Chapter 1217: 1199 Bonfire

Chapter 1217 1199. Bonfire

The outer perimeter of the elven ruins was hit with a big hole when the Tyrannosaurus rex rushed in.

Now he is facing the mountains and fields outside.

And just after Lan En shouted there, there was silence for a while, and then the people in the bushes seemed to see that Lan En didn't have any self-doubt at all.

Only then did he let go of his slight sense of luck.

There was a "crash", and the bushes, branches and leaves of the surrounding trees and grass swayed.

An elf male stepped out.

His stature is slightly stronger than that of ordinary elves, and he seems to be in the best-built category among human males.

He was wearing a combination of simple but strong leather armor and mail armor, with a long knife and several daggers hanging on his waist, and a long bow on his back.

But the most eye-catching thing is the red turban that covers his right eye.

This is a one-eyed elf.

"Io?"

Sakia called out a name in surprise, but the male elf opposite was unmoved.

"Know?" Lan En didn't look back, his eyes were still looking at the male elf, and he asked Saskia.

"We chatted a few words, but forget about 'knowing'." Sakia was just a little surprised at first, how could she see him here.

But then the green dragon female warrior looked up and down at the male elf and shook her head.

"I guess the name he told me was also a fake name, so we can't say we know each other."

"Iorveth." The male elf suddenly said his first words after coming out of hiding, "This time it's his real name."

"It's hard to say whether it's true or not." Lan En waved his hands casually. "Come in and chat?"

"You shouldn't have such a small chance of being able to escape from me, right?"

The elf calmly looked at the corpse of the Terror Tyrannosaurus, which was still shocking even though it was motionless.

"Of course." The elf who claimed his real name was Iorveth said calmly, "I hate humans, but I'm not the kind of fool who degrades his enemies into being worthless just because of hatred."

"I now know how strong you are, Lann of Cintra."

As he spoke, the elf opened his hands, unloaded all the knives, daggers, long knives and other things on his body, and then walked into the elf ruins that had been knocked out of the gap.

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The night is getting darker, but fortunately the moon in the sky is still huge.

Lan En and Velvet Ball built a bonfire, and then simply took out some food from the alchemy leather bag and prepared to heat it up on the bonfire.

In Lan En's previous battle with the Tyrannosaurus, he also consumed a lot of energy.

Moreover, Sakia herself was injured, and it was best to keep her warm at this time in the mountains on a spring night.

The witcher prescribed several pieces of special rations to Qilin, and it gnawed them happily.

And thanks to the fact that there are too many space expansion packs produced by Aretusa gathered here, the food is actually quite particular.

Margarita has always been generous in maintaining a high level of quality of life.

"This is really bad luck," the sorceress said. "Will you blame humans for this, Scoia'tael?"

Margarita shares the same view as many warlocks. They do not discriminate against non-human races, and they also hate the discriminatory policies of the kings and the culture of discrimination against non-human races in the kingdom.

Warlocks are generally sympathetic to the current treatment of inhuman races in society.

After all, the magic of this world is inseparable from the ancient races from the beginning.

The dean of Ben Ad, the oldest and most powerful human sorcerer today, Henry Gedemitis was the first human to be introduced to the elves to study.

But the sympathy of the warlocks is actually not very targeted.

It's like sympathizing with the vulnerable groups in society, except now the vulnerable groups happen to be non-human races.

The Scoia'tael are an inhuman race guerrilla group that attacks all humans indiscriminately in the wild, even attacking outposts and toll booths, leaving no one alive inside.

Margarita's attitude towards such people can be said to be lukewarm and sarcastic.

"My hatred for humanity is enough to blacken the entire Pontar River, sorceress."

Faced with Margarita's hidden and stinging words, Iorveth responded calmly.

"I will not grab responsibility randomly, because my hatred is enough. So, we messed up this matter ourselves and killed my wounded."

"Ha." The sorceress raised the exquisite wine glass in her hand towards Iorveth with a smile, "Then you really have a clear distinction between love and hate."

The male elf's single eye looked at the sorceress. There was nothing special about that look. The way he looked at every human being was enough to make people feel chilled.

But it seemed that because of his current situation, he did not make any counterattack against the sorceress's cold words.

But after the sorceress and Iorveth finished their conversation with guns and clubs, there was another person present.

"But is it all worth it?"

Sakia looked at the swaying flames and asked softly in a calm, decisive but pleasant voice.

"What do you want to say?"

"All this." Saskia calmly talked to Iorveth, "Humans kill you, you kill humans, and both sides are getting more and more crazy."

In the silence, only the crackling sound of the bonfire burned.

Suddenly, in this environment that was so silent that only white noise remained, the one-eyed elf chuckled.

"ha!"

He even picked up the wine glass and took a sip of the Vermentino red wine from Toussaint for the first time.

Then, with an expression like looking at a child, he tilted his head and looked at the green dragon female warrior sitting by the campfire.

"You seem to think you know everything and understand everything, Saskia."

"You are a green dragon, which makes you feel that you are outside humans and elves, and you have a 'clear-eyed' vision, right? But in fact"

The one-eyed elf's lips moved, tasting the fragrance of red wine on his tongue.

"You're such a little brat, Saskia."

The sorceress, the demon hunter, and even the green dragon female warrior herself had no reaction to Iorveth's words.

On the contrary, it was the velvet ball. It gave a soft 'meow' in surprise and looked curiously at such a big 'little kid' next to it.

(End of chapter)