Crown of Chaos

"Elves like devils?"

The chat between the two adventurers quickly attracted everyone's attention, and someone shouted: "Hey, buddy, are you bragging? We haven't seen elves before, and tieflings, everyone has heard of them, but I don’t believe in elves who look like devils!”

"Alma is definitely dazzled. He must have mistaken tieflings for elves."

People were talking a lot.

"I don't know if you read it right." The adventurer who first raised the topic became anxious. He motioned for everyone to listen to him first: "But, but, Alma said, after those elves leave, He made a small fortune in that place. Each of these elves were extremely rich, with gold, silver, and large pearls thrown around. Alma made a fortune that day, and he just stayed with them. After searching the place, I found something worth dozens of gold coins!"

"Wow, really?"

"As expected of elves, all of them are extremely rich."

"Damn it, Taimora, this kid Alma is really lucky."

Sure enough, the mercenary adventurers' attention was diverted within a few seconds, and they were all salivating at the good luck of others.

Until someone noticed that Aaron was listening to them, a fat mercenary at the head turned to give Aaron an apologetic smile. He had an ax and a sword hanging on his left waist, and a scimitar hanging on his right waist. A large number of things hung up and down, clinking cups, daggers, mallets, and other gadgets, like a moving arsenal.

He had a thick beard and a ferocious look on his face. He wanted to ask "Where is Alma now?" but noticed that Aaron was listening and forcefully swallowed the words: "You guys, please keep your voice down. Dozens of gold coins?" Such a trivial matter makes His Excellency the King Maker laugh."

"My name is Glenn, and I am the leader of the Black Bear Regiment. I plan to go to the Moon Sea to see if there is any work that can be done. This is Basnaji, my deputy. I would like to ask, Lord King, if you are planning to go to Myth." Zhuo Nuo?"

Aaron thought that although the cultural level of this group of mercenaries was not very high, they were full of cunning. His questions contained a lot of probing meaning. As long as Aaron answered, they would be able to get some valuable information.

"Nice to meet you, Glenn. I'm Aaron Salian. It's a good thing to get money and it's worth celebrating." Aaron's answer was perfect. He continued to eat and cleverly changed the topic to the mercenaries. : "By the way, I just met a group of bandits in the wild today. They have some vicious dogs that are troublesome. Do you have any clues?"

"It's really not safe in the wild recently, Your Majesty the Kingmaker." Before the mercenaries could answer, several farmers immediately started talking: "A passing caravan was attacked just now. Have you seen it?"

"Yes, I saw it." Aaron nodded.

"Hey, you short-sighted farmers, I want to see if those wolves run into your land, how can you use plows to drive them away, huh?" the mercenaries laughed.

"What we do is our business, and you, mercenaries, I think you probably don't know what 'honesty' is, right?" A farmer mocked: "Everyone in the valley knows that the elven forest never lacks wealth and beasts. But where to find it?—in the tomb.”

"Hahahahaha~" bursts of laughter broke out among the farmers, while the faces of the mercenaries were extremely dark.

The mercenaries laughed at the farmers for their boring farming life, and the farmers laughed at the mercenaries for their unstoppable desperado style.

Aaron smiled when he heard this. Human beings are the same no matter where they are.

"Pretending to be cool is a fundamental need of human beings, and following the trend is the lowest cost."

——Great Sage Elminster-Omar

Seeing Aaron's lack of response, the mercenaries were a little disappointed. They were immersed in eating, and the topics they were chatting about were no longer content.

It's a demon elf!

Aaron was thinking about their previous conversation, and now he was sure that the person named Alma had definitely seen the demon elf.

Barrel-Moonflower told him that the demon elves are a filthy race born from the cross between sun elves and tanar'ri demons. This race was once created to activate the blood of sun elves. Regarding the identity of elves, demon elves prefer to regard themselves as "devils", and they reject what they have in common with elves, although some demon elves are hidden in elven society.

Many demon elves live in the Cormanthor Forest. They strive to rebuild the glory of Myth Drannor. Of course, the prerequisite for all this is that they must become the masters of the Cormanthor Forest.

"The dead demon elves are the good demon elves. Don't give me face. Please kill them as you please." These are the original words of Barrier-Yuehua: "They are evil, greedy, selfish and cruel in nature, and have a flexible moral bottom line. , they are demons.”

Aaron sat at the bar and waited for a while. Finally, the tavern owner came.

"Sir, Sandra is waiting for you upstairs."

"good."

