A strange world

Chapter 1150 Section 72. Enemy

"Hiss..."

Not long after, a suppressed groan of pain came from under the wings of the elven dragon.

Annan crawled out with blood on his mouth. He first checked the condition of the elven dragon. After all, it was an extraordinary life, and its injuries were not serious. It was still struggling to get up.

Annan told it not to move, and got up. Regardless of the crushed grass juice and mud all over his body, he complained to Prince Aidan above his head: "Is this how you treat your friends who come to you?"

Annan, who pretended to be nothing, sank to the bottom of his heart... The amulet did not respond, and the surroundings were forbidden to magic?

His protection was impeccable, even the monarch of a country could not gather so many protections. But he was only afraid of one thing-forbidden magic.

But forbidden magic is also the nemesis of all spellcasters.

Prince Aidan lowered his eyes and looked at Annan, who pretended to be dissatisfied, and he should have withdrawn his killing intentions towards the enemy bit by bit.

"I told you to stay in the Messenger Village."

"I wanted to, but your brother insisted that I come to you." Annan hid his inner emotions and raised the mithril necklace: "You really don't want to consider it again?"

"It's too late."

"How can it be too late? You are a prince. I will take you back now. The kingdom will help you hide the evidence-"

"Because it has already begun."

Annan was slightly startled, and then looked around.

There was no inexplicable fire and roar, and no elves noticed the movement here and approached. Prince Aidan had plenty of time to talk to Annan... and to kill him.

"Your brother told me a lot, your ideas, your ideal country..."

"What do you think?"

"Again, it's too extreme." Annan shook his head.

"Knowing the ending of Lost Town, do you still think so?" Prince Aidan no longer had the intention to kill Annan.

"These are two different things. We all know who the real murderer is. And you have too much prejudice against order."

"Bias?"

"Have you seen real despair? I have. I come from the North, which has become a paradise for ratmen and demons.

The endless tide of rats surged like waves, and the cracked earth spewed out terrifying flames. There, life is worthless, and the smallest order is a luxury.

And the Kingdom of Paem is in Wilhelm, and it is still under the jurisdiction of the Thirteenth High King... How bad can it be?

"Let me tell you a story, Annan." Prince Aidan said softly: "One day, a rich man and a beggar rode in a carriage. The rich man sighed, and the beggar asked him what was wrong. The rich man said: 'I am too troubled. 'The beggar didn't believe it, and he said: 'You have food to eat, clothes to wear, money and a place to live, how can you be troubled? I really envy you. '"

"The rich man replied, 'Why not be troubled? We are distressed because our desires are not satisfied, but your current distress can be satisfied with money. When you are as rich as me, you will have the same distress. '"

Annan thought: "So at the end of the story, the rich continue to be distressed, and the beggars still don't understand the distress of the rich?"

"Who knows."

This may happen in the future Free City.

After the citizens who have escaped poverty and no longer worry about survival, they will inevitably think about higher-level issues. They will be confused and go astray, so they need guidance... But at least in a few decades, this will not happen.

Annan didn't want to argue with Prince Aidan about this: "Do you know how many people will die if you do this?"

He lowered his eyes, as if he was a statue without emotions: "The history of human rise is a history of killing."

Realizing that he could not persuade Prince Aidan and had no chance to control him, Annan changed his words: "Then, can you give Irelanze to me for the sake of friendship?"

"Look, don't you only care about the people and things you care about? "Prince Aidan shook his head and chuckled: "We all know that even if I return her to you, you will not give up... So let me continue to hold her as a hostage."

"You are too despicable."

"Better than executioner." Prince Aidan didn't care.

Annan took a deep breath and deliberately provoked: "Then I can only continue to chase you until you change your mind."

Sure enough, Prince Aidan frowned and said with humiliation: "Do you really think you can catch me? If I hadn't shown up on my own initiative, you would still be led by the nose like a dog..."

"Are you talking about cows?"

"What?" Prince Aidan was slightly stunned.

"Farmers will put iron rings on the noses of cows, so that the cows will be led by the noses. Have you never seen cows? "

The murderous intent that had just risen in him faded away again, and he stretched out his palm towards Annan.

The mithril necklace in Annan's hand was suddenly forcibly taken away by a force and fell into Prince Aidan's hands.

There is no going back...

As if saying goodbye to his past self, he slowly raised his hand and gently and firmly crushed the mithril necklace into pieces.

The shattered fragments crossed Prince Aidan's cheek and cut off a strand of golden hair, each of which reflected his cold face.

"That's it. Don't follow me again, I can't guarantee that I will..."

"Will I kill you?"

The top of Rudolf's Eye lit up, and as the strong light flashed, Prince Aidan's figure disappeared, and everything returned to silence.

Feeling the magic power in the air filling up again, Annan gasped like a drowning man being saved.

Annan no longer doubted whether Prince Aidan could do it... For the sake of his ideal, he could plunge the kingdom that raised him into war, let alone a newly... newly made friend.

Retracting his gaze, Annan rushed over to the patch of grass where the mithril necklace was scattered, and rummaged in the grass for a while.

Mithril is a good thing, and 1,000 pounds of gold coins cannot be exchanged for 1 pound of mithril.

After collecting the mithril necklace that was broken into dozens of pieces, I am afraid there is no possibility of recovery...

Giving up is impossible. Irilanze has not been found yet. Annan can only continue... or cooperate with the Elf King's Court?

But what information can I give to help the King's Court?

Tell the King's Court the truth?

That may prevent the start of the war, but the kingdom will not thank me, and the elf mentor cannot be saved.

No...

Annan suddenly realized a problem... Since Aidan doesn't care about the casualties of the kingdom and the elves... How can he avenge the Lost Village that has nothing to do with him?

...

"The elves who participated in the original decision have been protected."

In the Elf Flower Court, the elders gathered in front of the flower pond to discuss the arrangements made.

At some point, the ears of a wind elf elder trembled and walked out of the flower court.

She saw the elf guards stopping a human.

"What happened?"

"That Annan Reeves is here."

"Send someone to send him back to the Messenger Village."

The entire Elders' Council was busy, and she had no time to fool around with a human boy.

Before she could go back, Annan forced his way in and shouted at her through the elf guards: "That was a cover! He didn't want to avenge Lost Village at all! His real target is someone else!"