Chapter 792

The whereabouts of Freya's tears are buried in the vast historical documents of the elf empire. If Silver Eagle City did not often fight with the ant army, they would not have recorded that there were sacred objects hidden in the azolta temple. Even so, few people pay attention to the legend of imperial relics.

The span of time is too long, there are too many historical documents, and the illusory ancient legends will eventually be forgotten by future generations.

According to Ruth accidentally learned that the fairy holy thing was rumored in the azolta temple. Thanks to the arrogant igloo Grey beard, as a dwarf prophet, has the right to consult the historical documents collected by silver moon city to enrich his knowledge and improve the accuracy of divination interpretation. He accidentally turned to a dusty old scroll, which recorded some secrets of the azolta Empire and ant man. As a result, eglo did divination and showed off the divination results to several of his friends.

Eglo's unintentional move made Ilus and others understand the rumors of Freya's tears.

Nightingale, how can a lonely wanderer know the news of the holy thing of the elves?

The question pointed directly to the origin of the Nightingale, and Ilus suspected that he was not a wanderer at all. If he doesn't have a reasonable explanation, eluse will reconsider whether to cooperate with the strange wanderer.

The Nightingale jumped down the stairs, landed steadily in front of two elves and a dwarf, and said faintly, "I heard 'Freya's tears' from the mouth of a bear monster elder... It wanted to attack me while I was distracted, and then I killed it."

Bear monster is an intelligent Orc sheltered by the jungle and a headache for the elf empire. In particular, the elder bear monster is smart and wild. It is cunning and strong. The jungle covers up their voice and smell, and obtains the spiritual stealth effect similar to the halfling. They can go around behind the elf warrior without being noticed. They also have the physique, strength, sharper wild intuition and very powerful blood talent of the ogre supervisor.

Suppose Silver Eagle City encounters a bear monster elder, Ilus Yuege can't determine the source of the danger premonition, so it can't find the enemy first. The best choice is to retreat quickly.

Elder bear monster is a level 6 creature, but in the forest, it is stronger than the level 6 ogre supervisor. This gap is almost an equal level.

Fortunately, the number of bear monsters is small, and the bear monster elders are rare to see. They are usually gentle and have no habit of raising goblin slaves. Although they are indifferent to the elf Empire, they will always take the initiative to avoid the elf family as long as they are not bear monsters during the war.

The question is, how does the wordless bear monster elder talk to the wandering Nightingale, and how does it know the whereabouts of the spirit holy thing?

"Ha ha, this is the funniest thing I've ever heard... Er, the truth..."

Udric, the outspoken dwarf, couldn't help laughing loudly. He was swept by the Nightingale's dark and deep eyes. He immediately aroused his spirit and changed his mouth in time. He was a little unconvinced, but he didn't have the courage to argue with the mysterious wanderer again. He retreated to one side and looked left and right, pretending to be interested in the empty wooden house.

Iris Yuege is skeptical. It should be said that skepticism accounts for the majority, but Mr. Nightingale has given his own answer. It is not wise to question his answer face to face.

"Mr. Nightingale, you are really amazing. Elder bear monster is a ghost in the forest. I heard that they are powerful, but I haven't seen them. It must be a wonderful battle if you can kill an elder bear monster." Angelis's face was full of admiration, her hands clasped on her chest and said sincerely.

Victor was a little stunned. Through the heartbeat and breathing rate of the other party and the light in his blue eyes, he quickly judged that the beautiful tree elf fully believed his words, nodded, maintained the lonely man of the wandering Nightingale, and said, "it was a dangerous battle. I almost died because of it, but the elder bear monster died under my arrow..."

"Well, now it's my turn to ask questions." Victor turned to general silver moon city and said, "do you know how to use Freya's tears?"

Ilus took back her eyes from the quiver behind the nightingale. She obviously didn't believe that the other party killed a bear monster elder with a rough wooden feather arrow, but she replied respectfully: "We don't know how to use 'Freya's tears'... Only the queen of the elf Empire knows the mystery of the holy thing. If we give the holy thing to her majesty, she will be willing to hold the blessing ceremony of the sun tree for us. Mr. Nightingale, although you are a wanderer, you should also know the great sun tree, and the blessing of the sun tree can enhance your blood power, not only It can not only repair your physical defects, but also make your blood stronger and gain a long life. "

Victor moved his black, bright and charming eyes, and said in a deep voice: "It's hard for us to trust each other like this, so I have a proposal. If we cooperate, the next exploration is up to you. I don't accept your command or raise any objection. I just follow you and I can help you when necessary. We'll talk about it when we get the tears of Freya."

