Chapter 791

Eglo Grey beard is a strong dwarf, with curly arms, a thick and short figure like a wine barrel, an eye-catching big nose, a grey beard hanging down his chest, and a hot temper and loud voice that is no different from other dwarves. At least in the eyes of elves and halflings, dwarves look the same. Of course, dwarves can't tell the difference between elves and halflings.

Unless they know each other very well.

"Ha ha, in the moonlight, the magical eglo grey beard prophet will find a safe way for everyone from the fragrant smoke today." The dwarf prophet looked at his family take out ritual supplies and put them under the canopy. He couldn't help laughing and looked very excited.

Olawi, a popular shooter with green hair, blue eyes and a handsome face Yuege touched the dwarf prophet's messy head and said seriously, "grey beard, in fact, you're better at forging iron... Your divination took us into the stable last time. Fortunately, I ran fast and didn't get kicked into the dunghill by the Centaur. I took a lot of effort to pull you out of the horse dung."

"Well, olawi, I'll tell you a secret."

"What secret?"

"Your beautiful mother has an asshole son named olawi!"

Here, igloo and his good friends quarrel and play with each other. The dwarf soldiers over there have finished the preparations for the ceremony. Yudrite, the dwarf dragon hunter, grabbed eglo's arm and shouted, "gray beard, it's your turn to perform. Good divination... I don't want to run back to Silver Eagle city without doing anything."

"Look at me!"

Agolo rubbed his thick palm excitedly, pushed away the dwarf compatriots, walked under the canopy, and lit three coreless metal oil lamps with a fireknife, which were black, silver and red. Unknown grease burned in the oil lamp, showing a light blue flame. The dwarf placed the three metal oil lamps in a triangle, sat in the middle, picked up the long pipe next to him, added amber essential oil, incense leaves, human face spider dry powder, dust Falcon feathers and other materials, burned the pipe with the red oil lamp flame in front, held the cigarette holder and took a deep breath until his chest and abdomen bulged, and smoke gushed out of his nose, ears and corners of his mouth. Soon the thick body of the dwarf prophet was covered by thick smoke.

Eglo uses the dwarf prophet breathing method to swallow the smoke into his body and then discharge it. Gradually, his mouth, nose, ears and even pores breathed smoke with a unique rhythm. Only a pair of dark red eyes became brighter and brighter in the smoke. He seemed to be integrated with the smoke and became a strange creature full of mystery.

The Scouts of Silver Eagle City kept quiet and on guard. The cold wind blew the long hair of the elf warrior and the beard of the dwarf guard, but could not blow the smoke shrouding the dwarf prophet.

Eglo Grey beard seems to have divorced from reality and entered another unknown world with the smoke around his body.

On an ancient tree more than 20 kilometers away, Victor used the talent of old enemy to monitor the dwarf prophet's every move. In the hidden state of life, he had no emotion in his heart, but observed silently.

I don't know how long later, the smoke around edglow was taken away by the wind in the woods. His dark red and bright eyes blinked and became dim in an instant. He staggered to his feet and shouted, "I see!"

Next to her, Ilus jumped over, held the weak dwarf and eagerly asked, "tell me what you see. Don't miss anything!"

"The gray moon... The grave... The Nightingale grabs a board, or the coffin cover?" The dizzy eglo couldn't recall clearly, so he skipped the detail and continued: "tree species... Tunnels filled with black mud and ants... Underground rivers... Sunlit lakes."

"Grey beard, don't sleep. The spiritual sense hasn't completely dissipated. Read divination." Olawi Yuege bent over, grabbed the dwarf's beard with one hand and slapped his face with the other.

"He needs dragon flame wine now!" A dwarf guard pushed the tree elf away, took out a beautifully crafted gold wine pot from his arms and put it under edglow's nose.

The drowsy eglo finally opened his eyes, grabbed the wine bottle with attractive aroma and drank it. The dwarf guard turned his head and faced olawi Yuege roared, "rabbit, you owe me! Remember, there's also interest!"

The third-order popular shooter found that his companions all stepped back and became the vent of the dwarf guard. He said unconvinced, "why don't you find gray beard to return your dragon flame wine."

"Nonsense, he owes 23 bottles of dragon flame wine!"

"That's not much. Let him strike the iron and pay it off in two months."

"He still needs interest on two barrels of wine."

“.…..”

Eglo drank up the whole pot of wine, regained some spirit, smacked his mouth and said: "It's just a little short of fun... Let me interpret divination. The gray moon represents the danger of death; the high tower tomb represents collective death; the Nightingale grabs the coffin board represents salvation; the tree species represent the fulfillment of wishes; the tunnel full of black mud and ants represents escape; the underground river represents the turning point of life; the sunny Lake represents success."

As soon as he had finished, the grey bearded dwarf fell straight to the ground, and a deafening snore came out of his throat.

