The First Mage

"Oh...Mafa Merlin Sorcerer." Hartdy followed up: "Come in now, there should be a crystal ball ten steps to your left, I have activated it now, you just need to Stand in front of the crystal ball and you can see me."

"Huh?" Lynch was thinking about the meaning of the voice, while using the light technique to follow the guidance, and sure enough, there was really a crystal ball on his left.

After a little hesitation, Lynch walked over and stood in front of the crystal ball.

Sure enough, a ray of light suddenly appeared in the crystal clear interior of the crystal ball, and then, the light exploded suddenly, and a picture appeared on the surface of the crystal ball.

The first thing that catches the eye is a space, this space is not big, it is also five meters square, surrounded by black paint, it looks like it was pulled out from a whole piece of crystal stone, there is no gap in all directions, and it is airtight.

This place seemed to have experienced an earthquake, and various sophisticated alchemy equipment, pipes, and sundries were scattered on the ground, but other than that, there was no major loss.

But what caught his attention the most was an extremely old elf in the middle of the messy pipeline...

That elf is really too old, his face is full of deep wrinkles, he is completely lifeless, and looks like he will fall at any moment, which is in stark contrast to the mid-spirited voice that Lynch heard before, and , when Lynch observed him carefully, he was taken aback immediately, because this elf, unlike ordinary elves, his body was directly constructed!

Flesh and machinery fused together, and mechanical parts on his body kept surging, trying to swallow him completely. At the same time, countless colorful runes gushed out from his body, turning into a colorful flame, covering his body When you look up, this is a layer of seven-color flames, red orange red green blue blue purple, it looks like a burning rainbow.

Although I don't know what these things are, Lynch can see that on Hartdy's semi-constructed body, there are still four transmission pipes made of thorium. It can be understood that it should be a transmission pipeline, relying on these transmission pipelines, Hartdy can continuously extract magic power or energy from a certain place.

And the reason for this...

Lynch tentatively asked: "Is there something wrong with transforming the elf's body into a semi-constructed one?"

"Yes... I didn't expect you to find out so soon." Hearing this, Hartdy was obviously a little surprised, but he quickly explained to Lynch in a friendly manner: "During the transformation process, the constructed body , trying to completely swallow my consciousness, so I have to rely on constantly drawing magic power to resist this thorough construction, so I can maintain my sanity until now."

After listening to this explanation, Lynch suddenly realized.

It is simply impossible to forcibly transform a flesh and blood body into a constructed creature, but relying on the powerful alchemy technology of the elves, Hartdy managed to do it by force, but this completely unrealistic transformation , obviously brought huge troubles to Hartty, making his life very tormented, and he couldn't help but contend with the constructed body all the time. If you are bound, you will never be able to leave for the rest of your life.

In this situation, life is really worse than death...

However, Lynch somewhat understood why Hartty did this.

He may be trying to prolong his life...

After all, even elves can't survive for such a long time at all, and the only way to live forever may be to construct it, but the price paid for this kind of thing is really too high, I'm afraid it's hard for anyone to choose this way.

"What about Palin and Thomas? Oh, yes, those two friends of mine. How are they now? Why can't I find them?" Although I don't know why Hartdy would do this, it is obvious Not Lynch's concern, he quickly changed the subject.

"Oh, you said those two people..." Hartdy explained: "When I brought you here with the construction giant, I also sent the two of them to a safe place. Don't worry, they are not Anything can happen."

"Threat me?" Lynch's face changed slightly. After all, he could tell that according to Hartty's meaning, the current Palin and Thomas should have fallen into this guy's hands.

"Don't worry, I'm not threatening you. After all, I don't need you to do anything for me." Hartdy quickly explained.

"Since you are not threatening me, then send me to them now." Lynch said.

"That's not enough, I still need you to help me for the time being..." Hartdy said directly, but he probably sensed the alertness in Lynch's expression, and quickly explained: "Don't worry, it's not intentional Before I ask you to help me trouble you, let me tell you a story."

"Oh? What story?"

"What happened between the elves and the world of Anriel back then."

"Okay..." Although Lynch is still wary of Hartdy at the moment, if it is this matter, Lynch is still very interested in hearing it.

"Hmm..." Seeing that Lynch didn't refuse, Hartdy breathed a sigh of relief, and then said, "You should know that the elves ruled the entire world of Anriel back then, right?"

"I know..." Lynch nodded.

Hartty then continued: "Actually, this is not the meaning of the entire race of elves..."

"Oh? What do you mean?"

"Rule the world of Anriel, that's actually what the dark elves mean, not the light elves."

"What about dark elves and light elves..." Lynch was a little dazed.

Hartdy explained: "Light elves and dark elves actually represent two camps among elves. For example, I am the light elves, and in our camp of light elves, there are actually different camps." Those who intend to rule the world of Anriel, in our opinion, if they can live in peace with humans and live together in the world of Anriel, it will undoubtedly be a very good thing."

"So, the dark elves are a camp that advocates suppressing humans by force and ruling the world of Anriel?" After hearing Hartdy's words, Lynch couldn't help but be attracted. After all, such a thing, Anriel There are no relevant records in the world, and he faintly felt that he was about to know a great event.