"I saw a naked elf!"
Roland: Huh?
I'm not sleepy when you say that … No, why is there a naked elf in this town?
Also, is this elf a man or a woman?
Roland looked a little confused.
He was here to find the enemy of the Goddess of Magic, and that place also looked like a former sealed place.
But the question was … why would an elf jump out?
What he was dealing with was a human Mage from hundreds of years ago.
The kind that could almost beat Mystra to death.
Was he mistaken, and this wasn't a sealed place?
The Magician was sealed somewhere else?
Looking at Roland's slightly confused expression, Polisila said, "That male elf had a great figure, especially that whip, which was obviously a lot bigger than my husband's. Unfortunately, it was too dark last night and I couldn't see his face clearly. "
Roland was speechless.
The elves were notoriously slender, including the men.
This could only mean that her husband was really too small.
Roland didn't want to listen to this stuff and asked, "What happened to the elf?"
"Disappeared." Polisila sighed regretfully. "I'm just a magic apprentice, and even now I can't use magic other than Hand of Magic. How could I dare block the path of an elf?"
This was the truth.
Because of the elves' long lifespans, even commoners had the ability to cast spells.
The best time for humans to learn was between the ages of six and thirty.
But the elves were at the best learning age throughout their lives.
So an adult elf, even a commoner, was much, much stronger than an ordinary human.
Not to mention those elven professionals.
"Roughly which direction did he go?" Roland asked again.
Polisila shook her head. "He disappeared with a whoosh. I couldn't see him. "
It seemed that such a question was indeed difficult for a magic apprentice.
Roland left the potion shop and went to the area near the sealed yellow mud field again.
He spread out his mental power and perception for a detailed, serious scan.
Finally, he found something wrong again.
He saw a few pottery objects in a secret compartment underground.
Using Stone to Mud, he opened up the ground, then manipulated Hand of Magic to take out these pottery objects and open the lids one by one.
Roland then saw that they were filled with fresh blood.
In Roland's system interface, this was what it said.
Item: Elven Blood Modified by Magic (Epic)
Effect: If consumed by an ordinary person, it will increase their lifespan by a certain amount. The specific increase was determined by the user's physique and whether or not the user had a hidden bloodline.
Roland was stunned.
It was obvious that this was not an ordinary item. Why hadn't they discovered it before?
He carefully examined the surface of the pottery and found that there were subtle traces of magic arrays. Then, he examined it again and found that it was a Concealment Magic Array.
Karma could make people unknowingly ignore it and pretend that they didn't see it.
In the beginning, Roland also followed the path.
However, his spiritual power was very high, and he was very serious this time, which was why he found these things.
"Good stuff."
Roland stored the pots in his Backpack.
In the game, anything that could increase one's lifespan was good, mainly because it could be sold for money.
This kind of thing didn't mean much to players.
This was because the upper limit of a profession's HP would also increase as their strength increased.
Roland was now a Master Mage, and the system showed that his lifespan in the game was already 273 years.
These things could be sold to the NPCs in the game and made a lot of money.
And they could also be given to Vivian and Stephanie to use.
The two of them probably didn't have long lifespans.
Andonara didn't need these things. Her life force was even a lot higher than Roland's.
He then circled around the sealed place a few times and finally took out a straight stick from his Backpack and stuck it into the mud.
[Wish: Point out the direction of the elves who left this sealed land.]
The stick fell to the west with a thud.
Roland's body swayed slightly. The negative price of Lesser Benediction came as expected, but it was blocked by Roland's mental power and magic power, and it didn't have any effect.
It was a completely different experience from reality.
Once again, it proved how weak Roland's body was in reality.
White Cloud Floating carried his body into the air and then flew along the west.
He had already spread out his mental power in the air, floating at a low altitude of about thirty meters, using his mental power to search every blade of grass and every tree below.
He had a feeling that the elf who had disappeared would bring him a big surprise.
