Flames, flames flying all over the sky...
The remaining warmth of the flames in the dream seemed to still be licking the burn marks on his skin, and the residual burning pain made El frown involuntarily.
The cunning Fitz used rats to wrap himself into a ball of flesh, and quickly escaped alone, but El was not so lucky.
He could be said to have fled in embarrassment along the way. The flame rays sprayed by the flame demon burned his breastplate red, as if a red-hot iron was pierced through his body.
If it hadn't been for a layer of insulating cotton armor to protect him, El's skin would have been burned to pieces.
Why am I dreaming about this thing again? Really...
Maybe this is what I think about every day and dream about at night. El twisted his neck and turned over, trying to wipe away his sweat on the buckwheat pillow, but he vaguely felt a dim and weak red light penetrate his eyelids.
Um?
bright?
He opened his eyes, and in the dark night, a pair of red round eyes were staring straight at him like an owl.
"Shhh."
Before El could scream in surprise, the visitor had already put a finger in front of the mask, and it was the sound of 'crow'.
"Mr. Il, I have been looking for you for a long time."
The crow is not dead...?
El's first reaction was - the other party came to seek revenge. He abandoned the crow in times of crisis, and to be fair, no one would give up.
"Wait a minute, I can explain what happened in the underground palace." El said hurriedly.
He saw the strength of the crow, and it was easy to save his own life.
"Don't be nervous. If I want to take your life, you won't have a chance to wake up."
That's right, if the other party wanted to kill him, why not do it while he was sleeping?
It looks like there is still a way to survive. After thinking about this truth, El immediately asked cautiously in a humble tone:
"Then what do you mean...?"
"Since you have escaped, why haven't you left Silvermist City yet, and why do you have to endure the humiliation of being a waiter in such a shabby shop?"
"Well, I..."
El was embarrassed to tell the truth. The reason why he was reluctant to leave Silver Mist City was because he really couldn't bear to part with the treasure that was about to be obtained.
As a child from a poor family, Il struggled to grow up with hunger almost all the way through his childhood. He still remembers how he picked up unwanted fruit peels and kernels from the sticky streets to satisfy his hunger. The smell of hunger and poverty frightened him.
What he had witnessed before was the burial objects of Mentilosa, the greatest magician in history (or at least one of them). The gold, silver and jewelry alone were enough for him to spend a lifetime. , not to mention those magic items full of extraordinary properties.
Maybe this is just wishful thinking, but Il feels that no matter it is Crow, Hofende, or that bad old man, whoever wins will not be able to take away all the treasures, there will always be something left.
Even if it were the panels of Mentilosa's coffin or the gold dust on the support pillars, that would still be a lot of money.
Even if it's just leftovers... Even if it's just leftovers, it's enough for him to have a full meal.
Of course, he would not answer the crow like this.
"Because, your divination tells me that I will get the reward I deserve, although the plot will have ups and downs. Isn't the current situation exactly as you predicted?"
El opened his mouth to answer, with some flattery in his words:
"Since you didn't kill me, you must be useful in my place, right?"
"Haha..." A sneer came from under the mask, "In this case, let me tell you directly: I got the news that Elder Issyk is dead, and all his minions are scattered. When the opportunity comes, I I need someone to help me move my things, you look like you are very strong."
Got the news? In other words, the old man who called himself Issyk was not killed by Crow himself...
That's right, even though Crow is very powerful, facing such a strong person and a lot of flying fireballs, I'm afraid it can only temporarily avoid the edge.
Now that Issik is dead, that means...the only four of them who know the whereabouts of the treasures in the tomb.
The wild boar’s eyes seemed to glow with gold:
"Of course, Lord Crow, I can carry a lot of weight, you can trust me."
"Very good, you will get the reward you deserve when everything is done." Crow said with a half-smile.
…
In the underground palace, Ed controlled the enhanced projection of the red-eyed spider and followed El's footsteps. He deliberately staged this drama for two reasons:
First, in order to prevent the invasion from taking too long and causing El to wake up, he accelerated and omitted the series of processes in which the four people entered the underground palace in the dream. In other words, he didn't know the way and needed El to lead him to Mentilosa's tomb.
Second, even if you want to kill El, "Captain Denver's Mysterious Treasure Room" is not an ideal place. Although the one-eyed spider was able to sneak into the antique store quietly, he couldn't sneak into the basement without waking El.
The purple flame bomb may be able to kill El directly, but if this thing is used, half of the East District may suffer. Putting aside the moral issues, the mere pursuit of responsibility afterwards was enough for Ed to shoot him several times.
Using the physical projection of the red-eyed spider, one can enter the basement silently, but the chaotic light and shadow produced during the projection process may directly wake El up.
Moreover, Ed's strongest long-range weapon, Quinn's volcanic pistol "Dandelion", is a physical object and cannot be projected through dreams. Fighting El in a projected state is equivalent to fighting with one hand tied.
Rather than expending so much effort to kill El, it would be better to pretend to be the fortune teller White Crow and trick him into leading the way.
Although he did not have the character card of this "Crow" and could not imitate the corresponding abilities and specific details, it was not difficult to use enhanced projection to create a diviner's robe and mask.
"Speaking of which, these days, you...?" El wanted to come up with something to say.
"Shut up and keep walking." Of course Ed would not give him this chance and replied coldly.
"Whether it is going to the left or the right next, you see, I can hardly remember it as time goes by..."
Wild Boar El scratched his head and seemed to be hesitant, waiting for "Lord Crow"'s instructions.
"..."
