Foreword, Mother in Heaven, maybe I will be able to meet you soon.

Watching the old prairie elf walking towards him, Donald couldn't think of any resistance at all - even if he would not be harmed in Sigil City, the person the prairie elf was looking for would not be able to resist unless he lived here all his life.

In the damn city, otherwise, they will always get caught.

Therefore, if they were discovered about stealing the warehouse, the worst they could do was go to the prairie elves' mines and dig stones for a few years, or even hide from the crazy woman and her crazy dog ​​in the Moweish family.

Of course, you can't say the last half of the sentence no matter what, otherwise you'll be dead.

"Mr. Donald." The old prairie elf seemed to notice the distracted expression on Donald's face. He sat in front of Donald: "I heard that you are from Abild's world, right?"

"Well, yes, why do you ask?" Donald found that things were completely different from what he imagined, so he immediately cheered up: "I am from Abild's world, you know where it is."

"Yes, I heard that some bastards from the undead plane have invaded somewhere recently?" The old man's question made Donald turn his head and glance outside the door - this bastard Ayres actually dared to stick out half of his head outside the door.

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The old prairie elf noticed Donald's little move. He glanced at Ayers and smiled: "It seems that the other victim is here. Mr. Ayers, why don't you come in and have a chat."

"Can I not come in?" Ayres stuck out two-thirds of his head.

"Okay, let me introduce myself. I am Kakarelei, an old hunter of my lord, the Nameless One." The old man introduced himself.

Donald almost slipped under the table - you are also called an old hunter, and you are going to make the old hunters in this multiverse feel embarrassed.

A legendary hunter of prairie elves, at least one-third of the deaths of high-level lichs in the plane of the undead every year are related to him. As a famous lich hunter, Donald feels that his life suddenly has hope - if this is Hamlet

, then Donald is doomed, because this Kakarelei's younger brother is a legendary hunter, who is responsible for chasing down those bastards who hurt the prairie elves but will not die.

"What's the matter with you?" Ayers opened the portal and came to Kakarele in the next second.

Damn, your lich face has been completely lost.

Donald gave this man a roll of his eyes, and at the same time read the content in his eyes.

What's the use of trying to save face when your life is about to be gone? If you have the ability, go against him.

Then the two people in the evil world lost their voice, and Kakalelei looked at Ayers: "You are so tall."

Ayers immediately squatted for this guy.

"I heard you went to Abilde, and you're from Abilde, so I wonder what that world is like now."

Kakalele's question was very simple, and Donald replied without thinking: "It's okay, the kings are high and high, the nobles are carefree, and the once-in-a-hundred-year tide of death has only passed a few decades, except for some Chaos Sect members.

Apart from the fact that psychopaths can cause some trouble for each other, this world is really a very safe place."

After receiving Donald's answer, Kakarele turned to look at Ayers.

"My two friends and I just came back from there a few days ago. The two of them were not very lucky. They met one of your small tribesmen and were killed by him and the aboriginal people." Ayers said this, and before.

What Donald heard was exactly the same, and it didn't look like he was lying.

This gave Donald a certain degree of confidence in this person's integrity - the prairie elves are best at dealing with the undead. I heard that they don't even need to detect lies. They can just look at the undead to confirm whether they are lying.

"It seems that the world doesn't need us to play at the moment. Very good. Thank you for your answer. Mr. Donald, you have gained the friendship of an old hunter." The old man took out a small bag from his pocket and put it in

It was thrown in front of Donald. Donald opened the bag and took a look. It was a small piece of spar, a specialty of the Ayalok world. If he gets Abild, the mages can pay a lot of money.

It's a pity that he can't go back for a long time recently, but it doesn't matter, just find a mage to sell him here, it will be enough to make a lot of money.

"Thank you, Your Excellency." Donald bowed his head - although the prairie elves are harsh on the undead, they are very tolerant towards living beings, as long as you don't seek death.

"As for you, Mr. Ayers, although you and I are rivals, I still appreciate your philosophy of life very much. I have a job, and I wonder if you are willing to accept it." Kakarele turned to look at Ayers.

The latter smiled bitterly: "I don't seem to have the right to refuse."

"Nothing, this is a job in the world of Abild. I heard that there is a child we left behind there. Although I don't know his identity, I was still very happy when I heard that he could kill your fair-weather friend.

I'm happy, by the way, have you got your friend's inheritance?" As expected of Mr. Kakarele, these words really touched Ayers' heart.

Donald saw this undead man beaming with joy for a moment. Sure enough, what the undead guys like most is to kill their teammates by harvesting their lives.

"It looks like you got it, so I'm relieved. Your new job is to go to a world you don't know and fight against some of your kind."

"I am a lich, and my kindred spirit is another lich. Old man, do you know how boring the confrontation between two lichs is?" Ayers looked at the old man in front of him: "I don't think you do either.

He seems to be old and confused."

"That world is a little troublesome. Camps like ours are not welcome, so I hope you can work for you. Don't you want to get some benefits from the changes in that world?" Kakarele asked with a smile.

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"...You tell me what I want to do." Ayers thought for a while and decided to keep the story short.

"Kill the target I chose for you. After the mission is completed, you will gain my friendship. This friendship can offset my pursuit of you. How about it."

"It's a deal." Ayres stretched out his hand.

The old man did not extend his hand, but smiled and nodded: "You made the right choice, Mr. Ayers, you can do it, the coordinates of that world will be handed over to you within three days."

On hand, you can prepare your army now... By the way, this is the deposit I gave you. It was obtained from a similar person of yours. Since I asked you to do something, you should pay some deposit. It is the so-called equal exchange.

, that’s what it says.”

Ayres caught the small box thrown by Kakarele, felt it for a moment, and immediately lowered his head: "Thank you for your generosity, Your Excellency."

"It's just a small gift that is of no use to me, but I'll say it first. You'd better remember not to harm any prairie elves, otherwise the order to kill you will be as fast as possible.

Put the speed in front of me." Kakarelei said.

Ayers has no objections to this at all: "Don't worry, I feel like I haven't lived enough."

"That's good, you can go."
Chapter completed!