Vol 11 Chapter 37: Rescue (2)

"Mason's old housekeeper is in the middle of the bamboo cage, be careful, his situation is very bad!" Ilistin squatted a little out of the bamboo cage, crawled down the stake, and the elf Druid was kind. Although I was eager to see Qin Lun at this time, I still have not forgotten the most important thing.
"Zidào!" Lago looked at Ilistin curiously, but the Elf Druid was now filthy and he was slightly disappointed. The thieves had heard about it earlier, the place where the Buddha came to death was due to Mason’s old butler, and Qin Lun was for the female elf companion.
After Ilistin climbed the flagpole, I couldn’t wait to see Qin Lun’s whereabouts. I saw the silver-haired elf face with a familiar smile.
Her eyes were slowly moist, and there seemed to be a mist in front of her eyes. On these nights when she was imprisoned by the trolls, Ilistin had dreamt that Qin Lun appeared in front of her many times, but after repeated surprises, It will be awakened by the troll's noise and return to the cruel reality.
The silver-haired elves in their dreams have different images, both when they are graceful and when they are full of blood. However, one thing is the same, the savvy Ferrar Moonlight, the face is always not so clear, as if covered with a layer of gauze.
Whenever she reaches out and wants to catch the silver-haired elf, that person will quietly pull away the distance so that she can never really get close.
Qin Lun looked at Ilistin, who was incomparably in front of her eyes, and her heart was filled with an inexplicable emotion. The dressing of the Elf Druid is very different from the previous one. The sloppy clothes are obviously not the druids that she is used to wearing, but the rags of a common mercenary.
The Bode Gate does not prohibit the Druid from entering, but if you want to truly integrate into that city and become an adventure mercenary, the female elf will not be able to wear the druid's odd costume for a long time.
The career of the mercenary is very different from the life of Ilistin. I like the quiet beauty of the elves, but I am afraid that I will not get used to that kind of life. In these days of looking for Qin Lun, I obviously suffered a lot.
For the first time, Qin Lun has a hard time understanding his emotions. It seems to contain a lot, but it seems that there is nothing. He thought that the Elf Druid would be very happy to see him, but Ilistin stood in the same place, and seeing shàngqu is not as happy as it is.
"Iristin!" Qin Lun stepped forward and carefully summoned it.
"Oh?!" Ilistin returned, she immediately realized what she was doing, reached out and touched her hair, couldn't help but bow her head and whispered, "Is it hard to see now?"
Qin Lun's eyes flashed, and he didn't know what to say. However, he soon woke up, opened his arms and wanted to give Ilistin a hug.
"I am stinky!" Elistin instinctively shrank. The wound on her body was not treated with drugs. Most of them were and rotten, and they smelled bad. Even if they were in the troll camp, they could not offset this. taste.
"It doesn't matter!" At this time, Qin Lunfu went to the soul, did not let Elistin avoid it, and quickly stepped forward, holding the female elf in her arms and whispering in her ear: "Working hard!"
The tears slid down the elf Druid's thin face, and two white marks were washed out on the dirty face. Ilistin hugged Qin Lun backhand, buried his face in the shoulders of the silver-haired elf, and slammed it hard.
"Ferrar, I finally caught you!" Under the cold moonlight night, the two elves are like a pair of eternal stone statues clinging together, as if ignoring time and everything around them.
"It's not a white one!" Marstasia, not far away, looked up and exhaled a long breath, whispering softly.
"Cut!" Idrija, who had just climbed down from the flagpole, just kànjiàn this scene, could not help but licked his mouth and gave Qin Lu a contemptuous white eye.
"Hey, what are they doing?" Lago also came down, holding the unconscious Mason's old housekeeper in his hand, chuckling and screaming at the Highland Elves.
Marstad glanced at him and immediately sighed reluctantly. From the back, he approached the two and greeted softly: "Hey, two, I understand your feelings, but how do you leave here now?" kind?"
The two people who were tight together seemed to be scared. Ilistin gently pushed Qin Lun. The dagger was buried deep in the chest and tiredly relied on the shoulders of the silver-haired elf. "Go, don't let your partner re Get into danger."
The pedestrian carefully climbed out of the troll camp. This rescue trip was unexpectedly smooth, and the whole process was not alarmed by a troll.
Of course, Qin Lun and others have zhidào their danger has not yet begun. After the dawn, the test of them will come. Although the trolls are not good at tracking the enemy, it is a troll's claw mountain. After all, the trolls who are familiar with the terrain cannot completely lose the prey.
