"Miss Roma Penelope," he said tentatively.
The little lion sneezed. "Dalton Nathanael Shadowfang," she replied.
Damn wanted posters. Dalton felt that he should add an exemption from pursuit in the transaction. After all, Eastman was a tributary of the Tower, and it was impossible not to give him this face. "I am entrusted by Her Majesty the 'Witch of Destiny' to take you back to Knight's Bay."
"The last person who came to me said the same thing." The little lion wiped the ashes from his face and plunged his head into the river. "The water is so cold." A string of bubbles came out of her mouth, and the river water was turbid with a hint of blood red.
"At least I won't trade you for a bounty."
"That's true." She opened her eyes underwater, her pupils flashing with mischief.
Thanks to Nimue, I now have much smoother interactions with non-human races. Dalton got to the point: "Why are you here, Miss Roma?"
"I was chased by him. This guy couldn't get rid of me, and he even knew my secret passage."
I retract my preamble. "Can you... explain it in more detail?" The night elf frowned and looked at the pine tree roots not far away.
It happened that lightning struck the stone next to the stump, and the body twitched stiffly. He looked strange, and his armor and weapons were stripped off by Roma to replace the damaged leather armor on his body. "Your magic is so convenient." She stared at him enviously, "Unlike me, I always shoot through the armor." The lion-man is strong enough to run in it, but it is a bit inflexible.
This is the body of Laurent Viguet.
A few minutes ago, his mission was essentially over. Dalton can complete the agreement as long as he brings the kid licking his fur back to Knight's Bay. He never thought that this journey would end in such an anticlimactic manner. In fact, Dalton's plan was only to kill Laurent Vig - it would be difficult to find the knight, as this was the vampire's camp. Even harder than finding the target is succeeding. He originally expected the Oath Keepers Alliance to attract the attention of the vampires on the frontal battlefield so that he could escape... However, Laurent Vig actually chased the person he was looking for and ran out of the heavy blockade of the vampire base.
After all, I'll get the pie one day, Dalton thought.
The battle started suddenly and ended suddenly. Sir Laurent never expected to meet the night elves again on Gray Wing Island. He did not hesitate, turned his horse and fled towards the forest. Dalton didn't have a mount, so it was impossible for him to catch up according to common sense. But the lion man who was being chased turned around and opened his bow. The arrow flew across a hundred yards and hit the mount's belly with one arrow. Laurent Vigo suddenly fell off his horse.
"Long time no see, Sir." Dalton found it difficult to describe his mood at that time. "How have you been lately?"
After the panic, Laurent Vigue forced a smile on his face. "Thank you for your concern, Lord Shadowfang. I have lived up to our friendship."
How strange. "How do you say this?"
"The vampires declared war on the Alliance in Knight's Bay, and your enemies and the Earl of the Bay suffered greatly. To put it bluntly, I owe it all to myself."
"Are you doing all this to avenge me?"
"Gaia, Lord Shadowfang, the most important thing is the result. Steward Giles Arnald gave his valuable advice, I just used it to make some money for myself."
"Isn't the ticket I paid you enough? Baron Posier will be helpful to you." Of course, it would be more helpful for him to be alive. Dalton has already figured out why the unlucky Blood Baron appeared in the bar with Laurent Vigue.
At the critical moment of life and death, Sir Laurent's attitude was as weak as when he led Dalton into the trap before. "Far beyond, my lord, enough for the captain to take you to Iron Claw. Why disembark?"
"Ingrid is dead, but DeWitt is still alive, and so are you." Dalton replied, "None of you can escape."
A clump of leaves shakes, a lion cub avoids a bolt of lightning, and fire burns on the dead wood. Dalton thought she had escaped. Two wooden arrows were placed on the string and aimed at them respectively. This guy must not be able to figure out the difference in mystery. If she knew that the target she was trying to deal with was the night elf in the high ring, she would have escaped without a trace by now. By some fluke, Dalton was distracted by the Lion Man, and Sir Laurent's mount was shot dead in front of a birch tree, but somehow she aimed her arrow at Dalton and Laurent Vig. Didn't let go.
"I did not run away, my lord, nor did I serve the Blood Tribe or the Eastman House. I was..."