Just like that, he kept flying west. About two hours later, he landed on the ground, used Lesser Benediction again to find the direction of the elf, then slightly adjusted his direction and continued flying forward.
Roland's upper limit of magic power was too exaggerated in the eyes of people of the same level. He flew all the way and searched with his mental power, and after several hours, his mana hadn't dropped below fifty percent.
Then in the evening, he finally caught up with his target.
An elf with a simple wooden bow, a naked upper body, with a circle of leaves around his waist, was running wildly.
At that time, Roland's mental tentacles had already wrapped around the vicinity.
This elf was obviously a professional, and the kind that practiced dual cultivation.
When Roland's mental tentacles approached, he noticed it for the first time, then turned around and ran backward.
Following the direction of the mental tentacles, he soon saw the white cloud chasing him in the air.
"Mage!"
The male elf's face twisted as he backed up and shouted into the air, then he pulled his simple wooden bow.
Although there was no arrow, the moment he pulled the bowstring, a green arrow had already come out, then whizzed into the air and curved.
The bow and arrow pierced the white cloud, but without a sound.
It was as if it had been swallowed by something.
The elf's face turned cold, then he turned around and ran forward desperately, so fast that even the leaves around his waist fell off, leaving afterimages behind.
But it was still useless.
Several huge Hands of Magic floated down from the air, easily catching up to him and pinning the elf to the ground.
"Let go of me, you despicable Mage." The male elf struggled hard. "My people will come to save me, you're dead, the Druids will never give up on a lost person."
He struggled hard.
It seemed that he would rather not give in.
Roland slowly descended from the air and looked down at him. "I just have a few questions to ask you, don't be afraid."
Huh?
The elf also stopped struggling.
He saw Roland's appearance and froze. "You're not that demon?"
"Of course not, and I don't know who the demon you're talking about is." To show his stance, Roland cast Healing, Calming, and several other support spells on him. "So you don't have to be so afraid."
The elf stopped struggling, and Roland snapped his fingers, making several Hands of Magic disappear.
The elf stood up, patted his naked body, and finally looked at Roland and said, "I sense the scent of my kind on you."
"I'm barely a half-elf." Roland smiled.
He did have elven blood in him, after all, that was the requirement for the Sword Dancer's advancement.
The elf sighed in relief, slumped to the ground, then hugged his legs and cried. "Great, great, it's one of us, I don't have to be mistreated."
He cried bitterly.
Roland took out spare clothes from his Backpack and threw them in front of the elf, then took out some dry food and clean water.
The male elf put on his clothes and said, "My name is Saimos."
Then he held the dry food and water and gulped it down, tears in his eyes.
Roland waited quietly on the sidelines.
About five or six minutes later, the male elf finished eating the food in his hand and then looked at Roland with an expectant look, as if wanting more.
Roland said, "Saimos, it's not that I don't want to give you something to eat, but you seem to have been hungry for a long time, and if you eat too much, you'll easily burst your stomach."
"Well, there is indeed such a saying." Saimos rubbed his belly, then he stood up, placed his left hand on his right chest, bowed to Roland, and said, "Thank you, my wandering clansman, for giving me so much help. Just now you said you had something to ask me, so please feel free to ask, I know and will answer you. "
The elves were more trusting of their own people, or those with their own ethnic bloodline.
Roland smiled and asked, "I'm curious as to why you're in this area naked. And looking so down and out. "
"I was caught, he's a human Mage." Saimos recalled his previous experience, and there was obvious timidity in his eyes. "He's not an ordinary Mage, he's very, very strong. I don't have any power to fight back in front of him, just like in front of you. "
"What does he look like?"
"Blond hair and blue eyes." Saimos looked at Roland. "Just like you."
"What's his purpose in capturing you?"
"To use my pure elven blood to make an alchemical potion." Saimos folded his hands together. "He uses evil magic to draw a certain amount of blood from my body every day, making me weak but not killing me. He also gives me something to eat every day, but it's not much, just enough to keep me alive. "
Roland frowned.
