It looked like a secret base of an underground party. The temperature here was much lower than the outside, but looking at the cave that could be built and the torches on top, Many deduced that this was a place that had existed for a long time.
The giant Tauren jumped into the pool and stood up. The injured ones seemed to be fine. Although the wounds on their bodies were still there, they were no longer a hindrance to them. The one who was the most heavily injured and was pulled back from the brink of death by Many was in stable condition. He could barely stand with the help of his companions.
The Tauren saw Many turning to look at him and grinned to show his friendliness.
Did they trust others easily, or did they wear masks on their faces so that others wouldn't notice?
This was a race that Many found strange. Speaking of which, in a place like the Abyss Continent where the climate and environment were abnormally harsh, it wasn't easy to live healthily. Moreover, it seemed that these people were living in an unimaginable cave.
Compared to Madam Vasaki's underground city, the scale of this place was much smaller.
Thinking of Madam Vasaki, he felt an inexplicable twitch in his heart. This feeling made him want to achieve that f * cking condition even more. Although he had no clue now, many of his thoughts were not about completing the task step by step.
Being used as a tool was definitely not a pleasant experience. Although Many was a qualified killing machine in the past, he wouldn't listen to the orders of someone who could be called his number one enemy now.
Increase his strength and defeat her.
This wasn't a fantasy. To Many, he had a strong feeling that if he absorbed all the power of the dragon skeleton, his strength would definitely not be any weaker than Nairíos's!
It sounded like a fantasy story, but he constantly verified this idea with facts.
What was the origin of the Abyssal Tribe's sacred relic?
What was its relationship with the legendary Wheel of Fortune? Many didn't care about it now. The only thing he knew was that the illusions he saw in this mountainous area must be a sign of something.
He did not understand why this group of hospitable people in front of him would let down their guard so quickly, but many of them maintained a stronger sense of vigilance than before. Because he was not sure if this was a premeditated ambush.
After passing through the cave, Yan Na didn't feel like he was suddenly enlightened. He felt like he was walking in a huge labyrinth like an ant cave.
"How should I address you?"
After a moment of silence, many of them finally felt that it wasn't appropriate for them to continue following those fellows in front of them.
"We are a cursed race."
The leader, who was tall and skinny, had a hoarse voice, but he still answered many questions politely. He turned his head, and his dark face actually looked regular. If his skin color was different, he would definitely be called a handsome guy.
"Why?"
"Speaking of which, our bloodline seems to belong to another continent."
The captain didn't stop walking. The short bow swayed slightly beside him, and the calluses in his hands rubbed the bow from time to time.
"Elves?"
Many people were startled and asked out of reflex.
This word caused the man's expression to change. Many of the words "elves" that came out of his mouth were said in the elven language — this man who had lived in Karo City for a long time was absolutely fluent in the elven language.
"Dark Elves. We are Dark Elves."
The captain didn't seem to have any more questions about Many's sudden words. He paused for a few seconds and said this word that sounded a little strange. This was a word that was combined with the language of the Abyss and the language of the elves at the same time. It was obvious that it corresponded to the general history of this race.
After saving a person, to be honest, Many only wanted to find some clues from this group of people. But at this moment, he found that he seemed to have come into contact with a race that had been hidden for a long time … There was no need to guess their origins. When the Abyss Tribe retreated, they took a large number of elves as captives. Of course, most of them were women.
After all these years, the appearance of the Dark Elves should have been expected. But he didn't expect that these elves didn't appear in towns like Mount Dicker. Instead, they seemed to be fighting a guerrilla war in the deep mountains and forests.
"You are being discriminated against?"
Many footsteps followed the group of Dark Elves. He somewhat understood why these fellows were so friendly to him. The elves from 3000 years ago seemed to have such a personality. Speaking of which, they really were idiots passed down from generation to generation.
The elves of 3000 years ago were too hospitable and easily trusted others, which led to many tragedies. Now, the elves of the Roslorian Continent had become much more xenophobic than before. At least when facing the other races, they would never be so friendly right from the start.
"Discriminated against?" Drizzt smiled helplessly. "It's more appropriate to say that they ignore us."
After turning a corner, Drizzt stopped in his tracks. In front of him was a room that seemed acceptable. Even in such a gloomy cave, the intricate decorations of the Elven lineage were still perfectly displayed. Many doubtful gazes looked towards Drizzt, who gestured for him to enter. "I'll inform the Elder. I hope he can help you." Drizzt nodded.
It sounded like a dream. But after some thought, Drizzt still walked into the room and calmly sat on the armchair that seemed to be made of tree vines.
The taurens and the elves seemed to be helping each other. They turned a corner and walked to another wide cave. Many people could faintly smell the strong body odor of the taurens. It seemed that there were a lot of people living in this huge labyrinth.
Drizzt turned and left, leaving a glass of water in the room. The water was neither hot nor cold. Many felt that it was similar to the feeling the elves gave him. They seemed warm, but in reality, they were not as friendly as they imagined.
Ultimately, everything still needed something as a link. For example … benefits?
The thoughts that flashed through his mind made Many feel that he was a little bold. But these were just empty thoughts. Time was pressing, and he did not have extra time to be busy with other things.
Not long after, the door opened.
A person who seemed to have surprised many walked in.
It was an elf, a true elf.
For no reason, Many thought of a person. That was Sylvia's mother, Marfala, whom they had met in Dashiell's temple. They had the same temperament and almost the same appearance. But the elf before them seemed to be more … noble?
Many wouldn't casually use this word for others, but the elf before him gave him such a feeling.
Silver-white skin and long silver-white hair. Even though they knew that the person before them might have lived a hundred times longer than them, Many still couldn't detect any signs of aging from her appearance.
Apart from that pair of slightly sorrowful eyes.
This female elf should be the 'elder' that Drizzt mentioned. This scene made Many naturally stand up and greet the elves.
"Respected elder."
When Dashiell faced Wendell, Many understood that these old elves with great authority and extremely long lifespans were not people to be trifled with. There was a saying among the old nobles of the Empire of Saint Reims: "If you are facing an old fellow whose lifespan astonishes you, or an old noble who has played politics for 70 or 80 years, or a cardinal who holds a scepter and claims to be a shepherd, then the wisest thing to do in front of them is to put away your petty tricks. Wealth and power may follow."
Although Many knew that he had the appearance of an abyssal demon, he was speaking proper elven language and bowing to this elegant lady.
Her steps were very slow, as if she was following some ancient rule. With just a few steps, she gave off the aura of 'orthodox noble elves' — because he could vaguely guess the identity of the person in front of him. According to the ancient records of the elven race, only the 'natural noble' high elves could walk like this!
In other words, this elder in front of him was a true high elf who had disappeared from that continent for a long time!
Suddenly, he felt that it was a little strange that he was on this continent where he shouldn't be, using the appearance of an abyssal demon to meet a high elf who should have appeared in the Roslorian continent.
Oh, is this another damned fate?