"We respect your needs. You killed Maxima for us and avenged thousands of elves who died tragically at the claws of the evil dragon. Of course it is worth using [Limited Prayer] just once."
The person who said this was the Elf King Estes. His grateful mood was not artificial at all, and it was obvious that this was what he was thinking in his heart.
However, his speech made the "Secretary"'s eyes twitch. 15,000 gold coins is not a small amount even for the entire Elf Kingdom.
For example, now that Mist Town has been opened to trade with the outside world, the total annual turnover is only over one million gold coins.
Comparing it to a country with a GDP of one hundred billion on the planet, any change in funds equivalent to one percent of GDP can already have a huge impact on all aspects of society.
And now their king will spend one percent of the kingdom's GDP to repay this dragon-slaying warrior...
"I will prepare the spell before the sun rises tomorrow"
Felix had a gentle smile on his face, as if he didn't care how Victor chose him.
This is also true. Although tens of thousands of gold coins cannot be said to be insignificant to a great mage, they are only the money for a few routine magic experiments.
Hearing his words, Victor felt relieved. He was actually in no rush to recover. As long as he got familiar with it for a while, he would be able to find a way to remove the shrapnel.
He just didn't want the mage to touch his body, especially when he didn't know enough about magic and rashly handed the knife to others to cut himself. Anyway, he didn't feel at ease.
[Limited Prayer Technique] This kind of treatment method, even if there is any accident, he thinks there is still room for resistance...
"Haha! What about you John, what does your team need as reward? How about [Leaf of Life]?"
"Ahem"
Estes asked with a laugh, but his words made the druid on the side change his expression, and he had to remind him...
[Leaf of Life] is said to be the leaf of the World Tree. In fact, the "World Tree" of the multiverse is just a name for a certain channel that connects the upper levels. It is not really a tree, and the Styx is not a real tree either.
river.
The [Leaf of Life] in the Mist Kingdom is actually an oak leaf blessed by Angelis, the goddess of life.
It has powerful supernatural effects, such as a 7-ring magic [Regeneration] and an 8-ring magic [Holy Aura] once a day.
Angelis believers who hold [Leaf of Life] can also greatly increase their physical agility and strength.
——Basically equivalent to an artifact, it is one of the foundations of the Mist Kingdom.
This leaf had been kept by the Archdruid before, but because there had been no replacement custodian in the past few hundred years, the Druid Order handed it over to the Temple of Life.
All Mist Elf Druids regard the [Leaf of Life] as a gift given to them by Angoras, and will never allow it to be given to outsiders!
John was unmoved. Sometimes he could only silently accept the reward from the superior. Only when he offered the basic price could he test the room for bargaining.
"Haha, I was just joking. How can a gift from the Mother Goddess be used as a reward! Vittorio, you are still too serious and need to become more active. Those dragon cubs will not let you go just because you look like a piece of wood.
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Druid Master Les Frostwhisper did not speak, but leaned slightly towards the Elf King.
He was still expressionless, standing there like an old oak tree that had seen the wind and rain.
"Paladin John! We will heal all your companions, including Master Victor. This is a matter of course and is not included in the reward!
Then go back to Mist Town! Punisher, I will ask Kevin to help you build the equipment you need, no matter the materials, as long as you need it, as long as the elves have it!
Hehe! You can also use Maxima's materials to ask Kevin to build something, as long as you want to do that! Old Kevin's craftsmanship is still trustworthy, what do you think?"
Estes said.
Kevin is an elf forging master, a former elf armament consultant, and the current father of the master craftsman of the magic workshop. He currently retires to the mist and opens an elf weapons shop, where he often competes with a foreign dwarf blacksmith.
"There is only one condition, take the forged equipment and go to the Rotting Bone Swamp! The Nightless Ones need your help! Of course the elves are willing..."
"Your Majesty! General Sly has just sent word that the Flying Dragon Legion has appeared on the One-Horn Trail!"
The sound that shook the air sounded again, and the Archmage interrupted the king's words.
"Sure enough, after hearing the news of Maxima's death, Mavic cannot settle down!"
Estes' tone and demeanor became serious.
"We have to get going, Sly and Lena can't stop Marwick and Frances!
Apostle of the Dawn! Go to Mist Town, someone will tell you about the choice... Maybe you should leave and continue your adventure in Amn, poor Yorick is still just a child!"
Estes, who was about to take a step forward, seemed to have thought of something, stopped suddenly, and said to the paladin in a slightly depressed tone.
After saying that, he began to lead people towards the Archmage, and the Archmage had already opened the portal to the Green Forest Fortress.
When he walked next to Victor, he stopped again and looked up at the muscular man:
"Master Victor is really tall. I heard from Ivan that you want to enter [Linglong Study Room] to find information about the ascetics.
I am sure that there are relevant inheritances in it, but unfortunately, since the library was established two thousand years ago, it has never received visits from non-elves! This is the traditional ban of elves."
"This... I just want to check out the content related to the Way of the Monk. You can definitely lend me the books..."
Victor was stunned for a moment and then said, but his words were interrupted by the Elf King shaking his head.
"[Linglong Library] is the inheritance place of elves, and the knowledge inside is not preserved in the form of books... You are the benefactor of the elves, but this is not enough to allow you to enter our inheritance place.
However, as long as you are willing to help us deal with the giant dragon, as long as you can kill any more evil dragons that invade the misty forest, I will convince those die-hards on your behalf to break this thousand-year-old tradition!"
Estes said solemnly while placing the helmet on his head:
"I promise you! Witness the Lord of Elves"
"Do you need me to help you kill that Margaret?"
The Elf King's conditions made the muscular man narrow his eyes. He had already decided to agree.
"No, no, no, I just need someone like Mavic or Francis, or... those two black dragons!"
After finishing speaking, without waiting for Victor's response, Estes nodded to everyone, led several of his "followers" through the portal, and started his next battle.
"Black dragon? This was not within the scope of previous considerations..."
The muscular man and the paladin looked at each other, and they could both see that for some unknown reason, the elf planned to attack the two less threatening black dragons first.
"You two, I will send you back to the fortress in a moment. I have notified the Temple of Life in the fortress. They will do their best to heal your companion tonight. You guys come together tomorrow. After the prayer spell has healed this gentleman, I will
I will send you back to Mist Town."
Felix spoke for such a long time through vibrating the air, which made Victor and John's heads buzz.
"Arch Mage, is the situation already so urgent?"
The paladin asked with a frown.
"In the past two hundred years, less than one-third of the elves have survived to adulthood, and the kingdom can no longer bear this kind of consumption!
Don’t worry, we are already prepared. Your appearance and Maxima’s death are a sign that the balance between elves and dragons is sliding towards us!”
The Archmage opened the portal and vibrated the air as he spoke.
The sound originally contained no emotional fluctuations, but it seemed to depict the history of bloody battles between elves and dragons in the past two hundred years, and contained the entire process of a country from prosperity to decline.
The last sentence unexpectedly revealed a kind of excitement and confidence.
The muscular man smacked his lips. This reading comprehension was difficult to do.
But no matter what, once the injury recovers tomorrow, as long as he can exert his full strength, he can prove that Victor is never weaker than a human... ah no... not weaker than a dragon!
