Did the tavern owner cook Chinese food today?

Wilmer frowned and poured white wine on the wound on his body.The previous fighting left many wounds on his body, and his face was also bruised.

There was something at his feet.

The thing raised its head slightly, and pulled out the movement of the chain.Wilmer squinted, and their eyes met.

"You are also an elf." The other party said hoarsely.

Wilmer didn't answer, he looked at the man in the corner with an iron chain around his neck and his hands and feet bound by his dark magic - he also had blond hair, but it was darker and straight as soft satin.

The other party's eyes were very blue, exactly the same as Andrea's mentor.The only difference is that he doesn't have pointed ears.

"Half-race?" the prisoner continued to ask.

"Your mouth needs to be blocked." Wilmer took the dirty cloth that had just wiped off the blood and dirt, and planned to stuff it directly into the opponent's mouth.

The man coughed and laughed without resisting, and continued, "You don't seem to know me?" Seeing that Wilmer's reaction was unusual, he grinned.

"Ah... You really don't know me. Or, you know, but you haven't seen me."

Wilmer has indeed known his identity, from the circumstances of Bobby's death, and the name that Bobby clearly identified afterwards: Truman Nathan.

"I've investigated you, kid. You were sold as a slave in Svia King City, and later picked up by Bobby's apprentice..." Truman said to himself.

Wilmer didn't answer, he didn't gag because he still had to use cloth.If it wasn't necessary to leave the person to Hawley to see, he would have pierced Truman's heart with a sword, so as not to make noise in his ears now.

He can't summon other people to enter the door. You know, even if Truman is captured, he is still a high-level magician.

At present, only he can subdue it. Once someone else enters the door, there is no guarantee that they will not be attacked and the situation will get out of control.

"How did the dark elf hybrid become an undead? I'm quite curious. The flower wall failed to tear your flesh and blood, and only a skeleton appeared, which was unexpected."

The "flower wall" refers to the huge, stinking net.Wilmer frowned, thinking that when he was wrapped in, he was covered with green pus... He secretly sniffed his nose.

After cleaning, he always felt that he could still smell it faintly.I'm going to see Holly later, he doesn't want to bear the bad smell.

If it was because of this that Holly couldn't get a kiss——Wilmer's face was paralyzed, and he was determined to stab Truman again.

"Strictly speaking, you are now a race of undead, and you should stay in the dark cave, not on the ground. I don't ask about your background, because no matter what you say, you keep silent, and I guess it is—abandoned, or abandoned. force?"

Truman saw a wave in Wilmer's eyes.

He smiled sullenly: "That's true...then we are too similar."

The latter didn't even bother to pay attention.

"I also wandered in the world and was abandoned by my biological father... He is a nobleman of the elves, and the family does not tolerate the contamination of mixed-blood 'hybrids' whose blood is not pure enough. I only learned about these after I grew up in a human relief institution. As for my biological mother, I Guessing that she is long gone, the blood of the elves must drain the poor mother."

Truman's face was covered with mud and grass, and his eyes drifted to a certain corner with memories.His tone was flat, as if he was telling someone else's story.

"The elves accuse human beings of eating the famously inferior meat and drinking the cunning spring water. They don't know that they are the real hypocritical race. They have high self-esteem and are conceited. If it weren't for appearance, I would rather call myself a human being."

"You don't have to deny it, Wilmer, the blood is still flowing in your body. The dark elves are almost the same as the light elves."

His eyes slowly fell to the red-eyed young man, with a vicious smile on his face; the natural compassion and softness of his facial features disappeared at this moment, and his sharpness and harshness reached another extreme.

"Intermediate skill, I learned all the way by stealing, and established the 'Fuzhuguo' trade union back then. Did Bobby tell you? Huh? Heh... You must have heard the 'story' from him long ago. , involved the dark camp, and finally became notorious...

"Can you just be content with the status quo, Wilmer?"

With a "wow", the iron chain rioted, and was severely stopped by the black mist in the next second.Truman rushed towards Wilmer with his upper body, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot; he grinned his lips and shouted hoarsely.

Like a python with its mouth open, you can see his fangs and throat.

Truman tilted his head: "When the status quo does not match your goals and capabilities, will you be willing to bow your head?"

"Let me go, I can take you directly into the dark camp. The power in the future will be far better than the mediocre life now. Don't waste your ability, you are a high-level magician, a top person, the son of God's favor , the stick of power is within reach..."

"Just reach out and give it a light shake."

Truman hissed out the snake letter, and he stared at Wilmer's expression.

After a long time, he shouted nervously: "It really is!"

"Hahaha, you are a domesticated dog! Wilmer, your wildness has long been wiped out by that boy Hawley. I am so sorry for you. Look...he smashed your canine teeth, All I have before me is a poor, faithful dog."

