In addition to the time when I met the wolves, some strange things happened along the way. Zeratu, who was updated the fastest and most careful, counted the food on the truck every day, silently remembered the consumption in his heart, and found that there were always things that had never been seen on the car. It was not just wild game or picked mushrooms, but obviously processed food. These foods often tasted very good and could quickly replenish the nutrients consumed by the body. But how did they appear?

"I want to talk to him."

Hearing his sister's words, Zeratu hurriedly stopped him: "Are you crazy? He is an orc, and an orc with a very strange temper! With his cruel strength, he also has a very cunning heart. You forget our original intention, find an opportunity to kill and stay away from this black foot, and then continue on the journey."

"I have different feelings, and my heart tells me that I should talk to him."

"Mind? Are you talking about the ancient spiritual practice?" Zeratu shook his head: "That is a long-standing legend. Now there is no spiritual power. That ability has withered. Since Mailon turned into Zoro and betrayed the light, our..."

"Myron is not Zoro, they are different.Myron and Milkor have fought, protected us, and guided us."

"Where did you learn these things? These only exist in your imagination. The history of our star elves is not like this." Zeratu shook his head: "Are your psychic powers crazy? I don't agree!"

"That's a cunning orc, and sooner or later we'll find out who we are. And I'm tired. If this time is still wrong, I want to go back to Verino." She said to her brother: "Even if I'm crazy, I've never missed it. You have to believe me."

After a brief silence, Zeratu said, "I'll go with you."

"No, you will interfere with my spiritual power when you are by my side."

"This is the most sad thing I have heard." Zeratu snorted, "Then you go, I'll sharpen my knife here."

Along the way, she was looking for opportunities and secretly observing Zhao Mai's actions. The further away from the Doomsday Volcano and the Evil Black Tower, the better Zhao Mai's mood and the more likely she smiles. This is why she dared to try.

"Storage grain, let's play the game where I throw sticks, are you picking up?" Zhao Mai walked to the side of the road and broke a thick branch from the withered trees. The reserve grain snorted, and he would no longer be fooled. The sticks were always thrown farther and farther away. Last time, Zhao Mai threw the stick directly to the other side of the mountain, and the fool would pick it up!

Besides, there is still some serious matter in reserve grain! Over the past few days, the slaves' emotions have fluctuated greatly, and they will be hostile to Zhao Mai from time to time. Although these people have no ability to truly threaten Zhao Mai, if the servants on both feet are beaten, they will lose their face. The reserve grain is blinking and they are very proud that they always have to take care of others.

The disguise who was obviously an elf girl but was dressed up as a human man was peeping again... The reserve grain thought that he suddenly understood why Zhao Mai suddenly played with throwing sticks, so he must have wanted to send him away. Xiaohua would not be happy! The reserve grain found another reason, let alone leave.

"Mr. Black Foot, can you say a few words to you?"

"I just felt the sound was familiar, and I finally remembered it." Zhao Mai threw away the stick and said to the elf: "Serandil, I will call you this name from now on."

"Why do you like to change our names?"

"It's fine for your brother. His hair is cut and dyed, and he pretends to be thin humans. You have changed your race and gender, and I really think others can't see it. Compared to this, I just changed my name. I'm happy for me." Zhao Mai shook his head: "Look, you two have been holding it in for several days. Just tell me if you have anything to do."

"I..." Thrandil was stunned. She had no idea that the conversation would start like this. "Can you let us go?" she tentatively said.

"Not now. So many slaves are watching. If you two have left and I have not chased you back and killed you, they will all leave. This is not good for me. Your brother is still a bit prestigious among slaves, so as long as you try to leave, I will definitely not let it go."

"That's the truth." Thrandil nodded, and she suddenly felt that she was talking to her fellow Star Elfs, not with an orc. "What dream do you have?"

"Ha! This is strange. You came to me. I'll ask what you want to do!" Zhao Mai snorted.

"Are you Maiya?" asked Thrandir in ancient elf.

Zhao Mai thought for a while: "Don't use this kind of language in Mordor. Wind will reveal your secrets and bring you unexpected disasters. As for your question, I haven't thought about how to answer it. Whatever you think in your heart, then calculate it. This question has no meaning, next one."

Thrandil took a deep breath and said, "Can you go to the elves' city with me? I think many elves will want to see you."

The consciousness of the world around him suddenly became chaotic, and Thrandir released the hidden power of light, and the dark power on Zhao Mai also echoed each other. The two forces did not annihilate or release energy, but shook hands like two strangers, introduced them to each other, and then entangled in establishing a connection.

What does this mean? This is the first time Zhao Mai has observed such a phenomenon. In addition to attachment, transfer, and struggle, there are now more "hooking"? Can the rules of darkness and light also hook up together?

Just after this connection happened, Thrandil closed his eyes and raised his palm, releasing his own psychic power. It was a relatively simple but harmless technique that could improve another person's attitude, become more friendly, and be easier to communicate and convince. Zhao Mai passed all psychic power skills to the star elf in the Origin World, and he really didn't expect to see this ability again in this place.

"Don't go." Whether from the skills or the strength of strength, Thrandir's mental ability is only at the level of a beginner and cannot affect Zhao Mai at all. "The two questions you asked are not possible to actually operate. Don't forget the earth just by looking at the stars, as that will lead to no foundation. Think about it, what are you really asking?"

Thrandil bit his lip, clenched his fists tightly, and asked, "Can we two survive? Will you kill me to silence me?"

"After the elves die, they will only return to Verino. What's the use of killing you? Why not leave you by your side, that's where you and your brother are." Zhao Mai said: "Okay, I'm in a hurry to keep my mouth and obedient subordinates, so you two are quite lucky."

"Not all elves will go to Verinor after they die. There is an elves who have not gone after they die. We are looking for him."

"That's your business." Zhao Mai said at the end: "After you arrive in the south, you two will clean up and at least let me see something different. You will also see something different, I can guarantee this."

Thrandil nodded. She had already got the answer she wanted and was about to leave. Zhao Mai called her and said, "Don't use your spiritual power indiscriminately, not all orcs can't see it."
Chapter completed!