A strange world

Chapter 1138 Chapter 60. Stimulation 1002

"Do you know that the royal court is sitting back and watching the attackers destroy everything?"

Tedder was silent for a long time this time: "How did you find out?"

"You have let the attackers wreak havoc for too long. This can only mean two things: either the Royal Court is too weak to even catch the attackers, or you have deliberately allowed them to cause trouble."

"As for the reason... is it the plan of the conservatives in the royal court? To make the elves hostile to outsiders again. I even suspect that the attackers are your own people..."

"No, they are indeed people from outside."

"Is this so..."

Tedder chose to reveal part of the secret: "They can no longer hold on any longer. The more damage the attackers cause in the royal court, the greater the resentment against them in the royal court."

So from a certain perspective, Annan, who suddenly intervened, actually helped the elderly faction.

Tedder is the leader of the Youth Faction, but she sides with Annan.

Annan carefully recalled the dispute between the two factions and whispered: "I thought the elves were a group of beautiful, innocent, peace-loving beings who would not have any rights to fight."

"We are indeed peace-loving, but naivety... is impossible."

After all, they were the overlords in the past that lasted for 40,000 years.

"I have only one request," Annan said.

"What?"

"Rescue Irilanze. She shouldn't be the 'price'."

"I will try my best to find her..."

Annan was not satisfied with Tedder's answer, but there was indeed a limit to what she could do.

Putting away the leaves of the World Tree, Annan looked at the quiet cell that looked like a study.

If Annan's journey were a novel, it would definitely use dungeons to advance the plot.

If Annan's life were a story, it would be a story about dungeons and escape from them.

Leave it to the Elven Court? Annan never gave up.

Who knows if the Old Faction will take Irelanze as a price.

Perhaps in their eyes, not having elves would be a price - anyway, after the elves die, their souls will return to the World Tree and start over.

But to Annan, when Yirelanze died, he was truly dead. Even if her soul is reborn, it will no longer be the familiar elf mentor...

Annan took out the tool he had secretly hidden from the elf warden when he was not paying attention: a spoon from his pocket.

Elf dungeons are made of wood, which is easier to dig than stone. If the giant tree doesn't respond, a passage out should be dug out within a few months.

But the celebration was long over by then.

Activate the talisman?

But I'm afraid that as soon as I do this, "Dark Night" will know about it, and it may intensify the conflict.

Annan thoughtfully picked up the branch of the ancient tree of wisdom that the night elf had hinted at him earlier.

Zhizhi...

At this time, a faint cry came from the corner, and Annan followed the sound and looked at the black figure that appeared in the corner.

mouse?

It's normal to have rats in dungeons, but it's not normal in elven dungeons...

Annan watched as a black shadow crawled out from the corner, stayed in the fluorescent light, and stood upright towards Annan.

"Are you the Rat King's spy?" Annan asked softly.

"Zhizhi..."

It called a few times, but Annan, who was proficient in rat-human language, could barely understand it.

It says know the way out.

"Where?"

The black mouse started running, squeezing out the gaps between the tree roots, turning around and "squeaking" to urge Annan.

"I can't get out..."

Annan's words suddenly stopped, and he tentatively stretched the branches of the ancient tree of wisdom towards the roots.

As the branches tap lightly, the fixed tree roots suddenly twist and evade as if being itched, forming an arc-shaped gap.

Seeing that it was really useful, Annan rubbed a branch along the root of the tree to open an arch that could be drilled through.

Stepping out of the cell, Annan looked back at the cell where he had only been in for a few minutes, vaguely aware that Dark Night seemed dissatisfied with the reaction of the conservatives.

"Follow..."

The black mouse ran forward, and Annan followed closely behind it.

There was a fork in the road ahead, and Black Mouse rushed straight over, followed by Annan. As soon as he stepped out, he found a guard guarding the other end of the fork, and quickly retreated to the corner.

After a while, Annan stuck his head out to observe. The elf guard in the fork in the road didn't seem to notice and looked ahead.

Annan was still waiting for him to turn around, when footsteps suddenly came from behind.

He turned around and bumped into two patrolling elf guards.

Trouble...

Annan clenched the branches of the ancient tree of wisdom, stared at them and quickly thought of excuses, and then saw the two elves looking at each other and turning around without looking back, as if they had made some kind of determination.

"This way..."

The squeaking black mouse left Annan no time to think about what was going on. He took a deep breath and rushed past the fork-in-the-road elf guard—

Nothing happened.

The black mouse continued to run forward, Annan following behind:

"Wait a minute, do you know where my ring is?"

"Zhizhi?"

"Yes, the magic ring."

The black mouse stood upright and sniffed, as if to identify the direction, and then ran in one direction.

Annan followed closely and stopped outside an empty room dozens of seconds later.

In the corner, Annan and Black Mouse quietly poked their heads out.

The elf warden who sent Annan was sitting at the root table, holding a book.

Annan's ruby ​​ring is on the table.

Annan could not get the ring without alerting the Elven Warden. But remembering what he saw on the way to escape, he decided to take a risk...

Stepping over the black rat's head, Annan walked towards the Elf Warden. He didn't even raise his head, only occasionally heard the sound of turning pages.

Annan walked close to him, and even deliberately walked back and forth in front of him. The Elf Warden still lowered his head, as if there was an Annan Reeves in the book.

Annan stretched out his hand towards the table.

Swish--

The action of turning the pages of the book made Annan pause, and then he continued to stretch out his hand.

"Ahem..."

The Elf Warden coughed.

"My things are all in the ring..." Annan lowered his voice.

The Elf Warden sighed helplessly, raised his head, covered his face with the book, and soon snored.

Annan took the opportunity to stretch his arm and grabbed the magic ring.

"Thank you..."

After putting on the magic ring, Annan whispered, turned back and joined the black rat, and ran out.

When Annan realized that "Dark Night" was deliberately letting him go, he stopped hiding, and the road ahead was unobstructed.

A few minutes later, the stairs extending upward appeared in front of him.

The black rat stopped in front of a step that was much higher than it stood, and looked back at Annan.

Annan picked it up, put it on his shoulder without any disgust, stepped onto the steps, and ran towards the light at the end of the exit.

In the open space in front of the Dark Night Tree, dozens of night elves welcomed Elder Samael Nightsong who had returned from the Flower Garden.

Samael Nightsong was talking to everyone, and at this time, they heard hurried footsteps.

Samael Nightsong and the night elves looked up and looked at Annan, who had just rushed out of the dungeon and was still standing there with a smile on his face.