasure glazed branch, the green dragon who stole it will definitely be able to get rid of the mage's tracking. I can't find its clues here. Isn't it in other places? Harder."

"However, the situation on the plain has changed a bit recently, and the Eastern Continent is not suitable to stay any longer." San replied, he had long noticed that Hong Ming's reaction to the political situation was extremely slow, to the point of turning a blind eye.

Now on the Matimon Plain, the hunt for rebellious mages has begun, the empire and the Holy See are also about to move, and the cloud of war is quietly hanging over.Recently, the entire Eastern Continent has been put on alert, and mages are the race that needs to be highly vigilant. A beautiful black-robed mage with a dark elf, such a combination is too eye-catching no matter where it is. It's not very smart to stay in the Eastern Continent for dangerous people who hook up with gray robes.

After pondering for a moment, Hong Ming asked, "Are you just looking for records about dragons? The gray-robed mage once said that after the catastrophe, the dragon fell into a deep sleep. If this is true, the dragons known to the world for thousands of years must not be too many."

"It's not much. In fact, it can be counted with one hand. Do you want to inquire about this aspect? But what dragons like most are those barren mountains and mountains, so remote that no one knows about them. Who can know their legends?" Tsk." Saen clicked his tongue suddenly, as if remembering something that made his teeth sore, "Not to mention, there is really a kind of person who might know..."

Meeting Hong Ming's searching gaze, San sighed. If possible, he really didn't want to find "that kind of person" at all.

That evening, the two arrived at the largest city within a hundred miles. Standing in a grove beside the city, they looked at the city gate. Just like other cities on the Eastern Continent, martial law had begun here. Two teams of brightly armored soldiers Standing at the gate of the city, vigilantly interrogating the passers-by, refusing or expelling those dangerous elements, it may not be long before the gate will be closed.

"Do you want to go to the city?" Hong Ming asked, they have almost chosen to go out at night in the past six months, if they want to go to the city, it may be too early.

"Of course not. Just wait, it won't be long before we get the person we want."

Hong Ming glanced at Saen with some doubts, and turned his gaze back to the city gate, "Do you know who we are looking for?"

"To be precise, I know what kind of person we are looking for." Sarn replied with a somewhat complicated expression.

They didn't have to wait long.

After about half an hour, a thin and short figure was dragged by the soldiers and thrown out of the city.It looks like a boy, only about 3 feet tall, his hair is tied up high, jumping and jumping with his movements, it is a very energetic ginger color, and the emerald green clothes are more vivid and eye-catching.He yelled at the soldiers angrily, sorted out the packs he was carrying (there were actually more than ten), picked up his cane and walked into the distance.

Hong Ming frowned slightly, and he glanced at Sarn uncertainly, "That's... a halfling?"

"It's a Kender." Sann took off the hood on his head and walked over.

Welby still feels very angry until now. It's really kind of unrewarded. He just helped the vicious soldier pick up the wallet. Why did he drive him away?It's getting dark now, and he still wants to taste the most famous ale in the city. There is a special introduction to that store in his uncle's travel brochure, but his uncle must have forgotten to remember the soldiers guarding the city in the Eastern Continent. They are too irritable, this is the third time he has been refused to enter the city, the third time! !

While thinking about it, a pair of shoes suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. Welby looked up in surprise, but he didn't hear the footsteps at all.I saw a man standing in front of him, with skin as dark as ebony, but not too tall (at least shorter than a human!), with pointed ears, and an elf face.He grew his mouth...

"Dark elf!!" Welby yelled, but contrary to other races, there was no fear in this cry, but a bit of surprise and joy, "Are you really a dark elf? God, I just Saw it in Grandpa's Uncle's notes! He hasn't been back since he left for the Underdark."

The Kenders rushed up, looking as if they wanted to shake hands with him. The corner of Sarn's mouth twitched a little. If there was any species on the entire continent that he hated the most, the Kenders would definitely rank first.

At this moment, Hong Ming came over from behind, looked at the Kender with a happy expression in front of him, and then at Saen who was expressionless beside him, a slight smile appeared on the corners of his lips.In the past six months, he has seen too many human beings who have been scared out of their wits by the dark elves, and the rest are either hatred or hatred. This is the first time he has seen such a scene.

Seeing another black-robed mage coming, this time Welby stretched out his right hand to Hongming without hesitation, "Hi, I'm Welby Struken, I just arrived in the Matimon Plain, who Are dark elves your friends? Wow, that's amazing!"

Hong Ming was a little confused about the little hand that the Kender offered, so he turned his head and glanced at San.No one has ever dared to shake hands with a dark elf. Of course, Sann had never taught Hong Ming this kind of etiquette, and he is not interested in making up for it now.Welby didn't take it seriously. With his height, he could just see Hong Ming's true face through the hood, and another admiration overflowed from his mouth.

"What a pretty person! Are you an elf too? It doesn't look like much."

Hong Ming is not very interested in people who praise his appearance, but this little Kande has no offense in his words, a rare innocence, Hong Ming took off the hood on his head, slightly With a smile, "I am not an elf, this dark elf is my friend..."

Saen grabbed the little hand that wanted to touch the pattern on Hong Ming's coat, and smiled wryly at Hong Ming, "This is the 'kind of person' we are looking for."