Then the next morning, the high elf mage still came forward to discuss with Valed's brother and sister. He said to Valed straight to the point:

"I expect to hire two as our escorts. And to protect us before we find what we need in the ruins of the Elves and safely reach the Claws."

Vared expressed a embarrassed expression: "You know, we have other important things to do to go to the Claw Coast." Then he said about their pursuit of Katie: "Can you understand that we are racing against time now. Although I can understand that you have spent so much effort and traveling thousands of miles to come. But I think that as humans, we should give priority to serving our own country."

"This - you can't say that." said the high elf mage: "You said yesterday that your country is Tyriar, not the Sigma Empire. In addition, you and your partners do have excellent combat power. But pursuing fugitives requires not only strength, but also some luck. You may have been delayed for a while in order to track down the dark elves. It is unlikely that you can catch up with the other party. If you fail to catch up with her, you will not get any bounty."

Vared listened to his words and looked embarrassed. So the high elf mage struck while the iron was hot and said, "But the employment business is different from ours. This is a real thing, and you will definitely make a lot of money. I promise you that you and your partners can take away 80% of the spoils from the rewards you received in this adventure. In addition, we are willing to pay another three thousand gold Lar as the cost of hiring you."

Valed showed a moving expression appropriately. The high elf mage immediately took out a pampered scroll that had been prepared long ago. It was written in common texts from the Old World South and the high elf texts, in a duplicate employment contract. The content was exactly the same as what he had just said - in this regard, the elves were very honest, and did not bully Valed, a countryman, or a warrior who did not understand the high elf language, so they played tricks - of course, if they dared to do that...

It's nothing, anyway, Valed is just a show, and he will kill them no matter what.

"If you want, we can sign an employment contract now. At the same time..." The high elf wizard took out a beautifully cut ruby ​​from his pocket:

"The market price of this gem is above 500 Jinla. I think it can be used as a deposit to prove our sincerity. The rest will be paid to you after this employment is completed. You don't need to doubt our ability to pay. After all, as you said, we are allies with the Sigma Empire. There are many merchants, shops and goldware shops from Usuan on the Claw Coast. So... can you think about it carefully?"

Vared took the ruby, put it in his hand and played with it for a while, then sighed and said to the high elf mage: "Very good, I think you have already told me. I am willing to sign this employment contract with you." As he said this, his fingers swayed, and the ruby ​​jumped twice between his fingers, and then disappeared.

"What a coincidence. Is this guy still a part-time thief?" Looking at Valed's actions, the high elf mage thought to himself.

But of course, this is not the point. The point is that Vared with this calculation, his artificial performance barely gained the trust of the remnants of the High Elves Expeditionary Force - no, this is not trust, but helpless reliance. He made a move without a second option at all.

"If that person shows a little bit of something wrong, then I would rather die than let him get that thing!" Almost all the high elves swear in their hearts.

In this way, in the morning, a few elves who were still weak or in a coma remained in place, guarded by Isabella, while Vared, along with the elf mage, and only two high elves who were barely in strength, entered the elf ruins.

Along the way, Vared and his party didn't bother to appreciate the incomplete beauty of the ruins of Qiwei City. Instead, they advanced to the northeast corner of the city as quickly as possible. Along the way, there were roads and long dikes that could not grow even a weed for thousands of years. There were towering spires and once glorious palaces covered by vines.

Vared secretly marveled all the way. In his heyday of tens of thousands of years ago, this high elves was more than the current Sigma Empire. If Sylvania was in that era, it would be useless, and I am afraid that his talent and martial arts would still be unsuccessful if they had increased tenfold. They were still crushed by the elves.

"The battle of the long beards is very good. The elves and the dwarfs hugged each other and jumped off the building. Otherwise, where would the flowers bloom afterwards come from..." Vared thought like this while walking in the elves ruins.

"Although the history of Sylvania is similar to that of the Sigma Empire, the history of vampires is longer than that of the Sigma Empire. Did my ancestors appear in the golden age of the elves and dwarves? In that era, what kind of posture did we vampires appear? Or before that, there was no race of vampires?"

Vared casually pulled a vine, and then heard a "boom". The statue wrapped around the vine collapsed. However, because it was too long, the statue had cracks in weathering, the wind and sun, and plants grew into it. Over time, the statue was eroded into something bad. Therefore, Vared casually turned into a pile of debris.

Valed was stunned for a moment, then smiled - just like this sculpture, the glory of the high elves had been countless years ago. Although it looked gorgeous and spectacular, it had no practical significance at all.

"I don't need to be afraid. I shouldn't be scared by this long-decaying race." Vared said to himself.

Almost at the same time, the high elf mage walking in front of him stopped and said excitedly: "We are here!" Valed then noticed that his four men had walked a long way. After passing a gentle slope that might have been a staircase, he came to this platform full of various sculptures and ruins.

"Is it here?" Vared looked around, and then quickly determined what his - or the elves - the high elves - the dark elves, and the wood elves sent masters to fight for life and death.

It was a ball of flame.

"Damn it, this fire is weird!"

At that time, when Valed stared at the ball of completely red, bright red, without any impurities, silent, but violently burning flames, he felt that his eyes were suddenly stinging. At the same time, his body felt cold and he was indescribably uncomfortable, as if he had met an enemy.

"This, this is—"

"This is part of the Phoenix Holy Flame that our tribe worships."

The situation was completely different from Valed. Under the illumination of this flame, the high elf mage and the two high elf soldiers could not say that it could benefit. The physical energy consumed by the previous battle with the beast-turned people and even some injuries were recovering quickly under the illumination of this fire. Its speed was simply comparable to that of a high-level group gain magic.

Vared frowned and instinctively wanted to bless him with a few defensive magic. But thinking about his identity at this moment, he was a human mercenary, not a human heretic sorcerer. How could these two defensive magic be explained clearly when they were blessed by them. He had to endure the discomfort and follow the three high elves step by step into the flame. At the same time, he looked up and down the flame and secretly thought:

"The flame floated in mid-air, with no fulcrum around it and no combustible material. It doesn't even belong to the oxidation reaction in the general sense... It's true that there is something wrong with it."

He thought so in his heart, but he was not idle in his mouth, complaining to the high elf mage: "You are planning well. What kind of adventures belong to me is 80% of me. Only a special thing must belong to you... but he brought me to see the magic. This ball of fire must belong to you - even if it is not, it is not worth it for me! Not to mention that this ghost thing is 80% of me, what's the use of giving it all?!"

In the middle, Valed's tone escalated from complaining to questioning, and finally escalated again. If anyone who knows the inside story sees the bastard's current performance, a sentence of emotion, "What a good actor" may be able to say it from the bottom of his heart.

The high elf mage looked at Valed and glared at him, thinking to himself: This is a cruel thing that can compete with the old witch of Heliburn. If he makes him angry, his number one defeated general will be explained here. So he hurriedly said:

"There is an institution under the Phoenix Holy Flame, which enshrines the tributes of the higher elves of all generations to worship the Holy Flame. That is the treasure of our predecessors in this city for thousands of years! You will never disappoint!"

After hearing this, Vared immediately turned cloudy and sunny. Haha, he said, "Why didn't you say it earlier?" Then he quickly walked to the front of the flame with his hands behind his back. While the three high elves did not pay attention to activated the witchcraft visual skills, he swept his eyes to the ground and saw that there was indeed a piece of jewelry rising into the sky, but it was blocked by a stone wall at the top. Therefore, he could not notice it before.

"That guy didn't lie to me in this." Vared the witchcraft vision and nodded secretly... (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to subscribe to (this site) and reward. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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