Wilmer kicked Truman's face very hard.He was expressionless, staring at him from top to bottom, with the sole of his boot stepping on the opponent's neck.

Truman was face down, nosebleeds streaming to the ground.He couldn't lift his head, but he didn't struggle.After a while, as expected, the strength around the neck disappeared.

Coughing, I don't know if it was blood in his throat or nose, when Truman looked up again, the provocative look just disappeared, and he returned to his usual gentleness and kindness, with pity in his eyes.

This is a more ironic way.

Wilmer didn't make a sound when he sprayed manure as he wanted before.Move your feet now, just because Truman mentioned Hawley.

"I'm desperately climbing up, as long as I have power and status, no matter what position or faction, because I know that I will never be a dog at the mercy of others." Truman said hoarsely.

"What's the difference between you and a dog now?" Wilmer glanced at the chain.

"My body is chained, and your soul is chained."

"Oh?" Wilmer sneered, "You think your soul is completely free?"

"Climbing up, in order to realize my selfish desire..."

"I just want power and status, what's wrong?!"

"You are not wrong, but you are still arrogant and conceited. It may be caused by the blood in your body." Wilmer said coldly.

"Disregarding life, hypocrisy and kindness, your sincerity is only delivered to yourself. Truman, don't you think it's funny to criticize the elves with the look you hate the most?"

"That's blood at work!" Truman snapped back.

"Yes, yes. Blame everything on the bloodline, and leave yourself completely. You are so desperately clinging to the powerful, you want to reach the top—"

"Are you proving something?" Wilmer asked in a very soft voice.

Truman glared at him manically like a beast with spikes embedded in its soles.

Wilmer sarcastically said, "What do you want to prove? Your biological father...nobility...status...blood...the reflection on the water surface is exactly what you detest and despise the most."

"I can't believe you haven't."

"I can suppress them."

Wilmer rarely showed any other emotion.He looked at Truman and wondered: If he hadn't met Hawley, would he have become a real monster with a weak heart, or a curmudgeon, a cynic?

"I also don't believe that you have never had even the slightest bit of kindness."

It is people like them who are good at absorbing the malice of others; at the same time, it is easier to store goodwill in their hearts.

Truman was stunned for a moment, and then laughed wantonly: "You don't want to say something like influence, do you? Am I wrong about you, or are you really so naive, thinking that life is poetry?"

"Only those who abandon goodness can gain status! Don't you understand, God's balance will never be balanced against us!"

"At least I now know that it was you who abandoned your kindness on your own initiative." Wilmer said indifferently.

After saying this, Wilmer saw that there was something else in Truman's eyes: the mood changed quickly, and eventually turned into resentment and resentment, wishing to tear him apart.

The more this is the case, the more it shows that Wilmer has hit his sore spot.

The black mist expanded rapidly and was severely suppressing Truman, who was about to riot.

"Squeak-"

The door was gently pushed open, and Wilmer didn't have to turn his head. He could hear footsteps, and Holly was behind him.

"The dog owner is here? Hehe... Had a great time talking to your dog, Holly. Considering a different owner? Like me."

Truman's face was bloodied, and the ends of his blond hair swept the ground.When he said this, his expression was gentle, like coaxing a child, or a conversation between close friends.

Hawley stopped at the door, staring at Truman.

Truman was really puzzled.Although he had never met Holly, his subordinates had reported in detail the appearance of Bobby's apprentice: black hair, green eyes, a human with a face of a foreign race.

It's good that he can recognize each other, but...why does this young man look at him like he is looking at a familiar...enemy?

Yes, Truman read the fury in Hawley's unabashed expression.

The young man stood in place, looking through him, as if he was reminiscing about some past events; and as if merging his memory, showing anger to himself.

Holly even had blue veins popping out of his forehead, and Wilmer was very nervous about him.

Hawley took a few deep breaths, tilted his head slightly, his gaze was fixed on Truman, and he couldn't tear it apart.He asked tremblingly, "Are you seriously injured?"

His lips turned to Wilmer, who replied blankly, "No."

Nodding, Holly's jaw twitched, as if trying to restrain himself.

Unexpectedly, Truman said at this moment: "Have you seen me?" His tone was joking.

Wilmer heard a heavy breath.

"You helped Bobby a lot, and you took his life back." Truman told him, "You ruined me twice, but I am optimistic about your ability. Unfortunately, we are not on the same side."

"Do you want to consider joining with Wilmer...haha!"

In the last nonsense, Wilmer was sure that Hawley would not be biased. He was just puzzled by Hawley's violent reaction.Perhaps, it has something to do with what he said before, the thing that cannot be easily blurted out.

Hawley ignored it deliberately, or didn't listen at all, and his eyes caught Truman's hand wrapped in black mist.

The arms hung high at the sides of the body, like a pair of spread wings.The tips of the wings are dark in color.

"Can you open his sleeve for me?" he said to Wilmer.

