Lord of the Mysteries v6c35 - Tencent MTL

The withered yellow vines hung down, covering the decaying wooden buildings, and the whole ruins were frozen in the dreariness that no one had set foot on for a long time.

Alger and several sailors made a small circle in the ruins in the depressed winter environment, but still found nothing of value.

"Captain, there have been batch after group of adventurers here. What else can you give us?" Finally, a sailor in his thirties broke the silence with impatience.

This resonated with the rest of his companions, echoing one after another:

"what we didn't take long to find out, it must be easy for others to find it."

"Yes, let's continue to do the Fossacks!"

"Captain, are you trying to turn this place into a stronghold?"

Alger slowly swept around and made the sailors stop complaining under his eyes and choose to obey.

After several seconds of silence, he said:

"I'm going to use this place to ambush the Fossacks.

"Let's first look at the terrain to see if it is suitable."

With such an excuse, the sailors reluctantly cheered up, and the party soon entered the depths of the elven ruins.

As he walked, Alger's inspiration was suddenly touched, and subconsciously he looked sideways at the back of a giant tree.

The soil there shows some signs of turning over, and it won't last more than a year.

Alger withdrew his eyes, pretended not to find anything wrong, and naturally looked somewhere else.

After exploring the elven ruins, they returned all the way to the new camp.

By this time, it was almost evening, and it was getting colder and colder in the forest, and after dinner with the sailors, Alger left two patrols and went into different tents.

The cold wind swayed through the trees and shook the bonfire. Alger, who had wanted to leave the camp in the middle of the night, suddenly heard a distant song.

The song was ethereal and ethereal, like a lady singing softly, telling her inner sorrow.

This made Alger unconsciously recall the past, his mother, who had passed away for many years, and his bullied childhood.

Unspeakable sadness rushed to the bottom of his heart, so that he did not wake up immediately, but waited for several seconds before he suddenly sat up, frowned and listened.

This time, he heard nothing, and the melodious song never seemed to appear.

Alger narrowed his eyes, grabbed his thick jacket, walked out of the tent and came to the bonfire.

The two sailors in charge of the night watch have just finished a round of patrol and are taking warmth there.

"did you find anything unusual?" Alger asked quietly.

Two strong sailors shook their heads at the same time:

"No."

Alger relaxed his brow a little, turned his body, and planned to take a tour on his own.

Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a situation:

The two sailors were too close together.

If they are ordinary pirates, there is no problem, but Alger's men are all sailors who have been formally trained by the Storm Church, and they must know that in this environment, the patrols should keep a certain distance, neither far nor close, and be able to see their companions. and to prevent being taken away by an attack at the same time.

Alger took two steps quietly and asked carelessly:

"did you find anything normal?"

He changed the previous question to make it very strange.

The two strong sailors shook their heads in different order and replied with the same expression:

"No."

No, no. Alger nodded gently with a slight look of relief.

"very good."

He immediately turned around and walked slowly into his tent.

As soon as the eyes from the sailors were cut off, Alger suddenly pulled out the "highly poisonous Blade" and "Stone Ghost glasses" and opened his mouth to sing a song.

Just then, the ethereal sad song appeared again, reverberating in Alger's ear and piercing his spirit.

This is an extraordinarily old ballad, singing the extreme sadness and melancholy, so that Alger's spirit seems to grow pale and nihilistic arms, constantly tearing himself.

Alger's expression twisted, the surface of the skin highlighted a piece of slippery light black fish scales, messy as seaweed dark blue hair stood up one after another, all became unusually stout.

The thought that originally existed in his mind was disturbed by the song, interrupted by the pain, and could no longer be formed.

Alger fell down, struggling on the ground, wriggling, less and less like a human, about to get out of control.

Suddenly, the song stopped, and a slightly indifferent voice came into Alger's ear:

"there are some elven blood.

"that's it, then, and make good use of the extraordinary characteristics of Shaitas."

Alger got up slowly with a cold sweat on his forehead and saw a figure in the tent at some point.

This is a woman with bright black hair, exquisite facial features, pointed ears, deep eyes, soft contours, wearing a complicated and simple dress, even if she has no advantage in height, she still feels condescending.

". Are you the queen of elves, the queen of the scourge, Goshinam? " Alger asked voluntarily in a flash of thought.