The Sacrifice Festival in the Troll Village is about to begin, and these ferocious Aborigines will not easily let them escape. Moreover, the troll camp here is very close to the entrance to the land of death, but at least four or five days away from the northern exit of the Weihe River.
On this road, Qin Lun and others not only have to identify the direction, but also to avoid the pursuit of soldiers. Because there are other troll tribes along the way, they can only squat at night, avoiding these troll camps, and invisibly slow down.
Once you are discovered by the trolls behind you, or by the troll tribes along the way, there will be a few battles waiting for them, perhaps this is only a matter of time.
After Confluence and others, the happiest person is Xifo Hulan.
"Old Mason, you are still alive! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" West Buddha was pleasantly surprised to take over the skinny old housekeeper from Lago, and thanked everyone with a tearful nose.
In fact, from the day he lost his old butler, he never thought that he could still take care of himself from childhood. The failure to organize the mercenary team several times also made his mental state near collapse, which would make him unwilling to return to his hometown of Tesell and have been drunk at the pub.
"Young Master of the West Buddha, am I dead?!" Perhaps it was just the bumps, or perhaps the voice of the West Buddha. The old man who had been unconscious and finally opened his eyes, and there was a trace of abnormal blush on his face. .
"No, Mason, I am here to save you!" West Buddha wiped his face, and cried and laughed to help the old housekeeper.
"West Buddha, let Hill kànkàn Mason housekeeper!" Looking at the old butler's face is not normal, Qin Lun slightly frown, pulled Hill.
Hill has now moved to second-order, and the profession is a chaotic priest. Although this is not a purely auxiliary pastor, it is also a pastor class, and naturally has the skills of healing. Otherwise, if you want to talk about damage skills, Hill might as well transfer directly to the Master or Warlock.
"His situation is very bad, too old, almost exhausted." Hill observed Mason, could not help but smile and shook his head.
"Is there still to save?" Qin Lun whispered to communicate with Hill, while paying attention to not letting West Buddha hear, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.
"The life of a person is like a candle. Once it is burned, the help of other foreign objects does not have much effect." Hill shrugged and sighed helplessly.
"Is there really no hope? Isn't our apostle's recovery medicine going?" Rand, who was on the side, came together and said with regret, "I managed to save it..."
"Save and save, but the drug is useless, use another method!" Hill's eyes flashed a strange light, said with a chuckle, "If there is not me here, change the pastor of a lawful camp, he It must have been saved."
Hill's approach is a dark contract. As a chaotic priest, he is in the world of Torrell. The false belief is a deep demon god, not even a human god.
With the Dark Contract, Hill can let Mason die for a while, but it comes at a price. Even if Mason signed the dark contract, I am afraid that it will not last long, and it will take a few years at most, and it will be very painful when it dies.
Fortunately, Hill’s faith is false, and this dark contract is equal to fake. When Mason dies, the soul will not be harvested by the Abyss. But if the abyss demon is discovered in advance, then the old housekeeper will die directly.
"West Buddha, let's make a little, let Hill say a few words with Mason." Qin Lun opened the aristocratic youth, let Hill meet with Mason face-to-face, this dark contract of course, I am willing.
"Oh, old zhidào's own physical condition, can see the young master again, is already open to the eye. If you can take care of the young master for a few years, a little pain can be counted!" Mason confirmed that the dark contract will not let the abyss demon harvest After the soul, it looks very calm.
The old man has lived for so many years, and the only thing that can't be left behind is perhaps only the young Buddha who grew up watching.
The magical fluctuations of signing the Dark Contract caused the attention of Mastasia and Winnie. However, they are very clever without asking. Mason’s situation, everyone knows, no matter what they believe in, they can’t object to helping the old man at this time.
"I feel much better~EbookFREE.me~ It's a magical spell!" Mason felt the vitality of the body, and suddenly opened his eyes in surprise. As soon as the Dark Contract was signed, his spirit was restored at an obvious speed, and he was able to stand up on his own.
"Okay, let's go!" Rick glanced at the troll camp and lowered his voice to say hello to everyone.
"Iristin, I will help you!" Qin Lun took advantage of the gap, has added some recovery drugs to the elf druid.
"No, you follow everyone, I am going with Idria." Surprisingly, the elf beauty refused, smiling and supporting the horsewoman. "When you are not there, Idrija has been living with me. Now that I have found you, I should take care of her."
"Hey, you can follow that guy. I am a believer in Lavetta. This difficulty may just be the test of the goddess to me, but I don't need someone to take care of it." Although Idrija said this, but his face But proudly gave Qin Lun a blind eye.
"Well, you are free!" Qin Lun grinned, no longer insisted on xiàqu.
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