"...The Dark Wizard." A bolt of lightning struck head-on. Dalton didn't even dare to dodge. The electric current penetrated the air and hit the ground less than two feet in front of Jazz's toes. The grass blades were scorched to a crisp. Laurent's expression was distorted by severe pain, and then he pulled out the cursed sword. "I am an elementalist, but I am also a night elf. Enjoy the curse. Poison is often more effective than magic, but I hope you can live longer."
Sir Laurent pinched his neck, but the color of the poison still spread under his skin. His face ended up as gray as rock, with veins protruding like exposed tree roots.
"I've made it very clear. But you, what do you mean by that sentence?" Roma looked up from the river. "Your curse can make poisoned people live longer?"
"It depends on what kind of poison it is." Dalton replied, "The more painful the poison, the stronger the curse."
"It doesn't seem like an effect that would make people proud of it. You want to scare me?"
"No, I'm just happy with its characteristics. It's hard to think about how aggressive it is when fighting. Sometimes the enemy dies so quickly that you can't get anything out of them."
"Hmph, I understand how decent people behave. You just want to torture him." He didn't listen to Jazz's last words at all.
"I am a night elf, not a human."
Roma grimaced. "Neither do I."
He began to like the child a little, so he decided not to care about her earlier behavior of aiming an arrow at his heart. "Remove your magic, Miss Penelope. I tell the truth. Your Excellency, the Witch of Destiny, gave me the task of finding you, and the reward is the whereabouts of Laurent Vig." And Ingrid's. , but she is dead.
"Can you detect 'Lingxi'?" She was a little surprised and glanced back frequently.
"This is the effect of the curse. I will curse myself to avoid being attacked by others. You may not have heard of this method, but the night elves are all like this." This is a long-term effect, and Dalton almost forgot about it . He still received this blessing from the priests of the Ashes Temple at that time, and only repaired it once after coming to Binya Ao, and the result has remained in effect until now. If I could have taken the same insurance for DeWitt and Ingrid, their affair would have been discovered by Dalton long ago. It's a pity that human norms restrain me.
It's different now. The little lion jumped up and avoided his hand. "What are you doing!"
"I must take you back." The night elf said meticulously. "Please forgive me, Miss Penelope. It is very dangerous to cross the battlefield. This can prevent you from being attacked by Liu Ya. I can see that you are not that useless. Drag the oil bottle." He noticed that Roma had serious wounds on her waist and hands, and there were countless scratches and abrasions. "And it doesn't hurt at all."
"Then please lend me some poison and let me verify whether what you said is true or false. Otherwise, you can take Lingxi with you until I go back."
Things don't seem that easy. "My wanted notice is a human trick, miss, you don't need to be afraid of me. Many mortals do not respect the mysterious class. In short, the truth is more complicated than you think." Dalton tried to gain the little lion's trust, "I and ' The Witch of Destiny made a pact, a mysterious pact."
But the effect was minimal. Roma cleaned the wound, her face scrunched up in pain, and if Dalton hadn't been there, she would have screamed. The little lion gritted his teeth and dragged his tail stiffly on the ground. "I believe you, Mr. Wanted. But that's not the problem. Tell me your next plan. Where are you going?"
Dalton didn't understand: "The warships of the Oath Keepers Alliance are all stationed on the west coast. As long as we borrow a captured sailboat..."
"I'm not going back," she said intently.
"No, miss, there's no danger at all. The Alliance is..."
The kid sighed arrogantly. "I said I won't go back. Why didn't you come a few days earlier?" She suddenly lost her temper. "It's too late now! The Alliance has landed on the island, and the Jingcao Pond will be filled sooner or later. We can't find the key!"
"Pond of the Purifying Cauldron?" Dalton thought that Roma was talking nonsense, but this word made him doubtful. "Is there such a thing on Gray-winged Bird Island?"
"I thought you would never understand what I meant." The little lion stopped and hissed when he touched the wound. "Is it strange that the vampires left the alliance and created a pool of clean cauldrons? Anyway, they have plenty. Bloodborn."
"Absolutely impossible! This is the border of Order, and alchemy also requires environmental conditions... Damn it, you are not a vampire or a night elf, how could you know about the Purifying Cauldron——"
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