Chapter 1142 64. Trust, it is as fragile as a shell
“Can you see clearly?”
“Hmm!”
At this distance, Annan can only see clearly one line The figure was a human figure, but to the Elf Ranger, it was so clear that the mud spots on his trouser legs could be seen.
"Is there a water source nearby?" Annan asked immediately.
"Yes, but elves will not make themselves so sloppy..."
It's not that elves are all mysophobic, but they do love to be clean.
Annan suddenly became alert and did not act rashly. He just stared at the figure.
......
Vaughan walked among the quiet garden corridors and admired paintings by painters of various races, many of whom he knew.
As we gradually went deeper, by the time of the Elf Calendar, which was more than 3,800 years ago, there were not many human painters left.
At that time, the Elf family was the only one in power, and they also had more leisure to study the ethereal colors of art.
His footsteps stopped at a place 5,400 years ago. This was the time when the first human painting was born: it was a painting made by grinding colored ores into powder and using it as pigment. A bumpy painting of a golden wheat field. From today's perspective, it seems unremarkable, but it can be regarded as the first cry of human art.
Hmm... Human art is hard-won, let’s just blow up the part that happened 10,000 years ago.
As he was thinking this, his attention fell on a night elf who came into the peripheral vision.
Not all night elves are night elves. After observing that the night elves were just like him, walking around among the oil paintings, Vaughn withdrew his observation.
But when the second night elf appeared and walked quickly this way, Vaughn realized something was wrong.
It’s not a coincidence...but how did they find it! ?
Vaughn didn’t understand why the elf suddenly became smart...or did he say something? He turned around to run away, but as soon as he took a step, he staggered.
The air seemed to become thicker, pulling at his soul from all directions.
Aura of weakness! ? When...
Countless vines burst out of the ground and wrapped around Vaughn's lower limbs.
Caught!
Fiona was extremely excited.
It took the whole Shadow team a long time to catch the attacker, but their team only spent one night!
Then, she saw "Kael'thas" suddenly rushing over, grabbing the murderer by the collar and asking loudly: "Where is Yrilanze!" Why did it hit my face so quickly?" The attacker who came back to his senses was stunned.
“What...what?”
“I said, where is Irilanze!”
“I don’t know Irilanze.”
"The elf archmage who used transformation to approach you!"
"You mean she..." Vaughn said suddenly, "Who is she to you, a lover, a relative? Why should I tell you—— "
"Cough-spit!"
Annan spat on Vaughan's face, and the lifelike elf face suddenly froze.
"You...you..."
"Kael'thas, we will interrogate him." Fiona signaled Annan to calm down.
Vaughn showed a sneer: "I won't tell you anything."
Amidst Fiona's plea, Annan let go of Vaughn and exhaled: "It's fine if he reveals it. If not...can you give me his soul?"
"What do you want to do?" asked the elf mage.
“I have an undead friend who is good at torturing souls. If it were it, I would like to cut this guy’s soul into 1024 pieces, and each piece of soul can experience death once.”
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Vaughn held his breath, and Fiona said in relief: "I can't make the decision, but you can talk to Elder Theran."
"I got it." Annan stared at Vaughn: "From here The journey into the dark night is your last chance.”
The elf mage searched Vaughn’s body and found the magic ring hidden in his pocket. But there was nothing inside except a bunch of magic scrolls and stone tablets, and there was nothing to prove his identity.
Looks like the attacker's belongings are in the hiding place.
Annan looked around to make sure there were no accomplices hiding nearby, and led the people into the dark night.
Fiona was still exploring the way ahead, the mage escorted, and Annan and the elf captain escorted the attackers. "Where is this place?" Annan couldn't help but ask as he looked at the surrounding area becoming more and more remote.
"Shortcut."
"Do many people know about it?"
"Everyone in the dark night knows..."
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"Choose another way." Annan said decisively.
"This is Evanus..." Fiona wanted to say that she didn't need to be so vigilant, but she still chose to listen to Annan.
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"Ridel, you are a little strange these days..."
In the dark night tree house, the female elf ranger asked her companions with concern.
"Sorry, Leona, I wanted to catch the murderer so much..."
"Ridel" came back to his senses and showed an apologetic smile.
Looking at the familiar smile, Leona felt relieved and said shyly, "In two years it will be our coming-of-age ceremony, and we will be able to get married by then..."
"Ridel" smiled and looked at Leona tenderly: "Okay, I look forward to that day coming."
"I..."
Leona was about to speak when she suddenly seemed to be sane and stood there in a daze.
A bard with a lute hanging on his body and a felt hat came from the door.
"How can you bear to deceive a lady who longs to be with her partner like this?"
"Ridel"'s eyes suddenly shrank into pinholes, regardless of the risk of exposure, he intercepted The short scepter handle appears in the hand.
"Don't be nervous, lost child, I'm just here to remind you that your 'steward' was caught..."
"Vaughn? What happened to him."
"That new friend of yours, Annan Reeves, caught him."
"He wasn't..."
Prince Aidan stopped talking. With that guy's charm and ability, it couldn't be easier to figure it out...
In contrast, he was more concerned about who the bard in front of him was.
"Who are you?"
"I'm just a passing bard."
"Why help me."
"Help you? Not really, just Remind me along the way.”
Prince Aidan refused to give up: “Then why did you remind me?”
The bard stood sideways as if he were in a tavern, whispering in the tone of an aria: "I am very interested in your utopia. A pure land without order... isn't that chaos?"
"Don't compare me to the bugs of the abyss." Prince Aidan said in disgust: "You are addicted to the joy of chaos, and I just want to break the shackles of order."
The bard smiled carelessly. Laugh: "One day, you will realize that the freedom you pursue is the same as chaos... At that time, I will appear in front of you again..."
In the soothing sound of the piano, chanting The bard faded away.
“Hmm…”
Leona, who woke up leisurely, let out a soft moan.
Prince Aidan put away the handle of his scepter and suppressed his inner uneasiness.
He is just a pawn of chaos who is playing tricks on himself...
What is more important now is that Vaughn has been captured, and we must find a way to rescue him and prepare for his exposure...
Annan's figure appeared in his mind, and it seemed that he was about to lose a friend.
So trust, it is as fragile as a shell...
(End of this chapter)