eadx ();? What took you so long? "
The group of elves were still waiting. Opavra frowned and kept looking to the west. "Is anything going to happen to Slya and the others?"
"It shouldn't be! "The process of the invitation might not be smooth..." Illidan frowned. If they were truly strong, it would not be so easy to invite them in.
At this moment, Iren stopped and turned around slowly, a smile on his face.
"They're back!"
"Big brother, Opawila …" A voice came from afar, and a white elf girl greeted with a smile. Behind her were two night elves.
"They?" "Deirdre, come here."
The woman named Deirdre was an elementalist. She was good at summoning elves to fight. She was the White Elf, Illian's younger sister.
Illidan nodded, glancing at the two people behind her and smiling, "Phil, Aurora, you're finally here!"
Behind Deirdre, Phil and Aurora were both night elves. One was an assassin night elf, while the other was an archer night elf.
Phil kept glancing at Aurora, a trace of love in his eyes. Ever since Aurora had returned from the human world, Phil from the same village had been pursuing her with all his might, but Aurora didn't seem to be feeling anything, and her face was calm.
Phileas was one or two years older than Aurora. At such a young age, he was already a senior assassin (at the division level) and would soon break through to become an elite assassin. He had been acquainted with Aurora since he was young.
There was no expression on Aurora's face as she calmly said, "There's something that has delayed us for a while, we have to wait for a long time …"
"No problem!" "Slya hasn't come back yet!"
"Yeah, where's Slya? I don't think I saw her before, where did she go? " Dede asked.
"She went with Aech to look for someone. We still lack a companion …" Opawila said.
"Comrade?" We don't lack people … " Deirdre said in astonishment.
"That's right, our team has all the vocations, including knights, mages, archers, and other vocations. Why would we need to form a team?" Phil asked.
"We need eight people to enter the pocket dimension. We're still missing one more person …" "I have no choice but to let Slya find someone else …"
"So now it's time for us to take care of him, Illian. Are you sure he won't be a burden to us?"
Before Illian could reply, Opa'iva hurriedly said, "That shouldn't be the case. Slia used 'The Goddess of Nature's instructions' to look for it, so the results shouldn't be too bad …"
The directions given by the Goddess of Nature were similar to the divination of natural magic. With a certain degree of accuracy, everyone no longer had any doubts.
"Even so, brother, I don't like to get along with other races."
"That's right, that's right..." Phil echoed.
Elves were very conservative in nature. Other than their own people, they rarely interacted with other races. They rarely even stepped foot into the Elven Forest. They lived in a very closed environment.
"Don't be willful …" "There's nothing we can do about it, and Deirdre, I hope you can stop being so delicate …"
The tone of Illian's voice was so heavy that Deirdre did not dare to say another word. She lowered her head, and her face was filled with grievance at her brother's words.
Noticing that the atmosphere was a bit stiff, Opawra smiled and said, "Forget it, isn't it just one person? Even if he's weak, it shouldn't be too much of a problem, right? "
At this moment, Phil smiled, turned to Aurora, and asked with concern, "Aurora, what's wrong with you, you haven't spoken a word all this time, are you unhappy …"
"It's nothing!" Aurora shook her head, ignoring Phil's concern.
Phil could only scratch his nose in frustration and fell silent.
When they spoke of them, everyone felt a sense of regret. Phil's feelings for Aurora had been good since before Aurora had left for the human world, but since her return from the human world, Aurora had seemed like a different person, taciturn all day, asking her what had happened without saying a word and being extremely cold to him.
Aurora had her arms crossed over her chest and was looking into the distance when a familiar figure flashed in the corner of her eye.
"It's Slya and Aech. They're back." As an archer, her eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. She had already seen Slya before anyone had seen her.
At this time, when Aurora's eyes fell on the man behind Celia, her mind went 'boom –' and her body froze. Her eyes opened wide in disbelief.
Black hair, black eyes, a thin body with a slight stooped back, a black robe embroidered with a huge malevolent skull. If that wasn't Ron, who else could it be?
Aurora's body began to shake, and the scene before her blurred.
"Yes …" It's him … "It's really him …"
She thought she could forget, but Aurora found that she could not. Every time she was in danger, that small figure would always stand firmly at the front.
"Aurora, what's the matter?"
Phil asked with concern when he noticed Oura's inadequacy. The eyes of Opa, Viarian, and the others all turned to look at him.
"I'm fine... The wind is strong, and a little sand is in … " Aurora wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. Her eyes were still red.
Deirdre raised her hand and frowned. "There doesn't seem to be any wind today?"
