Chapter 220

Chapter 220

“That human inherited the power of the hero.”

“A human did?”

“That’s even more awesome! Because that means he had passed all the tests to inherit the power of the hero!”

In a crypt-like place, small dark elf NPCs stuck out their heads.

It was a place not that far from Siand Frontier. The residences of the dark elves were numerous crypts dug into the cliffs.

There were several trees attached to the simple stairs going down the cliff from the ground.

“It’s this close, but it’s still undiscovered-”

“Here, there is a barrier around Takado-Pia, so it’s okay. No one can enter without permission. Those who try to break in by force will be stopped by us.”

“Hmm. I see.”

Seeing the giant ant den that could be seen in a movie’s everywhere, Leeha nodded.

In the first place, even if they found it, Like an external barrier, it would be a difficult structure to ‘subjugate’ the dark elves as in the legend.

“Chief, this is Tatar. We have brought the one who inherited the power of the hero.”

Among the numerous crypts, in the huge cave in the center of the cliff, where dizzying patterns were painted around the entrance, the ‘captain’ who led Leeha politely bowed his head.

“Oh, come in, come in.”

“Come in. I’m...”

“Ah, yes.”

Perhaps it should be regarded as an exalted name.

Leeha waved goodbye to Tatar who treated him as if he was his superior, and finally entered the crypt.

The interior was so spacious that one small lamp could not light it all up, but the ‘chief’ didn’t seem to mind.

“Are you the one who inherited the power of the hero? Is the anger of our blood still exuding from it?”

“Hello. Yes, I am Ha Leeha.”

The old dark elf bit the pipe, shook his head and gave a moved expression, making it awkward for Leeha.

He didn’t know what was happening.

“Right, you who inherited the power of the hero. Why did you come here? Sit down, sit down.”

The chief, who was sitting down, had an expression saying ‘Ask me anything.’. Leeha was feeling burdened so he immediately brought up his reason for coming here.

He believed in the power of 100% intimacy.

“I have a question about the [Matan’s Shooter], do you know anything about it?.”

“......The Matan’s Shooter! Is the strength of the hero not enough?”

“Oh- That is right. I need the power of Matan’s Shooter.”

After hearing Leeha’s words, the chief took a deep breath.

“I see. To annihilate those damned wood elves, you will need to rely on legends....

However, you who inherited the power of the hero, we don’t actually know much about the Matan’s shooter. At least right now.”

Talking about annihilating the wood elves made Leeha feel awkward, but he pretended not to feel anything and asked the chief something. “’Right now’? Then, does that mean you knew about it in the past?”

“Yes. There was a time. We are a race that likes to record things. However, we lost the records for that legend.”

“Lost? How? Where? Then-”

“It was stolen. It was around a 100 years ago. Even today’s young elves do not know much about the Matan’s Shooter. They only remember stories that old people like us could have heard...”

It was stolen? How could it be possible to come all the way to this place and steal it? Besides, if it’s 100 years ago, it’s obvious. It was of a story even before Middle Earth was released.

‘Then what will happen to the quest?’

Leeha, forcing down his ominous premonition, asked a question first.

“Do you know anything about Matan’s Shooter?”

“......It’s an old story, a very, very old one.”

The chief deeply inhaled from his pipe and then began to speak. It was a story about the world that could not be found on the Middle Earth website.

The God and the Devil created various races in Middle Earth, they watched the races they created with joy. They were able to enjoy the joy’s of being a creator to their heart’s content.

However, conflict soon arose between races. One of the main reason was that the creators was divided into two, Good and Evil.

They had to hide from Middle Earth. However the Devil didn’t like it.

He felt wonderful that his creations worshipped him.

The Devil, who did not give in to God’s persuasion, proposed a bet. On the condition that the winner’s words will be unconditionally obeyed.

The bet was simple. Because it was meant to show who had the stronger power.

“Ah...”

Right, it was stolen 100 years ago. At that moment, a notification window appeared in front of Leeha.