Saimos continued, "Keeping them underground, because there's no light, I don't even know how much time has passed. Over there, every second that passes is like a long day for me. "
"He just drew your blood?" Roland asked. "Didn't he do anything else?"
"Isn't that enough?" Saimos asked rhetorically. "It's terrible torture to imprison a hunter who yearns for the wind and freedom in the dark underground."
Roland waved his hand. "I didn't mean that. I was asking, didn't he abuse you?"
"Physical abuse, that's not it."
"When were you captured?" Roland asked. "I know you don't have a sense of time when you're locked up, but it's July of the Starfire Year of Fareins."
Saimos froze for a moment. "I came here in May of the Starfire Year."
That was only two months!
"So it's only been two months. I thought twenty years had passed." Saimos wanted to cry again.
"You go back to the Elf Forest first." Roland took out some more rations and water and handed them to the other man, and gave him a longsword. "This isn't far from the Elf Forest."
Hunters also had good melee abilities.
Saimos took the longsword. "Thank you, clansman. What's your name?"
"Roland."
Saimos committed the name to memory, then turned and left quickly.
He was really afraid of being caught again.
If he returned to the Elf Forest safely, he probably wouldn't want to come out to play in the human world for decades.
Roland, on the other hand, returned to the town and came to the seal again.
It was already night. He thought about it and put the pottery jars back.
Then he hid himself and waited quietly.
On the first day and the second day, there were no signs.
Occasionally, a townspeople would come over with a shovel to dig something, but they looked like ordinary people, and after digging for a long time with a shovel, they didn't dig a pit ten meters deep.
It wasn't until the third night, when the moon was high and the wind was dark, that Roland finally found the person he was waiting for.
A golden-haired, blue-eyed young magician arrived at the sealed area.
But as soon as he approached, he stopped again, looked at the place where Roland was hiding, and shouted, "Who are you?"
Roland came out of the darkness, looked at the other man, and asked, "Jabezo?"
The man took a deep look at Roland, then immediately turned and left.
Roland was about to chase after him when he saw that the other man's body suddenly became transparent, and there were some strange images around him.
For example, the phantom of trees, and a black stone trail that didn't exist in the town.
It was as if the man had gone to another world.
In fact, this was normal.
This was a compound spell of spatial magic and illusion magic.
Alternate World Walk.
It was a very strong skill, but it had a lot of luck to it.
One could escape to another plane at any time, but it wasn't a hundred percent certain that they would appear in a safe place. They could also appear in the ocean or in a swamp. Everything was random.
Furthermore, he couldn't guarantee where he would appear after returning from another plane.
The randomness was too great for the average Mage to use.
Even Roland was the same.
He didn't expect this man to be so decisive.
After escaping into another plane, the other person's figure would soon disappear from the main plane, and to find him, one would have to enter the same plane as the other person.
Roland didn't chase after him. He couldn't find him. After entering another plane, the person's situation would only appear for the first few seconds.
Then it was as if the person had disappeared into another plane.
Even Roland couldn't pull this man out of his alternate world walk state.
It was because the other person was too vigilant.
He took out a small stick from his backpack again and used Lesser Benediction.
As a result … this time he had a nosebleed, and the stick was still standing, unchanged.
Roland sighed. He returned to Old Beckrum's house and rested for the night.
As a result, when the game time restarted the next day, Roland came down from the third floor.
He saw a silver-haired old woman acting coquettishly to Old Beckrum.
"I want to drink wine. You haven't given me one in half a year."
When the old woman spoke, she gave off a strange feeling. Maybe it was because her voice was too young.
"I'll go buy it right now." Old Beckrum stood up.
Roland also followed Old Beckrum all the way out of the house, and as he went out, the former asked, "Do you know that an elf came here two months ago?"
"There was one, but then he inexplicably disappeared, and no one could find him."
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