Wilmer immediately used the black mist to lift Truman's sleeve, and this pull caused a sudden change in the expressions of the two of them.

——The black part extends all the way to the big arm, and it can't be pulled down, but it seems to be endless.

Wilmer simply took off Truman's shirt: Compared with the two completely black arms, the inside is much cleaner.Two ink-like lines splashed from above the shoulders, meeting at the mouth of the heart.

"This is the secret under your gloves..." Holly murmured.

Truman glanced at him: "You know a lot, too."

"It has been eroded by black magic to such an extent that it is no different from a dead log." Wilmer whispered.He suddenly remembered the situation during the battle and the unusual smell he smelled.

"You made a vow with black magic, which contains magical abilities; with your talent, you can't actually reach a high level." He said bluntly.

"Hmph, but I've done it now." Truman snorted lightly.

"He won't last tonight," Wilmer whispered to Hawley.

Holly was silent.In fact, he had learned a lot about black magic in his previous life.Only now...he felt lost.

And a mood that cannot be described.

The five flavors are mixed, and the emotions cannot be picked out alone.Chaos is mixed with hatred, and hatred is mixed with loss.Knowing that a person is about to die, there is a slight joy spreading.

There was bitterness in the back of his tongue.

"Your flesh and blood can no longer support plants." Hawley opened his lips, "Black magic has polluted your blood."

"So what?" Truman chuckled. He suddenly turned around, raised his head, and looked at Holly.

Holly's figure was reflected in the blue eyes.In a very gentle tone, he said, "Guess what I would do if Bobby fell into my hands?"

Without waiting for Holly to answer, he directly added: "I will treat him well with the death penalty. My smooth journey does not allow a grain of sand! I remember that you joined the Knights of Light not long ago, right? That would be great—"

"I had already planned to use you to blackmail Bobby; his apprentice, his adopted son... told him to take the initiative to drink the potion of black magic, so that I could blame the dark camp."

Holly drew his sword and drew his sword. He was about to break the hilt of the sword, and he couldn't stop shaking, his mouth was white.

With Truman's words, he became more and more furious.

"The potion will kill him instantly, and I'll have him dumped at home to fake a murder. The body will rot slowly, in the summer heat."

Exactly...exactly!Holly tried his best to maintain the current posture with his eyes tearing open.He can't move, can't...

After confronting each other for nearly a while, Truman sighed heavily when he saw that the other party did not come forward.

Sure enough, Wilmer, who was watching from the sidelines, thought.Almost at the same moment, he and Truman moved together.

Wilmer pulled Holly behind him, and Truman shouted loudly, violently!

In an instant, the house was torn apart, and the wall and wood chips were splashed!

Green and black covered the entire area, and there was a bare land nearby, but flowers and plants broke through the ground at this moment.A towering giant tree rose from the ground, and its leaves gave birth to consciousness, stabbing violently towards the black mist.

The black mist is like a soft wall, and all the leaves are absorbed into the wall, but they can no longer penetrate the slightest depth.

The strong wind blows the flowers and plants all over the place, and it lasts for dozens of seconds.

Suddenly, the wind stopped.

Half of the black mist dissipated, and the leaves fell to the ground like raindrops.Holly took half a step forward, looking up at the scene ahead.

The sky is covered by the lush branches and leaves, and the light can hardly penetrate it, like an umbrella covering the sky, and the trunk as thick as an ancient tree is its umbrella handle.

"Tick-tick-tick-"

The yellow-green pus slid down the branches, like morning dew, but extremely viscous, stretched into filaments, and fed directly into the mouths of flowers and plants at the bottom of the tree.

Look carefully, there is a streak of blood red mixed in the pus.

The flowers and plants in the distance withered in an instant, and the wilting surrounding trees survived, licking the liquid—to be precise, the blood in it.

The core of the trunk seems to be hollow, and it bulges and shrinks, like a pipe, sucking the contents of the core vigorously.

Moving up, a branch opens up to them, revealing what's inside.

That is a head.The blond hair twines around the branches, spreading around like the radiance of a scorching sun.Truman's head is connected to the trunk, and his body is hidden in the heart of the tree.

His face was very clear, and his eyes locked on Holly's position.

He seemed to have a little energy left, but he didn't expect the backlash to come so quickly.

Truman looked down, Hawley looked up.

Slowly, Truman's eyeballs rolled up little by little. With a "snap", it couldn't be softer, and the sphere burst.

Every hole on the skull bloomed with colorful flowers one after another.

"..." Holly rooted himself in place.

A heavy object suddenly dropped from his shoulders, and he suddenly came back to his senses, and hugged Wilmer sideways in time.

Wilmer pursed his lips tightly, his face was pale, and his eyes were firmly closed.

"Wilmer... Wilmer!"

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I like to write some scenes of falling san UwU

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