"Are you tired these days?"
"Don't worry, I'm fine …" Aurora calmed down and forced a smile, "Look, Slya and the others have returned …"
"Brother Illian, Sister Opawila, I'm back …" "Sister Deirdre, Brother Phil, you're here, too."
"We just arrived too!" She looked at Ron behind him and frowned when she saw that it was a human. "Is this the teammate you found with the directions of the Goddess of Nature?"
"Yes!" "Brother Illian, what do you think of him?" Slya asked.
Illian looked Ron up and down a few times, puzzled by the fact that the outfit didn't look like anything any profession should wear.
Goodbye, Ron. Aurora's expression was complicated, and she tried to keep her emotions under control as she looked away, not daring to meet Ron's gaze.
"Hello everyone, my name is Ron!"
"My name is Illian!" Although he could not understand, Illidan maintained his poise. He glanced at the crowd and smiled, "Everyone, please introduce yourself..."
"Let's get to know each other. My name is Opavra, and I'm a Knight …" Ao Pa Vila laughed.
"Deirdre!" Deirdre said, looking away.
When it was Aurora's turn, she bit her lips, turned her head expressionlessly, and said lightly, "My name is Aurora!"
"Aurora?"
A familiar name exploded in Ron's mind, and he stared at Aurora, who had the face of a night elf. It was very different from the Aurora in his mind, not just slightly shorter, but even her voice had changed.
The Artist's Mask could change a person's appearance, even their height and voice, so that Ron would not recognize them if they were in front of his eyes.
Ron stood stunned, scenes of his time with Aurora playing through his mind.
There was longing, there was emotion, and there was also … Without knowing it, Ron's eyes were moist.
His appearance was seen by the other Elves, but it didn't seem like it was the same. How could he stare at others the moment he saw them?
"Humph!"
As Ron stared at Aurora, Phil snorted.
"Ah-sorry!" Ron then came to his senses and gave an awkward laugh. "A friend of mine from the past is also called Aurora. I heard her name was a little out of place …" "I'm sorry..."
Everyone let out an 'oh', and Occluar laughed, "To think that she even has the same name. What a coincidence, she's a human, isn't she?"
Ron nodded. "Yes, she's also an archer!"
"What a coincidence!" Ao Pa Vila laughed.
"Humph —" Aurora turned her head and stared coldly at Ron. "Human, put away your hypocritical words. You have used this trick on other girls …"
It was true that Aurora was excited to see Ron again, but when she thought of what had happened before they broke up, her anger rose again, and she made a sarcastic remark at the same time.
Ron looked a little embarrassed. He hadn't expected to offend someone the moment he arrived.
"We... "Let's get back to the main topic at hand..."
He looked at Ron and said, "I'm sorry, sir, but I still haven't seen your profession... Could it be that you are a mage? "
"I am a Necromancer!" Ron said as he nodded.
"Necromancer?" Apart from Aurora and Slya and Aches, who already knew about Leylin's plan, everyone else was shocked.
Phil frowned and fired first, "Slya, are you dizzy? To actually send you to look for a person, you actually found a Necromancer? Don't you know that Necromancers are the most trashy class? They. They can't even be compared to ordinary humans … "
"That's right... "He doesn't have any combat strength, this is simply a burden …" Deirdre gave Ron a hard look.
"But... But this really is the instruction of the Goddess of Nature … " Since she found out that Ron was a Necromancer, she regretted it. She just didn't expect everyone's reactions to be so intense.
"Hey, I was talking about you..." Phil said to Ron, "Your name is Ron, right? Now that you've seen it, everyone disagrees with your joining. You can't help anything and will only become a burden to us. If I were you, I'd have disappeared by now …"
When they heard about Ron's Necromancer, the situation changed drastically. Phil and Deirdre were the first to express their disapproval, and Olivia and Illian became silent, seemingly in a difficult situation.
She had asked for him, but she hadn't expected it. She looked at Ron, her eyes full of sympathy.
Ron sighed in his heart, thinking, "It looks like people's prejudice towards necromancy won't disappear in a short period of time. Forget it, since they don't need me, I'll just leave."
"Ron. "I …" Slya started to say something, but something in her throat stopped her.
"I understand …" Rönn smiled at her. "Thank you for the Moon Spring!"
Glancing at the crowd, Ron slightly bowed, "Since my arrival displeased everyone, then everyone, I will be taking my leave …"
Ron didn't want to say more, so he turned and strode away. He didn't want to go to another plane, but it was time to leave.
"Halt!"
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