[Find the lost records of the Dark Elves]

Description: ‘The one who inherited the heroes’ power, can you find our race’s stolen records? Materials containing the wisdom of our ancestors, including the Matan’s Shooter, must be recovered. However, we have already turned our backs to the world and cannot go out to search ourselves....... So please. If you are the descendant of the Matan’s Shooter, no, if you want to be the descendant of the Matan’s Shooter, help us, like the human of legends.’

With 100% intimacy, the dark elf chief is giving you a direct quest.

Content: Return the Dark Elves’ records and compensation including the journal of the Matan’s Shooter

Reward: ??

– Would you like to accept?

‘It’s here.’

From the moment he heard the chief’s story, he had expected it.

From the hidden rewards he hadn’t seen in a long time, to the content of the quest that he actually had to find and return the item. Leeha guessed that the difficulty would not be easy.

“If there is any other information or content related to the Matan’s Shooter, I will let you know. Can you bring them back instead?”

“Where...... Should I go to get it back?”

“......Haaa......”

The chief sighed.

After exhaling for a long and heavy breath, as if he was grieving over the plight of his people, he had difficulty parting his lips.

“His name is Kaztor. A dark elf full of strange curiosity and with a twisted desire since childhood. I think he must have set up a place where the eyes of the other races could not reach, but......”

“It was a long time ago, so you couldn’t be sure.”

“That’s right.”

In the end, this quest meant that Leeha needed to find Kaztor’s lair and retrieve the records from there. Anyway, there was no reason to give up.

Actually, it was not a musketeer’s linked quest.

Leeha calmly pressed the accept button.

“Do you have any idea where Kaztor’s location could be?”

“Even if I did, it would have been 100 years ago, of course, it wouldn’t be there now...”

The chief rose from his seat and moved to the depths of the crypt.

The crypt was so deep that even the light of a candle could not reach it, and the figure of the chief disappeared completely from Leeha’s view.

A rustling sound was heard from the deep darkness, and a moment later, the chief reappeared and now held a small marble in his hand.

“If you use this, you will be able to find traces of him.”

“Is it a crystal ball?”

“Our race is not close to mana, but Kaztor was different. From a young age, thanks to his understanding of mana, and extraordinary dexterity, he used to create strange things. He was smart enough to create something to use if he went missing or was captured by the wood elves. A 7-year-old kid made this while saying that...”

The guy who made this when he was seven-years-old ran away 100 years ago....

Leeha was doubtful whether a crystal ball made 107 years ago would still work, but anyway, he received the item and put it in his bag.

“It doesn’t seem really smart to runaway without realizing that your village still has something that could be used to track him, but anyway. I will make sure to bring it back.”

“Please. The one who inherited the power of the hero. Our clan always repay kindness and enmity. I will never forget you.”

The chief held Leeha’s hand tightly.

Leeha went out of the crypt and to the dark elf village, who welcomed him excessively.

‘I think I have satisfied Browless’ quest now ......”

After walking through the forest toward Siand Frontier, Leeha fiddled with the crystal ball.

All Browless wanted was to hear the legend of Matan’s Shooter from the mouth of the Dark Elves. However, it was not because he wanted to know the story of their birth or the secret of their power, but because he was curious about the Matan’s Shooter during the second Human-Demon war.

‘At least I can be sure with the information I have now. That the Matan’s Shooter during the second Human-Demon war was not a dark elf.’

And that the circumstances of the dark elves and the circumstances that Browless knew were different.

The truth was already different compared to the rumors that the Matan’s Shooter was a dark elf. Since the beginning was different, all informationup to now is bound to diverge.

‘Browless’s quest is already cleared, but the problem is-’

These other quests.

Chasing after Kaztor, who ran away 100 years ago, and finding Fernand, who was wandering around unexplored areas, was nothing short of finding needle in the dessert.

“Phew....... As soon as the sun rises, I’ll have to go the Hell Anvil.”

After logging out at Siand Frontier, Leeha will only log in again after taking a long break and eating.

The sun was rising in Middle Earth, but it was midnight in the real world.