This condition is too favorable for the Silver Eagle scouts. It's so favorable that Ilus can't believe it.

Seeing that the golden stage war dancers were silent, Victor raised his feet and walked outside the door. Without looking back, he said, "I'm going out to prepare some food. Think it over. If you agree to cooperate, we'll start together tomorrow. If you don't agree, please go back."

When Victor was about to go out, Ilus shouted to his lonely back, "Mr. Nightingale, you don't participate in the decision-making. Aren't you afraid that we will bring you into the Jedi?"

Victor stopped, turned around, raised eyebrows longer and more beautiful than tree elves, and said, "this is the way rogues cooperate with strange partners, at least I am."

Although he said so, the Nightingale's expression and behavior showed confidence and disdain, as if to express: can you frame me?

When the wanderer came out of the cabin, the dwarf udrit said impatiently: "I like this arrogant guy. He doesn't interfere with our actions and has strength. He will never become a burden on us..."

"Yodrite, you can't slander Mr. Nightingale behind your back! The confident and noble son of the moon god doesn't accept arrogant descriptions..." anglis glared at her dwarf partner, her tall and sharp ears were upright and trembled slightly because of anger.

"Keep quiet!" Ilus scolded the two deputies, paused and said: "It seems that you all agree to let Mr. Nightingale join our team... But I'm worried that he has a hostile relationship with the alien demigods. If those aliens also come for the elf holy things, we didn't have a chance to seize the holy things from them, so we can choose to give up in time. But the Nightingale has a chance to seize the elf holy things, so you can know what will happen next. ”

Nightingale's strength is very strong, stronger than any Silver Eagle Scout, but I'm afraid he is not the opponent of the alien demigod. Even if the Nightingale can get the spirit holy thing and get away from the alien demigod, the Silver Eagle Scout can't run away. If the Nightingale and the alien demigod's goals overlap, he will bring destruction to the Silver Eagle Scout.

"Mr. Nightingale said, the decision is up to us. Moreover, we also want holy things." The dwarf guard said in a muffled voice, "general, you are about to convince the Nightingale that he knows he needs the blessing of the sun tree. But what about those alien races? Who knows what they are thinking? If they try to use holy things to hurt the elf Empire, even if they have nine and a half gods, the dwarf will let them taste the power of the bone breaking hammer!"

"Sister, the holy thing belongs to the elf empire." Agnes The wind song said firmly.

Yiruth's lips burst into a wild smile, nodded and said, "I'm not ready to give up. I just hope you're ready to fight."

"The moon is above and the hills are below."

"May the moon god protect you."

The two adjutants of the scouts saluted general Yuege solemnly at the same time.

"OK, you call the team members together and discuss the Countermeasures for action." Iris The Moon Song commanded.

After reaching a consensus with the general, udric felt that he was full of strength and could strike iron for three consecutive days. He ran out of the house excitedly, found his dwarf compatriots, and shouted loudly, "is that bastard igloo awake? The general called everyone to discuss the battle plan, and we should try to get back the holy thing... Together with Mr. nightingale."

"The Nightingale also likes to boast. He said he killed a bear monster elder and learned the whereabouts of the holy thing from the bear monster elder. Ha ha, but I like that guy."

The dwarves laughed, but out of goodwill and recognition. Dwarves like boasters and boasters.

Eglo, who had been pretending to sleep lazily, immediately got up from the leather cushion, stared wide and asked in surprise, "Mr. Nightingale said that the elder bear monster told him about the sacred things of the goddess?"

"Isn't it... Elder bear monster can only 'Ho, Ho, Ho', and can't speak the language of the elf empire." Youdelite pressed his red nose and said strangely, "elder bear monster knows the whereabouts of the holy thing? Does it have to read before it runs into the Silver Eagle City Library to peek at historical documents?"

The Dragon hunter's performance caused a burst of laughter from the dwarves. Eglo Grey beard, blowing his beard, pointed to udri and scolded: "Stupid dwarves with iron juice in their heads think it's bragging... There is a kind of bear monster elder who can awaken blood memory, obtain ancient knowledge and communicate with intelligent life of the same level, that is, the seventh level bear monster sacrifice, also known as the son of ursolo. If Mr. Nightingale meets the son of ursolo, it's not surprising to learn the information of Goddess holy things from his mouth. Because It's because the silver moon Council of the ancient elf Empire helped the azolta people build a temple, which is at least tens of thousands of years from now! "

The noisy dwarfs became silent. Udritt rubbed his red nose and muttered regretfully, "Mr. Nightingale doesn't like boasting... I don't know, does he like tobacco and liquor?"

