Lord of Rot

Chapter 654: Pulling out the sword from the stone (page 12)

"I shouldn't have brought that kid here."

York led the mule and focused his eyes on the young man jumping in front.

Brown curly hair, freckles on the cheeks, except for the amber eyes that resemble York's sister, the other parts are more like that man.

A man who was sent to the human frontier for the crime of theft left his sister to suffer.

"Uncle York!" The brown-haired boy turned his head: "A lot of birds have appeared since just now."

He pointed to the top of his head: "Like this, it has been following us and flying above our heads."

"Stop pointing!"

York had a headache: "You should take care of your fingers when you go out - just think of it for your head's sake."

His voice was quite stern.

Those foreign races would not be too friendly to them, and as a strong man in the caravan, he had noticed the existence of those birds when he entered the Rhodes Elf Forest.

But the young man was like a dog that had broken free of its leash, running around happily.

Others in the caravan are also trying to persuade York: "Well, York, don't be so nervous. Children are like this, and we have been traveling this road for many years. There is no chance that there will be any problems."

York took off the water bag from his waist, pursed his lips and took a sip of water. He was not sure whether he should talk about the "ancient legend" he accidentally heard at this time, but it was a "legend" after all, and its credibility was not high. . But since leaving the human gathering place, the feeling of fear and uneasiness has become more and more clear, as if something big is going to happen.

"We are on other people's territory. Don't do anything that will make others angry."

The companion waved his hand indifferently: "Night elves are all very friendly, just and kind."

Justice is not absolute, but relative. It depends on which side you intend to put yourself on.

The rest of the way was very uneventful.

Only occasionally there would be rustling noises in the grass, as if small or medium-sized animals were running through it.

They didn't relax until they reached the Elf Forest.

But looking at the greatly changed Elf Forest, York and others were shocked: "Is this the Rhodes Elf Forest?"

Banners were pulled everywhere.

A precious confectionery with a luxurious milky aroma.

A magical weapon that sparkles with unparalleled magic power.

All kinds of exquisite things made York feel that he was not in an elven forest where the original ecology did not like to build, but in the manor of a certain noble lord.

It took a lot of effort for York to find the night elf businessman he had cooperated with before. Old Maili was a handsome elf who looked to be only in his thirties or forties, but he looked like an old man when walking, sitting or lying. He wore a special round shape on his face. Glasses with a caterpillar crawling on them.

His true age is unknown, but York has always respected him.

In this world, living longer is wisdom.

"York, has it been a long time since we last met? You look much older."

"Yeah, it's been a year."

"Our perception of time is very vague." Old Maili smiled and hugged York, and then said: "But thank the mother tree for allowing me to see you again. Only from your increasingly wrinkled face can I understand Remember how cruel time is."

Lao Maili took out his handkerchief and gently wiped the glasses he had taken off.

"It seems like something big happened here."

"That's right." Old Maili nodded, with a malicious smile on his face: "You have ushered in your biggest competitor."

York had actually been vaguely aware of it, but he had been thinking about the goal of his trip, so he had forgotten all those things. At this time, when Old Maili mentioned it, York's inner uneasiness immediately arose.

"Those stores?"

"Those are all made by elves. You know that elves like everything in nature, as well as enjoyment, food and music, and carefree happiness." Old Maili said: "There is a powerful lord, and our Wang negotiated and started cooperation, and markets will be opened every once in a while, where everyone can buy everything they want."

"I brought what you want," York asked nervously, "They are still very marketable, right?"

"That's right." Old Maili showed an old fox smile that York disliked very much. His delicate and handsome face would become very annoying because the corners of his eyes would stretch out when he smiled.

At this time, York knew that this old guy was going to tear off a large piece of flesh from his body.

The transaction went very smoothly, and York was able to go back and live comfortably for more than half a year, and then come back next year until he dies.

"You can also stay here for a while. The next transaction will be coming soon."

York nodded: "We are also curious about how big the big market you mentioned is."

"There are also performances. We have many stars."

"star?"

"Like, what does celebrity mean?" Old Maili said: "Charol is my neighbor, but now he has become a big celebrity in the Elf Forest of Rhodes. Even in the elf society, not everyone The elves all know each other, and the Rhodes Elf Forest is large enough to divide several cities."

York responded: "But we're only allowed here."

"This is enough for you to make a lot of money."

The two were chatting when suddenly a huge shadow blocked the light above them.

It was a tall and wild person who was at least twice as tall as York and five times wider than him... He must have been a human.

The messy hair and beard covered most of his face, leaving only a pair of bulging eyes.

The palm of his hand is as big as several watermelons, and he can definitely lift Yorkie up like a chicken.

He was wearing a pair of boots made of WoW rock-blasted crocodile leather. It was not that York was already familiar with high-end materials, but the entire crocodile was made into boots, completely maintaining its appearance in life, as if the crocodile's internal organs had been directly hollowed out. Then he put his feet in.

York looked hard and found that what was covering half of his face was not the beard and hair, but octopus tentacles.

This is an evil chaotic creature!

Danger!

York wanted to draw the knife, but the opponent's superior momentum prevented him from moving. Not to mention drawing the knife, not even his little finger could twitch.

But the other party didn't even look at York and strode away.

After the other party left, York finally dared to call Old Maili: "My friend."

It sounded like he was relieved: "He, that is?"

"Guard of the Bazaar."

Now York is becoming more and more interested in the so-called market.

The day of the opening came quickly. York and others followed the elves to the open-air theater and watched several elves perform a certain period of elf history on the stage.

It should be the story of fighting from the underground to the surface. York is not a night elf, so he cannot appreciate their excitement. He just thinks that the night elves are worthy of being perfect creatures. They are good-looking, highly talented, live a long time, and sing beautifully. .

The only drawback is probably low fertility.

But it is better to say that the night elves have long seen through the essence of life. They are not willing to waste their time by working, but devote more time to their own hobbies.