Because Vulture Castle began to investigate the Elf caravan, all the residents seemed uneasy these days. Many people would rather stay at home and sleep than go out and provoke the Pava Federation cavalry.
The same was naturally true for Christine, but the admirer from before would knock on the door every now and then, and there was no shortage of tricks during this period. In order to conceal the true situation of her companions, Christine had to deal with them tirelessly, until one day
Vulture Castle was rearranged again, and Christine was able to calm down her anger.
In the past few days, the female insect in Hastur's left eye was still languid, and Perseus' left arm still needed to swallow a large amount of magic crystals before it could be reborn. Therefore, the brothers finally chose to sleep. This is also the ancient beast.
It is the most common method used by survivors after being injured.
In the night sky, the city gate that had always been closed was slowly opened a narrow gap. Crossroads and thirty "Kite" members were seen filing in, but they did not accept the words of the Lord of Vulture Castle, Blair.
Instead, he walked towards a certain residential area under the leadership of Crossroad.
"Let your guard down. There is a great mage among the other party. This is why I will lead the team."
"Remember, no one is allowed to come near without my order! Otherwise, even if you are a 'kite', I won't give you face!"
Although Crossroad still looked like an honest man, his words also had the aura of a peak powerhouse. The thirty "Kite" members all nodded when they heard the words, and they were seen hiding around in a familiar manner.
And all of them drew their weapons.
Turning to the room where Christine and the other four were, they saw Hastur being wrapped in a mass of black magic power. The big fat bug in the insect nest in his left eye lay listlessly on his eyelid, still looking weak. Pearl
Hughes was leaning against the fireplace, all the gray magic energy concentrated on the cross section of the broken arm, as if he planned to regain his left arm as soon as possible.
"Rikka, Vulture Castle is very uneasy these days, so I can't go out to inquire about the news."
"But I believe that Boom and Gloria must have a way. You know, even though Gloria was just born, she is still very strong. As for Boom, he is the most reassuring. I guess
Let’s live too.”
"Rikka, you know, my sister dreamed of us last night..."
Talking to the unconscious Rikka every night has become a habit for Christine. Because Rikka is not a fighting spirit or magic professional, even if Christine transfers magic power to the opponent, it is probably in vain. It is better to conserve her strength to defend against the enemy.
.As for consuming life force, Christine doesn’t think she can save an ancient beast. It’s impossible to say that the other party has not been rescued, but she will die due to exhaustion of life force.
But tonight, Christine's soliloquy just started, but suddenly stopped. Christine raised her eyebrows, then walked out of the room quietly, and finally stood in front of the courtyard door. p>
Creak! The courtyard door was slowly opened by Christine, but she ignored the old man who suddenly appeared outside the door. Instead, she closed the courtyard door with her backhand and walked deeper into the alley.
"Are you Christine?" Crossroad didn't have any objection when he saw this, but waited for the other party to stand still before asking.
However, even if he had learned all the information about the other party before, Crossroad still felt that the great mage in front of him was too young, even in terms of the age of the elves.
"Is this the etiquette of the Pava Federation? Before asking me, you should first introduce yourself. At least this is what civilized people do."
Christine became that arrogant look again, but even so, she also sensed the dark magic power in the other person's body, which was no less than her own.
"Haha, I am neither a noble nor an elegant person. My name is Crossroad, and like you, I am a great dark magician."
Crossroad was not angry when he heard this. Instead, he smiled and introduced himself. This was a good start. Crossroad felt that he might be able to solve the problem without going to war with the other party. But he underestimated it.
I don’t understand Christine’s arrogance, or I don’t understand the other person’s strong physique.
"Your name can be anything, come to me, or us, it should be the conqueror, right? If the nonsense is over, let's start!"
"Also, can you please let those flies calm down? Don't say that the Pava Federation has reduced itself to sending high-level professionals to deal with me. Can I regard this behavior as an insult?"
Christine did not accept the other party's kindness, but directly exposed the "Kite" members hiding around. Maybe the "Kite" can kill enemies stronger than itself, but in Christine's eyes, it is just Boom
It’s not unusual to do what I’ve been doing all these years.
"You can't say that. I am a half-orc magician, and you are only a half-blood elf. We should have more topics to talk about, or we are all pitiful people."
As Crossroads spoke, he exuded wisps of dark magic power. He very much hoped to make the opponent surrender without a fight. This was the most ideal result, at least his hands would not be stained with the blood of innocent people.
"What does it have to do with me whether you are a half-orc or not? Can't I live a good life as a mixed elf? Although we are both great magicians of the dark system, I am very sure now that you are a lucky person." p>
Christine was stunned when she heard this, and then there was a bit of murderous intent in her eyes. These days, she had been annoyed by the Pava Federation cavalry, and now she heard that he equated herself with an ugly half-orc.
It is difficult to suppress emotions.
"Your two companions are currently being held in the Jackdaw City Prison. As long as you can follow me back, you will have at least a half chance of surviving."
"Besides, even if you are as powerful as the Great Magister, you can't compete with a behemoth like the Pava Federation. I think you should understand this without me having to say more."
Crossroad once again persuaded Christine, saying that as long as he could return to Jackdaw City with him, then everyone would have a half chance of surviving. However, although he was a peak powerhouse, he had never had any friends in his life, let alone
Not to mention a companion who can risk his life.
"There is no need to show me such things as superficial kindness, because many opera singers or bards can do it easily."
"There is a saying in my hometown. Translated into common language, it means that if a man talks too much nonsense, he will eventually become a woman."
"So instead of being a woman here, you might as well just use your weapon! And I'm also very curious about how you found me."
"Companion is my most important spiritual sustenance, but you don't seem to have this friendship, or you have nothing to cherish at all."
As Christine spoke, her figure began to drift. Although her words were extremely harsh, she never looked down upon the other party. Therefore, the "Shading Technique" became a magic weapon when magicians of the same family fought against each other.
Move, or in other words, as long as Christine gets the upper hand, she will be 70% sure to escape from the Vulture Castle with her companions.
Christine regards all the actions of the other party as deliberately delaying time, rather than really intending to admonish herself. In her eyes, the enemy is the enemy, and she should kill them as soon as possible instead of chatting with each other in the night.
It's just that she is really curious about how the other party found her. She must know that she is an elf who has lived in the Whispering Forest for more than four hundred years. Although she is not a killer, she is also extremely good at concealment.