A strange world

Chapter 1142 Chapter 64. Trust, it is as fragile as a shell

"Can you see clearly?"

"Um!"

From this distance, Annan could only see a figure clearly, but to the Elf Ranger, it was so clear that he could see the mud spots on his trouser legs.

"Is there a water source nearby?" Annan asked immediately.

"Yes, but elves will not make themselves so sloppy..."

It's not that elves are all mysophobic, but they do love to be clean.

Annan suddenly became alert and did not act rashly. He just stared at the figure.

…

Vaughan walked among the quiet garden corridors and admired paintings by painters of various races, many of whom he knew.

As we gradually went deeper, by the time of the Elf Calendar, which was more than 3,800 years ago, there were not many human painters left.

At that time, the Elf family was the only one in power, and they also had more leisure to study the ethereal colors of art.

His footsteps stopped at the place 5,400 years ago, which was the time when the first human painting was born: it was a painting of an uneven golden wheat field made by grinding colored ores into powder and using it as pigment. . From today's perspective, it seems unremarkable, but it can be regarded as the first cry of human art.

Well...human art is hard-won, let's just blow up the part that happened ten thousand years ago.

As he was thinking this, his attention fell on a night elf who came into the peripheral vision.

Not all night elves are night elves. After observing that the night elves were just like him, walking around among the oil paintings, Vaughn withdrew his observation.

But when a second night elf appeared and walked quickly this way, Vaughn realized something was wrong.

It's not a coincidence...but how did they find it! ?

Vaughn didn't understand why the elf suddenly became smart...or did he say something? He turned around to run away, but as soon as he took a step, he stumbled.

The air seemed to become thicker, pulling at his soul from all directions.

Aura of weakness! ? when……

Countless vines burst out of the ground and wrapped around Vaughn's lower limbs.

Got it!

Fiona was extremely excited.

It took the whole Shadow team a long time to catch the attacker, but their team only spent one night!

Then, she saw "Kael'thas" suddenly rushing over, grabbing the murderer's collar and asking loudly: "Where is Irilanze!"

The attacker who had not yet recovered from "Oh my god, how could these elves get in my face so quickly?" was stunned.

"Wha...what?"

"I said, where is Yrilanze!"

"I don't know any Irelanze."

"The elf archmage who used transformation to approach you!"

"You mean she..." Vaughn said suddenly, "Who is she to you, a lover, a relative? Why should I tell you-"

"Cough-vomit!"

Annan spat on Vaughan's face, and the lifelike elf face suddenly froze.

"You...you..."

"Kael'thas, we will interrogate him." Fiona signaled Annan to calm down.

Vaughan showed a sneer: "I won't tell you anything."

During Fiona's plea, Annan let go of Vaughn and breathed out: "It's fine if he reveals it. If not...can you give me his soul?"

"What do you want to do?" the elf mage asked.

"I have an undead friend who is good at torturing souls. If it were it, I would like to cut this guy's soul into 1024 pieces, and each piece of soul can experience death once."

Vaughn held his breath, while Fiona said relievedly: "I can't make the decision, but you can talk to Elder Theran."

"I got it." Annan stared at Vaughn: "The road from here to the dark night is your last chance."

The elf mage searched Vaughn's body and found the magic ring hidden in his pocket. But there was nothing inside except a bunch of magic scrolls and stone tablets, and there was nothing to prove his identity.

It appeared that the attacker's belongings were in the hiding place.

Annan looked around to make sure there were no accomplices hiding nearby, and led the people into the dark night.

Fiona was still exploring the way ahead, the mage escorted, and Annan and the elf captain escorted the attackers.

"Where is this place?" Annan couldn't help but ask as he looked at the surrounding area becoming more and more remote.

"shortcut."

"Do many people know about it?"

"Everyone in the dark night knows..."

"Choose another way." Annan said decisively.

"This is Evanus..." Fiona wanted to say that she didn't need to be so vigilant, but she still chose to listen to Annan.

…

"Ridel, you are a little strange these days..."

In the dark night tree house, the female elf ranger asked her companions with concern.

"Sorry, Leona, I want to catch the murderer so much..."

"Ridel" came back to his senses and showed an apologetic smile.

Looking at the familiar smile, Leona felt relieved and said with shyness on her cheeks: "Our coming-of-age ceremony will be in two years, and we can get married by then..."

"Ridel" smiled and looked at Leona tenderly: "Okay, I look forward to that day."

"I……"

Leona was about to speak when she suddenly seemed to be sane and stood there in a daze.

A bard with a lute hanging from his body and a felt hat came out of the door.

"How can you bear to deceive a woman who longs to be with her partner like this?"

"Ridel"'s eyes suddenly shrank into pinholes, and regardless of the risk of exposure, the scepter handle was shortened and appeared in his hand.

"Don't be nervous, lost child, I just came to remind you that your 'butler' was caught..."

"Vaughn? What happened to him?"

"Your new friend, Annan Reeves, caught him."

"He's not..."

Prince Aidan stopped talking. With that guy's charm and ability, it couldn't be easier to figure out...

In comparison, he was more concerned about who the bard in front of him was.

"Who are you?"

"I'm just a passing bard."

"Why are you helping me?"

"Helping you? Not really, I'm just reminding you along the way."

Prince Aidan refused to give up: "Then why did you remind me?"

The bard stood sideways as if he were in a tavern, whispering in an aria tone: "I'm very interested in your ideal country. A pure land without order... Isn't that chaos?"

"Don't compare me to the bugs in the abyss." Prince Aidan said disgustedly: "You are addicted to the joy of chaos, and I just want to break the shackles of order."

The bard smiled indifferently: "One day, you will realize that the freedom you pursue is no different from chaos... At that time, I will appear in front of you again..."

Amid the soothing sound of the piano, the bard gradually disappeared.

"Hmm..."

Leona, who woke up slowly, hummed softly.

Prince Aidan put away the handle of the scepter and suppressed his inner uneasiness.

It's just a mysterious minion of chaos...

The more important thing now is to rescue Vaughn who was captured, and be prepared for him to reveal himself...

Annan's figure appeared in my mind, it seems that I am going to lose a friend.

So trust, it is as fragile as a shell...