Chapter 1141 63. The approaching clue
In the center of the sky realm reflecting the night sky, the elves let go of Annan and Fiona
“I think it is saying that the suspect has been Stay here.”
There was no news about Mr. Shivaro on the periphery, so Annan squatted down and stared carefully into the depths of Mirror Lake.
Fiona watched him stare for a long time, resisting the curiosity to ask "what did he find?" until Annan suddenly moved his face from side to side unnaturally.
"Are you looking in the mirror...?" Fiona said in disbelief.
"Sorry, I always feel awkward with another face." Annan stood up, "I didn't see anything, but the elf told me there was something underneath."
" Can you understand? ”
Elves and tree elves have similar appearances, they are both floating luminous creatures.
They don't have much intelligence, only tree elves can understand their communication.
"It's not listening, it's emotions. Their emotions tell me that someone who made them uncomfortable came here and did something."
Annan stood up and raised his left hand towards Mr. Swaro. : The agreed gesture is to raise your left hand to indicate there is a trap, your right hand to indicate that you have not found it, and both hands to indicate danger.
"Perception of emotions? I only know that succubi have this evil ability." Fiona said warily.
The elders of the dark night chose to believe in a human being with such evil abilities... I don’t know if it is a good thing or not.
“This is prejudice, the worst I have ever seen——”
“You said it.”
“Did you say it?”
“You said it.”
“Why don’t I remember?”
"Ariana, do you remember?"
Annan suddenly realized: "Do you know Instructor Anna?"
"She is also a member of Dark Night."
It turns out that Annan and Dark Night have met each other a long time ago - as for being exposed, Annan is not embarrassed, warlocks and politicians Likewise, shameless politicians are not good politicians, and Annan is also a warlock lord.
They were chatting here, and Swaro and two elves came over.
"No?" Annan asked.
"No," Mr. Schwaro replied.
Does the murderer not have the so-called mentality of "appreciating masterpieces" and just ran away after burying the magic scroll...?
Annan had to re-examine the murderer's thoughts.
"The magic scroll is at the bottom of the lake." Annan looked at Mr. Swaro.
Mr. Schwaro stared back.
"I'll do it." The elf mage said.
Mr. Swarovski, who was spared the fate of being a hard laborer, watched Annan hand over the amulet again.
He took the amulet with a sullen face, filled it with magic power and threw it back to Annan: "Send me back."
Annan honestly opened the portal and sent Mr. Swaro back to Liberty City.
The evening fire cloud was spreading in Liberty City. After stepping out of the portal, Swaro identified the direction, opened a portal, and returned to school.
The students in the classroom were in a state of revelry because of the professor's sudden departure - the eldest sister of Children's Town, the uncrowned king of the orphanage, and Annan's goddaughter, Cathy Reeves, stood on the podium.
"I am your professor of magic..." Cathy imitated Professor Swaro's tone and stared directly at the potted plant in the corner, as if there was an annoying bad student standing there: " Cathy, especially you, you threw the slug into the trash can again, deducted 100 points!”
“Hahahahahaha——”
The children burst into laughter and slapped the table, Stomping feet, there was a burst of joy and laughter. Suddenly, they were like ducks being strangled, silent.
Cathy froze in place, she knew what happened without looking back.
Mr. Schwaro lowered his eyes expressionlessly and looked at Cathy, who was shrinking her neck. "Cathy, one hundred points deducted!"
...
The Dark Night Team dug an ugly deep pit into the Sky Mirror.
At this time, there is no time to worry about protecting the environment. If the magic scroll were to explode, the damage would be dozens of times greater than it is now... and it would also be a scandal.
Annan squatted in front of the dug crystals. They are not like salt, but some kind of gem-like crystals...the crushed powder still shows a transparent color.
“These seem to be...”
“Gemstones,” Fiona said.
Annan gradually opened his mouth: "This entire lake is..."
Fiona looked away, unable to accept Kael'thas's expression.
"No, it's just that gems will be squeezed out of the sky."
"That's amazing..."
As expected of Wilhelm, gems all grow from the ground Come out...will this really not cause inflation?
After hearing that there were many such places in the Green City, Annan strengthened his belief in forming an alliance with the Elf King's Court.
So what if they are arrogant, rigid and old-fashioned? As long as he has money, even if the elf hits Annan on the left cheek, he will also stretch out the right cheek.
"Kael'thas!"
The elf captain suddenly shouted Annan's current noun.
They found the magic scroll.
This pile of dangerous magic scrolls containing magic is no less powerful than a bag of unstable bombs and can be detonated.
The elf mage quickly put them into the special magic ring, breathed a sigh of relief, and then continued to look for the stone tablet.
Dark Night has discovered experience - stone monuments are usually on the edge that will not be affected by explosions. But it wasn't that troublesome. Annan asked the elves where the guy who made them uncomfortable was still staying, and dug out the stone tablet buried about fifty meters away.
“The faces are changing. The black smiling face is chuckling, the red scowl is flashing, the blue weeping face is sobbing...Only the dead remain unchanged.”
Annandi My first reaction was places like cemeteries. But Fiona suddenly said: "I know where it is! The garden corridor!"
"Are you sure?"
"Well! I grew up there! These are four paintings by human painters Paint!”
Annan couldn't help but said excitedly: "Then let's move quickly! The attacker's attention is on Elder Seran, maybe we can get ahead of the attacker!"
No Time to Bury the Mirror of the Sky, Dark Night Team He quickly rushed towards the garden corridor.
Ten minutes later, the Dark Night Team quietly landed in the shade of a tree not far from the garden corridor.
There is no difference between day and night for elves, so even late at night, there are still elves visiting the garden corridor.
One wall of the garden corridor is covered with paintings of almost all races collected by elves over the past 40,000 years.
Not only humans, elves themselves, and even kobolds have their works, arranged according to time. If the timing hadn't been right, Annan would have wanted to spend the whole day here.
Similar to the Sky Mirror, destroying this place will not cause much damage, but it will definitely bring shame on the face of the Elven Court.
From this point of view, it can indeed be ruled out that Wang Ting is directing and acting. Unless they feel that the face of the royal court is not important——
Fiona suddenly pulled Annan and pointed at a suspicious figure: "That elf is a little strange..."
"What's wrong? ?”
Annan looked around and saw that the elf pointed by Fiona was strolling in front of the portrait.
"His trouser legs are wet..."
(End of this chapter)