Yodrite, the Dragon hunter, asked several dwarf guards to carry the unconscious eglo onto a goat skin sleeping bag, turned his head and said to Ilus: "Lord Yuege, eglo must be accurate this time. He saw the Nightingale... Let's go find the wanderer?"

Agnes Without waiting for yiruth's response, Fengge said first: "don't forget that he divined to the 'gray moon' and 'grave'. Even if I don't understand the interpretation of divination, I also know that the 'gray moon' and 'grave' mean the danger of annihilation."

"Without Mr. Nightingale, we certainly wouldn't have survived, but Mr. Nightingale brings hope, right?" Udritt said in a gruff voice: "You know, my brothers and I can't just go back empty handed. Poor Massa is seriously ill and the blessing of the moon tree can't save her. The first royal daughter said that only the blessing of the sun tree can save Massa's life... The sun tree can hold a blessing ceremony every 36 years. There are four years left before the next sun blessing. This is Massa's only chance. So General yiyuege called me. My brothers and I are here. We'll try anyway. "

Ilus Yuege stood in front of the Dragon hunter and said firmly, "it's up to me now."

After staring at the war dancer for two seconds, the stubborn dwarf looked away, nodded and said, "yes, you are the captain who makes the decision."

Ilus smiled proudly and said, "Mr. nightingale is the immediate danger. We need to talk to him."

"My sister, Mr. Nightingale doesn't allow us to touch Freya's tears. Even if we act with him, we can't achieve our goal." Angelis warned.

"That's what we're talking about." Yiruth turned her head and explained, "you see the Nightingale's power and ears. The blessing of the moon tree may not be effective for him. The blessing of the sun tree can certainly restore the blood power of the moon elf. If his goal is to restore blood power, there is no contradiction between us."

Anglis thought about what her sisters said, and her eyes gradually brightened. The nightingale is a very powerful elf wanderer. It doesn't matter even if he takes away "Freya's tears". As long as the Silver Eagle Scout takes him back to the Empire, even if she has made outstanding contributions, her majesty will allow her to participate in the blessing ceremony of the sun tree.

"Where's that bastard Qiqi? Send someone to get him back. When gray beard wakes up, we'll see Mr. nightingale." Ilus Yuege ordered.

The reaction of the Silver Eagle Scout was expected by Victor. He took himself as the bait, and the other party had no reason to turn a blind eye.

This fight involves the level of mythical creatures. According to father Miller's standard, Victor can't be too careful when fighting away. Especially in the case of vague information, the Lord of mourning and perhaps the queen ant are hidden in the dark, so Victor can't easily expose his existence.

It was the best way Victor could think of to cover himself with the Scouts of the elf empire.

Imosen communicated with the mourning Lord and pretended to be the special envoy of the elf empire. He acted together with Reverend Dane, and the mourning Lord's attention should be focused on them. In principle, the team commanded by Charlotte was the most dangerous because of the attention of the ancient god of recovery. In fact, on the contrary, if the mourning Lord could not detect the following Nelson team and ELF scouts, he said Knowing his power is just like that. Victor believes that the power arranged by Miller is enough for him. The holy crystal and Caligula are not ornaments.

The team commanded by Nelson is the weakest, but Meiwen with blue dragon blood can borrow the power of angry wind sword Saint at any time. Through Meiwen, Victor can display his old enemy, angry wind field, cold wind and wind giant spirit at a super long distance. The effectiveness of these extraordinary combat skills will be weakened, but he can also cope with most unexpected situations.

The most important thing is that Victor did not set the goals that must be achieved for the two teams. For the purpose of exploring relics, they avoided danger by relying on the spiritual intuition of fierce soldiers and were able to make full autonomous mobility.

Elven scouts are different. Their goal is clear and they come to capture "Freya's tears". If the Lord of mourning has the spare power to detect this third team, we can imagine how big his power is, so Victor's Elven scouting team is the most dangerous bait.

The Gnome prophet's divination ceremony brought extra surprises to victor. Although it is impossible to determine whether the Gnome prophet's divination interpretation is accurate, the whole process of the ceremony seems very powerful. In particular, the Gnome prophet mentioned "a pit full of black mud and ants" , it reminds victor of the ant man. This is basically consistent with some information he has mastered. It can be seen that the prophecy of the dwarf prophet is worth learning from. Therefore, Victor also quietly wrote down the two divination contents of "underground river" and "Lake".

Victor relieved his old enemy's talent, turned his sharp eyes to the Far East, raised his mouth slightly, outlined a meaningful smile, jumped down an ancient tree more than 20 meters high and quickly ran to the expedition camp in the West.

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Two days later, Ilus's scouts appeared near the abandoned camp of Randall expeditionary army. They carefully observed in the distance and saw five rough but strong bark wooden houses standing on the snow, surrounded by felled tree stumps and some unused logs.