The elf soldiers with sharp ears gathered around. General Yuege asked seriously, "grey beard, did you just say that the son of ursolo of level 7 can communicate with the intelligent life of the same level?"

The dwarf prophet must be a dwarf scholar. To be exact, rich knowledge is the prerequisite for an advanced prophet. Eglo's divination interpretation is at the apprenticeship level, but no one will doubt his knowledge.

"It is to communicate with intelligent life above the same level... If Mr. Nightingale doesn't boast, he is at least a seventh level intelligent species." Eglow said proudly.

"Lord Nightingale must be the son of the noble moon god..." Angelis said with a sweet smile: "the holy moonlight guides Lord Nightingale to meet us."

Her majesty is choosing her successor, and the new emperor will succeed in a few decades. For the long-lived high elves, decades are just enough to complete the replacement of the throne. At this time, Mr. Nightingale appeared. He is the son of the seventh order moon god. After receiving the blessing of the sun, he may be promoted to the legendary eighth order great spirit. That must be the spouse of the next generation of empress... Her Majesty's husband is only the seventh order great spirit... Is all this really the will of the moon god?

Yiruth thought a lot, and her heart was uneasy. She frowned and looked thoughtfully to the east of the forest, which was the direction of Silver Eagle City, where they came.

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In the evening, Victor dragged two fresh deer back to the abandoned camp, and the flying snowflakes couldn't fall on him. The elves and dwarves gathered under an open canopy, looked at him in awe, touched Victor's eyes, and immediately bowed their heads to show respect.

Victor felt that the atmosphere here was a little different. He didn't know what had happened before, but he walked under another canopy without paying attention. The ground was covered with a well-made wool carpet, on which there was a barbecue brazier, with dry firewood, spices, fine salt, grease and a bucket of water for barbecue.

Obviously, these things were specially prepared by the Silver Eagle scouts for Mr. nightingale.

Victor didn't say hello to the Silver Eagle Scout. He took off the bow and arrow on his back, lit the firewood and began to treat the hind legs with a bone knife. He seldom takes care of his prey by hand, but the fire of the soul at the highest level makes him proficient in any manual work. With a unique rhythmic beauty, he quickly cuts the fat hind leg meat into meat pieces of appropriate size and thickness, which are strung on iron sticks for barbecue.

Maybe it's because the spirit's spices are unique. Victor's barbecue is not as amazing as Caligula. He's also very satisfied with it. After ten kebabs of roast venison, Victor continued to cut and roast the kebabs. The attractive smell spread to the canopy on the other side, causing the dwarf guards to suck their saliva.

Hunting in snowy days is not easy. Victor ran more than 300 kilometers to hunt a buck. The Silver Eagle scouts have no one to hunt. They can only eat the dry food they carry with them and watch the Nightingale enjoy the roast venison alone.

After a while, the short halfling ran from the elf to Victor's canopy with a pot in his arms and said carefully, "Mr. Nightingale, I'm Qiqi, a gourmet in Silver Eagle City. This is the broth I made specially for you. I want to offer it to you."

Seeing that the Nightingale had no intention of refusing, Qiqi quickly opened the lid and presented the broth to him.

The soup in the pottery pot is yellow and fragrant. There is a stewed bird and a meat worm the thickness of a thumb. The bird looked like a dove, but Victor recognized it as an old crow

Forget crow soup. What does bug mean... Is crow stewed bug soup teasing me?

Of course, the honorable Earl of golden eye will not taste crow and insect soup, but the lonely wanderer Nightingale should not refuse the broth sent to the door, whether it is crow or insect.

Victor imagined the crow as a pigeon and the meat worm as a sea cucumber. He tasted a spoonful of warm soup in the expectation of the halfling.

"It tastes good." The Nightingale commented faintly, and thought the soup was really delicious.

... it should be said that it is very delicious.

The halfling Qiqi has bent his eyebrows and smiled. Pointing to the meat in the pottery pot, he said politely: "Nightingale, you should try this old crow and this ice melon insect. Oh, by the way, the ice melon insect is also called ice maggot. It eats rot like the old crow."

X-3 hides his inner thoughts and carefully manipulates his facial muscles to form a perfect smile. Victor reveals eight snow-white and neat teeth to the halfling Gourmet: "good".