In the small room on the second floor of the hotel, Sandra the Wind Chaser has already taken a seat. What is disappointing is that she is already an old man in her fifties, with a slender figure, and the skin on her face is not only as dry as bark. , and it was very loose, with dry yellow hair, and only a pair of emerald green eyes still had some energy.

"Hello, Your Majesty the Kingmaker, I'm surprised that you are here. What do you want to see me for?" Sandra was very confident in herself, neither humble nor arrogant.

"I came here because of Ms. Millman-Laure, who told me I could get your help here..."

Aaron told Sandra his story.

The old harpist looked surprised: "You are going to Myth Drannor?!"

"yes."

"My dear Taimora, Ms. Lucky has a famous saying - never laugh at those who are bolder than you." Sandra said meaningfully: "I envy your youth and vitality, really."

This woman is laughing at me.

Aaron shook his head inwardly, thinking that the Harpers Alliance was indeed like this. They did not have a strong concept of superiority and inferiority, and advocated equality for everyone. Naturally, they would not lack all kinds of sarcastic jokes and jokes.

This was completely the opposite of the Zhentarim Club, but it made Aaron feel a little close to him, as if he was a déjà vu when his roommates in college teased each other and called each other daddy all day long.

"I also envy your age and wisdom, madam. I am happy to see that the years are like the rings of a big tree, leaving layers of precipitation on you." Aaron told Sander La's sneer was answered with heartfelt praise.

"..." Sandra's face changed slightly, and the muscles on her face twitched a few times: "So, do you hope that I can help you find a good way to Myth Drannor?"

"Exactly."

"There is no free lunch in the world. Cormanso is very dangerous. I can help you, but you must also do me a favor in exchange." Sandra put forward her own conditions: "You should know that there was a caravan recently. Were you attacked? I need you to do me a favor."

"The bandits captured a few young people and sent them to a den. Can you rescue them?"

…………

After dinner, Aaron, who agreed to Wind Chaser Sandra's conditions, immediately started his actions.

He is going to save people.

According to Sandra the Wind Chaser, the group of bandits have recently increased their activities because they were funded by other forces. After they attacked the caravan, they captured several young people accompanying them. Sandra hopes that Ya Lun was able to rescue the young men who were captured.

Aaron asked Sandra why she did this, and Sandra's answer was simple. She felt that this happened near her residence. As a harpist, she had no reason to just watch. She felt that she There is a responsibility to do something.

As for what are the benefits of doing this? There is no benefit, and it may even lead to revenge from the robbers.

Sandra still wants Aaron's help.

Aaron thought to himself that this old friend of Ms. Raul was somewhat of a "holy mother".

However, seeing Sandra's resolute attitude, Aaron had a better understanding of the word "Mother".

For example, when a group of caravans were chased by bandits and came to the gate of a village to seek help from the villagers. At this time, Ms. Sandra in the village felt that it was necessary to take risks to save the group of merchants. At this time, some people would definitely think that Sandra Della is too holy. She should be kicked out and left to fend for herself with the businessmen. We can just close the door.

However, in fact, most people are locked out and begging.

For another example, you encounter a monster in the wild and struggle to escape for several days and nights. You are exhausted and covered in injuries. Maybe there are also injured companions who have completely lost their ability to fight. At this time, a few torches light up in the distance. , before falling down, several people rushed towards your location.

So who do you hope to meet?

Is it the Zhentarim? Is it the red-robed mage? Or the Harpers Alliance? Paladins of Tyr?

Doesn’t the one who saves people become the “Madonna”?

Therefore, the more people like Harpers and Paladins who are willing to help for free, who are loving and righteous, and who lend a helping hand to them, the better. If it weren't for them, the world would have suffered so much.

The truly disgusting so-called "Holy Mother", Aaron believes, should be two standards.

The first is that when they choose to show love, is it because they are truly kind-hearted, or are they just "self-motivated"?

The second is whether they like moral kidnapping and generosity to others?

If neither is the case, this behavior is worth promoting.

The two walked for about an hour in the dark night. Sandra took Aaron to the bandit's den. This den was located on the back of a hill, extending steeply downward into the hinterland of the hill, among dense bushes. A stream flows out of the cave, and the thieves built a narrow, dry wooden path here.

"This is it." Sandra took Aaron to watch from a distance. She sighed: "I watched the robbers capture those young people into the cave. I am old and can't deal with so many. The enemy can only watch helplessly.”

Sandra the Wind Chaser must have been very skilled when she was young, and her pathfinding skills on the road were quite high. However, she is too old. Her combat ability has greatly declined due to her age in her fifties.

"Very good, I'll handle it." Aaron nodded, and he chanted a magic to himself: "Wait for me at the door."