Although the conditions of such a wooden house camp are poor, it is much more comfortable than the elf scouts sleeping in the wild. Along the way, they have found more than a dozen abandoned camps of this type, just Ilus Yuege never allowed his subordinates to use abandoned camps, and forest animals and orcs dared to approach these unmanned camps. That's because the feces of many large ferocious beasts remain near the camp.

This time, without exception, they found the excrement of ferocious beasts outside the camp. However, it haunts eluse The terror in the heart of Yuege disappeared. She knew that the powerful dragon family no longer marked the territory, and the strong demigod of the alien allowed them to enter the abandoned camp.

Iris Yuege felt the goodwill of the alien demigod more than once. At the moment, she wondered whether the demigod was delivering goodwill to herself or to the mysterious nightingale.

Or are they a team?

Yiruth overcame her doubts and decided to see what was in the camp first.

Spirit scouts go to different wooden houses to check the internal environment. Ilus took Angelis, the tree elf, and udrit, the dwarf dragon hunter, straight to the largest wooden house. As soon as they approached, they smelled a strange smell, like amber essential oil mixed with some herbs.

When the wooden door was opened, a simple wooden table and chair came into view. According to Ruth's eyes, she stared at a wooden bucket in the corner of the living room. The strange smell came from inside.

She stopped in place and told her companions in sign language that there was movement in the room, but don't take drastic action. Then, holding the handle of the arc-shaped sword, she went to the barrel, looked and found that there was half a barrel of silver white liquid inside.

The state of this liquid is very viscous and shows the texture of metal. She picked up the stick next to the barrel and tried to stir it. The silver liquid stained the end of the stick, like a layer of secret silver.

Yiruth thought for a moment, took the stick stained with silver potion and walked to the room on the side of the living room. The dim and nearly black light could not hinder the extraordinary vision of the elves. A giant bird with its wings cut off was dying on the big round table, which was nailed to it by two spears. If it were not for the faint pale flame beating in the eye socket, it would be no different from a corpse.

"Semi demonized snake tail vulture!" Agnes The wind song whispered, "have those aliens encountered this monster?"

"... they may have found a way to deal with this undead monster."

Yiruth thoughtfully raised the stick in her hand, looked at the part infected by the potion, and stabbed the half dead black blood strange bird.

The blunt headed stick, like a sharp blade, easily stabbed into the body of the black blood strange bird. The stabbed part bared, and the black blood quickly disappeared. The silver light spread around the wound, and the full muscles withered and dried at a speed visible to the naked eye. The pale flame in the black blood strange bird's eyes soared and then went out completely.

This time, the undead without the key really turned into a corpse, and the eyes that once burned the hot flame showed gray and dead eyes.

"This was left to us by the alien expedition?" The dwarf dragon Hunter finally couldn't help asking loudly.

"With this magical potion, our bows and arrows can work when we encounter the dead." The tree elf is popular, said the archer happily.

"It's for you." A pleasant voice came down the stairs in the room, and Mr. Nightingale, who was as beautiful as the bright moonlight, appeared in the vision of the elves and dwarves.

Both Angelis and Adrian touched their foreheads with their left hands and extended to the mysterious Elven wanderers the etiquette that big elves deserve.

Iris A sense of powerlessness rose in Yuege's heart. She was careful enough, but she still couldn't find the nightingale in advance. With this level of latent skills, the alien demigod and his dragon family members may not be able to detect the nightingale.

If they are not together, the potion in the bucket is indeed deliberately left to us by the alien demigod... What is his purpose... ELUS Yuege turned all kinds of thoughts in her mind, saluted the nightingale with black hair and black eyes, raised her head and asked, "Nightingale, here we are."

The smile on the Nightingale's face dazzled the elf and said calmly: "should I appreciate your courage or laugh at your recklessness? If you go further, are you ready to embrace death?"

Yiruth stepped forward, crossed two assistants, looked at the Nightingale on the stairs, and raised her voice and asked, "Lord Nightingale, can we turn back now?"

"Of course." The Nightingale nodded and said blandly, "this is the dividing point. I won't stop you from turning around here. If you cross this dividing point, you will be my helper. I don't allow you to sneak behind me."

"As a fellow, you need our help." Ilus looked directly into the Nightingale's deep dark eyes and said seriously.

"Don't take yourself too seriously. I rarely have companions walking side by side." The Nightingale's tone was a little low and silent. Instead, she said, "I admit that you are useful to me. In the same way, I am more useful to you, aren't I?"

The general of the war dancer nodded in recognition and said, "may I ask you a few questions, Mr. powerful nightingale."

"You've asked a lot... I also have a lot of questions to ask you." The Nightingale's tone was modest but confident and arrogant, and said magnanimously, "ask first."

Without hesitation, Ilus asked, "Mr. Nightingale, how did you know that there is the holy thing of the elves' Freya's tears' in front of you?"

The Nightingale raised her mouth and showed her snow-white and neat teeth. It was so eye-catching in the dark room.

"... that's a good question."