The half-elf initially only knew Elvish and Common. Sherlock only learned Wooden as an additional language, and the demon obviously spoke Abyssal, so most of the documents were just a bunch of ghost symbols in his eyes.
Fortunately, although the demon elves are the descendants of sun elves and demons, they are still accustomed to using the Elvish language after living in the main material plane all year round.
In fact, if it really doesn't work, it's okay to pack up all the documents on the table and take them away. But if the evidence is not in the pile of documents, it will be troublesome.
There were not many documents on the table, and there were even fewer written in Elvish. Soon Sherlock found a piece of suspicious letter paper, which described some plans and requests of the demon elves. There was also an elven clan in the lower right corner of the letter paper.
A unique magical atmosphere.
"It should be this one." Just as he was about to put away the letter, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his heart. Before he could think about who it was, he bent forward and turned into a jungle cat and scurried out.
Cat step! Swallow back! The whole person jumped out behind him.
Feeling the sound of someone pressing behind him, he decisively used the combination of these two skills to widen the distance between the two parties.
"Stealth is good." Sherlock, who changed into a half-cat form after landing, carefully looked at the graceful figure not far away. Five magic berries were instantly planted on his body, but he couldn't use Xiaohong and the healing spell.
Dare to use it.
The opponent knocked out most of his health with just one attack, and he didn't dare to show any more flaws, let alone make the actions of drinking potions or chanting spells.
He didn't notice the other party's sneaking just now. Firstly, the other party was really well hidden and didn't make any uncoordinated sound.
Second, I just finished the dungeon, so I inevitably relaxed my mental vigilance. The moment I found the mission items, I even lost my last trace of defense.
"Half-elf, hand over the letter. This is not your business."
"How should I call you, sun elf, devil or demon sun elf?" Sherlock also recognized the other person's identity at this moment. Red hair, long horns, and pointed ears are the typical characteristics of the descendants of sun elf demons.
There are many sub-races of elves in the Forgotten Realm, such as moon elves, aquatic elves, and wood elves, which are considered branches of the elves.
There are countless mixed-blood descendants such as half-elves mixed with humans and elves, drows born from the union of drows and seducers, sun elves who were descended from succubi during the ancient Yerlan period, and so on.
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It seems that all species are keen on mating with elves.
"Half-elf, you have no right to laugh at me. We all belong to a minority group in Faerûn. We should work together to resist the persecution of us by elves and humans for so many years. As long as you hand over the letter, I can introduce you to my master.
Count Saya Drajudis, she welcomes all mixed-blood elves to join her." The elf on the other side was not angry, but instead tried to win her over with good words.
If Sherlock chooses to hand over the letter to the other party at this time, he may really take the opportunity to join the demon elves camp, but he does not want to abandon his current identity and background to join such an organization with an uncertain future.
"It's quite pitiful to say, but we half-elves are doing pretty well, so I won't bother you."
Indeed, except for half-elves, other hybrid species are not very popular in Faerûn. Half-purgatory elves such as demon-born sun elves can only survive in a corner of the continent.
However, it seems that they are no longer satisfied with their current situation and have once again contacted their blood relatives in hell.
"It seems that thousands of years of slavery have worn away the blood of you half-elves." After saying that, the figure disappeared into the air.
Both sides already know that the other side cannot compromise. If you can't talk the talk, then you can only rely on your fists to do the talking. Whoever wins will naturally own the thing.
Sherlock stood crouched on the spot, holding a scimitar, closing his eyes and listening to the changes in the surrounding sounds. The demon-born sun elf opposite should be a thief by profession, and his stealth level was no lower than that of Muriuki. He did not dare to be careless.
With a perception level of 19, he calmed down and could already faintly hear the sound of the wind blowing, as well as the two extra harsh tearing sounds caused by the dagger's passing.
The target was the front door, but the opponent actually chose to attack head-on.
Sherlock was already ready to attack. The moment the dagger was about to pierce his forehead, his whole body became insubstantial, turning into a black shadow and passing forward. With a twist of his body, the ice soul slashed back with his backhand.
-36!A figure reappears.
In the conversation just now, the other party was obviously waiting for the stealth CD, and Sherlock himself was waiting for the catwalk to cool down.
He took advantage of the situation and was about to attack, but the demon-born female elf didn't fight back. Instead, she turned around and looked straight at him with a pair of crimson eyes.
He didn't think much and jumped out. Most of the things related to the eyes were magic control spells. Unfortunately, it was too late. He had already fallen into a state of confusion in mid-air.
System prompt: You are affected by the charm spell, the charm judgment fails, and you enter a state of confusion, which lasts for three seconds.
Do you dare to make a perception judgment? He really wants to complain about the spell judgment of the Forgotten Realm. For a mentally retarded and low-charisma group like him, the magic control spells are simply useless against them.
In three seconds, it depends on whether Lan can hold on or not.
When he reached the highest point of his back jump, a blue figure flew down from the sky, grabbed his shoulders with two claws and flew back slowly. It was the blue figure who had been gaining experience in the air.
Hatori Snake Arashi.
The current Dragon Snake Bianlan can reach the size of an adult dwarf at its maximum. It is still impossible to fly with people, but it is still possible to catch Sherlock and stay in the air for three seconds.
"Thank you, old man." The confused state ended, Sherlock let Lan dive and jumped to the ground again.
Swish! Two storm shurikens flew out from his hands, and he himself rushed forward again with the blessing of wild fervor. He didn't want to give the other party a chance to become invisible again.
The demonic female elf's hands were filled with shadows and she also launched a sneak attack, preparing for a head-on fight.
The machetes and daggers jingled and jingled, and after more than a dozen rounds, neither side had gained any actual advantage, and even their health points had not changed much.
After another duel, the two faced off again. While they were wary of each other, they were thinking about ways to defeat their opponents.
After several battles, both sides have initially figured out each other's situation, and now comes the moment of real fighting.
Almost at the moment Sherlock completed his form change, the female elf rushed forward again.
The phantom clone! The Fire Monkey split into two and surrounded one on the left and the other on the right. The movements and expressions of the two figures were almost exactly the same. Even people who are familiar with Sherlock would never be able to tell the difference at this moment, let alone those who met for the first time.
A female elf.
The female elf was slightly shocked by the natural transformation of this half-elf. Although she knew that one of them must be a fake body, she did not try to identify it because she had a more direct method.
