"I saw a naked elf!"

Roland: Well?

I'm not sleepy if you say this... No, why is there a naked elf in this small town?

Also, this elf is a man or a woman.

Roland seemed a little confused.

I came to find the enemy of the Magic Goddess, and the place looked like a sealed place that used to be.

But the question is...how could an elf jump out?

What I have to deal with is the human magician hundreds of years ago.

The kind who almost beat Misla to death.

Did you make a mistake? This is not a sealed land?

That magician was sealed elsewhere?

Looking at Roland's slightly confused expression, Polishla said: "That male elf has a very good figure, especially the whip, which is obviously larger than my husband's. Unfortunately, it was too dark last night and I couldn't see his face clearly."

Roland was speechless.

The elves are notoriously slim, including men.

This only means that his husband is too young.

Roland didn't want to hear these things, so he asked, "How did that elf go?"

"Disappeared." Polysilla sighed regretfully: "I am just a magic apprentice. Until now, I have no way to use magic outside the mage's hands. How could I dare to block an elf's way?"

This is the truth.

Because of its long life span, even civilians have magical abilities.

The best time for humans to study is from the age of six to thirty.

But the elves are at the best age to learn for life.

So an adult elf, even a civilian, is much better than an ordinary human.

Not to mention those elf professions.

"About which direction did you go?" Roland asked again.

Polysilla shook his head: "It disappeared with a whistle. It couldn't see it."

It seems that such a problem is indeed a difficult time for a magic apprentice.

Roland left the potion shop and went to the vicinity of the sealed yellow mud.

He opened his mental power and perception for a detailed and serious perception.

Finally, I found something wrong again.

He saw a few pottery in a dense grid underground.

Use fossils to make mud to open the ground, then control the magic hand to take out the pottery and open the lid one by one.

Roland saw that it was filled with fresh blood.

In Roland's system interface, this thing is expressed in this way.

Item: Magically improved Elf Blood (Epic)

Effect: After eating, ordinary people will increase a certain life expectancy limit. The specific increase value is determined by the user's body and whether he has hidden bloodlines.

Roland was stunned.

This thing is obviously not an ordinary product, why didn’t you discover it before?

He carefully checked the appearance of the pottery and found subtle marks of the magic array. Then he checked and studied it and found that it was a hidden array.

Causality can make people ignore this thing invisibly and treat it as if it is not seen.

Roland also said at the beginning.

But he had high mental power and was very serious in this investigation, so he found these things.

"nice one."

Roland took these cans of pottery into the system backpack.

In the game, those that can increase lifespan are good things, mainly for being able to sell for money.

This kind of thing doesn't mean much to players.

Because as professionals improve their strength, their life limit will also be increased.

Like Roland is now a master magician, the system shows that his life expectancy limit in the game is already 273 years old.

These things can be sold to gaming NPCs, but they can make a lot of money.

And it can also be used by Vivian and Stefanie.

Their lifespan should not be high.

Andonara doesn't need these things, her vitality is even much higher than Roland.

Then he walked around the sealed land for a few times, and finally took out a straight stick from the system backpack and inserted it into the mud.

"Make a wish: point out the direction of the elves leaving this sealed land."

The stick turned to the west with a loud bang.

Roland's body shook slightly, and the negative price of the small wishing technique came as promised, but it was blocked by Roland's mental power and magic power and did not have any effect.

There are two different experiences completely from reality.

It proves again how poor Roland's physical strength is in reality.

The White Cloud Floating Technique held his body and flew into the air, then flew along the west.

He had already opened his mental power in the sky, floating about thirty meters low, searching for the grass and trees below with his mental power.

He had a feeling that the disappearing elf could bring great surprises to himself.

In this way, he kept flying west. After about two hours, he landed on the ground and used the small wishing technique to find the direction where the elf was, then adjusted the direction a little and continued to fly forward.

Roland's magic limit is too exaggerated to those of the same level. He flew again and searched with mental power again. After several hours, the amount of blue has not dropped below 50%.

Then in the evening, he finally caught up with his goal.

An elf holding a simple wooden bow, slamming his upper body, and running around his waist with a circle of leaves.

At that time, Roland's spiritual tentacles had already been entangled nearby.

This elf is obviously a professional, and he is a dual cultivation type.

When Roland's spiritual tentacle approached, he immediately noticed it, then turned around and ran backwards.

Based on the direction of his spiritual tentacles, he soon saw the white clouds chasing him in the air.

"Magic!"

The male elf's face twisted. He yelled into the air while retreating, and then pulled his simple wooden bow.

Although there were no arrows, the moment he pulled the string, there were already green arrows coming out, and then shot into the air with a whizzing sound, with a turn.

The bow and arrow pierced the white clouds, but they were silent.

It seemed as if it was swallowed by something.

The elf's face turned cold, then turned around and ran forward desperately, so fast that even the leaves on his waist fell off, and the thing shook the feeling of a afterimage.

But it's still useless.

Several huge mage hands floated down from the sky, easily catching up with him, and pressing the elf to the ground.

"Let me go, you despicable mage." The male elf struggled hard: "My tribe will come to save me. You are dead, and Druid will never give up a tribe who was separated from you."

He struggled very hard.

There is a taste of preferring to be unyielding.

Roland slowly landed from the air and looked down at the other party: "I just have a few questions to ask you, don't be afraid."

Um?

The elf also stopped struggling.

He cleared Roland's appearance and was stunned: "Aren't you that demon?"

"Of course not, I don't know who the demon you are talking about." In order to show his position, Roland casts healing, calming techniques and other auxiliary spells on the other party: "So you don't have to be so scared."

The elf stopped struggling, Roland bounced his fingers and made several magical hands disappear.

The elf stood up, patted his body, finally looked at Roland, and said, "I feel that you have the same gentry."

"I can barely be considered half an elf." Roland smiled.

He does have the blood of the elf, after all, this is the requirement for the sword dancer to change his job.
To be continued...