The woman played with a beautifully patterned golden wine glass and said blandly:

"haven't you already met me?"

Alger remembered the similar songs he heard on the island of Pasu, the dream of entering the undersea coral palace and seeing a superior elf.

"I can't believe you're still alive." After a few seconds of silence, Alger murmured.

At the same time, he quietly recited the honorable name of Mr. Fool in his heart, but he didn't know if it was useful not to pronounce his voice.

The woman with black hair in a high bun responded with the same expression:

"it is very difficult for an angel to fall without meeting an enemy."

"then why do you split the features and put yourself in a strange state and have to wait for the opportunity to come back to life?" Alger, who had learned about the situation in the Tarot meeting, asked, on the one hand, curiosity and procrastination on the other.

The elf woman of Goshenam, the suspected "queen of the scourge", gave a "hum":

"because the throne of the storm was occupied by Leodrow, and I was powerless to resist the tyrant.

"also, there are fewer and fewer elves, and my anchor is becoming more and more unstable."

Others may not know who Leodrow is, but Alger knows it very well and dares not continue the topic in the real world at all.

Just when he wanted to ask the "scourge queen" Goshenam for the purpose of coming here, the elf queen had taken the initiative to say:

"do you want to be a demigod?"

He wants to resurrect through my body? He wants to use promotion sequence 4 to gain divinity as bait to erode me? While Alger was moved, one question after another came into his mind.

Considering that Mr. Fool can purify all kinds of pollution, Alger keenly felt that this was an opportunity.

This reminded him of a term once put forward by Rossell the Great:

Sugar-coated bullets!

Now, there is a good chance that he will swallow the sugar coating and throw back the cannonball.

"what do you want me to do?" Alger did not show too much eagerness and asked questions according to his own character.

Goshenam, the queen of the scourge, examined him for a few seconds and said:

"when you have the right and opportunity to get in touch with the Book of Natural disasters, take something out of it that no one else will notice and take it to the West."

The western continent. The legendary hometown of elves? Alger frowned slightly and said:

"hasn't the West disappeared?"

Gossinam said at the corner of his mouth:

"since it disappears, it will reappear.

"when the end comes, it will definitely come back."

Without waiting for Alger to ask again, the elf queen paused and said:

"you don't have to send it to the West yourself, but you have to entrust someone who can be trusted. I'm not good at cursing, but I can still make you die in pain after breaking your agreement."

"but what if the West does not reappear, or cannot enter?" Alger thought for a moment.

The light in Gaoshenam's eyes, with dark hair and soft facial features, seemed to be trapped in some good memories.

After a few seconds, she spoke gently and said:

"if it really does not reappear, the agreement will be annulled.

"you may really need a mantra or password to enter the West, but I don't know what it is, but you can ask a presence."

"who is it?" Alger asked doubtfully.

Goshenam glanced at him and said coldly:

"the 'fool' you just recited in your mind.

"I have a hunch that he is the key to whether this can be done or not."

With a strain in his heart, Alger bowed his head and responded:

"I see."

Seeing this, Goshenam, the queen of the scourge, nodded gently:

"if you want to be a demigod, keep this promise, and when the sun rises, go to the elf relic."

When the sound fell, the figure of the elf queen quickly disappeared, like the illusion often seen in the sea and desert.

Alger suddenly opened his eyes and found himself lying in the tent, just waking up.

His memory was a little confused, but he quickly straightened out the relationship:

He and his sailors had just found out where an elf relic was, and had not yet had time to explore it.

The previous "exploration", singing, sailor changes, "natural disaster" appearance and dialogue are all just a dream!

No wonder I was so careless. Knowing that he might encounter a "scourge queen", he did not pray to the "fool" in advance. The "scourge queen" relies on the angel personality to create this real dream? Or, she holds the corresponding seal, even if it exists in a special state, there is a way to borrow power? Alger listened to the movement outside the tent and found that everything was all right.

He immediately sat down and prayed piously to Mr. Fool.

In twenty or thirty seconds, Alger came to the fog and saw Mr. Fool sitting at the top of the long mottled table.

"did you meet Goshenam?" After the "upside-down hanger" asked, the "fool" Klein spoke casually.

"upside down," Alger replied rigorously:

"Yes, but I'm not sure it's the Elf Queen."