The two robbers standing guard at the door were distracted. No one of them was paying attention to the nearby area, but chatting about something.

"Wait, someone is coming out." Sandra shouted in a low voice.

"!" Aaron also saw an elf nobleman with sharp horns on his head, wings on his back, and expensive clothes striding out of the cave. He swept his nostrils with his hand in disgust and gave himself He sprayed perfume on his body, gave a few instructions in a commanding tone to the robbers who sent him out, and then left with the others.

Demon elf? !

Are these bandits related to the demon elves?

Aaron found this adventure more and more interesting.

When the demon elves left, Aaron finally started to take action against the two robbers guarding the door. Suddenly, a silent magic floated over in the night, and the hot molten metal burned their bodies. The two robbers continued Before he could even scream, his whole body was burned into a pile of smoking bones, and he slowly fell down.

With Aaron's current strength, dealing with this group of thieves who are not even elite-level would be a waste.

He entered the cave successfully.

Not far after entering the cave, on the east side of the passage, low and uneven steps lead to a narrow and damp stone chamber.

Aaron heard a dog barking.

The stone chamber became narrow at the end, leaving only a steep crack, which was still filled with the stench of livestock.

The roar of the beast and the clatter of the chain told Aaron that several vicious dogs were tied up with iron chains, and seven or eight of the vicious dogs were connected to an iron rod at the bottom of the bamboo shoot.

Each vicious dog weighs at least a hundred pounds. They are large and strong, and their eyes are gleaming with blood. There are several corpses that have been chewed into bones on the ground. The smell of blood in the air illustrates this. The body was fresh.

Are those young people who were arrested still alive?

Aaron held the lightless night tightly. Several vicious dogs had noticed Aaron's presence and barked at Aaron. However, these vicious dogs usually barked from morning to night. Bandits from other places were not interested in the barking here. There was no response.

Charming!

Aaron released his charm spell at the vicious dogs that were barking endlessly. The drooling dogs immediately put away their fangs, wagging their tails and rubbing against Aaron's trouser legs, making whining sounds.

Aaron picked up the vicious dog and squeezed its eyes out with his hands.

In the eyes of these vicious dogs, Aaron saw the flames coming from the abyss.

His guess is true!

There is power from the abyss in the evil dog's body.

The charmed vicious dogs were untied and led the way for Aaron. Several vicious dogs moved to the right along a rock wall in the cave. Along a long and narrow path, six bandits were gathering together in the stone room. , all of them were injured and wrapped in bandages.

The barking of dogs came closer and closer, and the robbers let out dissatisfied cries.

"Damn, those dogs' chains are loose again."

"Aren't they full yet? These beasts have already eaten more than all of us combined."

"Hush, be careful if the boss scolds you, these beasts are our capital to dominate this place."

"The boss is not here anymore. Ever since those terrible elves came, he, hey, is fawning over~"

"Are those elves really reliable? Eight dogs and four brothers were killed by a passing spellcaster! And some people turned into... that scary thing? Can they do it?"

"Dogs are not powerful, but didn't that adult say that? This is just the beginning."

"Tch, I don't understand. We occupy this place. Wouldn't it be good for a few of us to have fun together?"

The robbers were talking nonsense. Two of them got up and planned to check on the vicious dog. They took out a flute and played it.

When the flute sounded, Aaron immediately felt that the expression of the evil dog that was charmed by him began to waver. He made a prompt decision and signaled the evil dog to attack the robber.

Two vicious dogs pounced on them, and the robbers were thrown to the ground in panic. One of them continued to play the flute, but before the flute sound had any effect, his throat was bitten by the vicious dogs.

Aaron's magic has also arrived.

Dark magic! Golden Retriever! Grease technique! Human body-fixing technique!

After a while, the six robbers and all the vicious dogs were killed by Aaron's group.

The cave became quiet again. Aaron searched in the darkness for a while and finally found a prisoner who was still alive.

The prisoner didn't look very old, about 20 years old. He had obviously been severely beaten and tortured. His whole body was covered with injuries. His equipment had been stripped off and he was only wearing a pair of underpants. His feet were blue and purple due to the low temperature. The whole person is very weak.

Aaron checked the surroundings again and confirmed that there were no other living people in the cave. He carried the prisoner on his back and quickly left the robber's lair.

On Aaron's back, the prisoner secretly opened his eyes. His eyes rolled to reveal the light of the rest of his life, and then he quickly closed them, pretending to be still unconscious.

I was actually rescued, I was... unexpectedly saved!

This is...what a shame!

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