Game of the World Tree

Those were two elves dressed as adventurers, but they were much better equipped than the adventurers Old John had ever seen.

No, perhaps it is no longer appropriate to describe it as sophisticated. To Old John, the equipment on their bodies looked more like fine works of art.

Shiny and majestic.

This is true whether it is a druid in a robe or a warrior in armor.

Heck, he can tell the difference between a druid and a mage now!

This is all thanks to the popular science of the Druid apprentice who often comes to the tavern to drink!

Looking at the gorgeous robe on the elf and the pattern on it that was unique to the Druid, Old John couldn't help but complained in his heart.

And then... he couldn't help but take a second glance.

No way, these two elves really look too good-looking.

Even though they were both men, those delicate chins and skin that was tenderer than milk made it difficult to look away.

Old John swears that none of those pampered noble ladies are so tender!

However, when the eyes of the elves swept over, he hurriedly lowered his head again, not daring to look at them.

It is said that elves are powerful professionals, born with the ability to master powerful magic.

Ordinary people have always been in awe in front of professionals.

Although Old John was only a mortal, he could still feel the powerful aura of these elves.

They are like noble creatures from another world, out of tune with the chaotic environment in the tavern.

Hiss...Damn, the wound hurts again.

Old John felt that the wound on his back seemed to be torn open again. He trembled and touched a hand, the blood in his hand...

"Shit!"

He couldn't help but curse in a low voice.

However, this vulgar slang was so clear in the quiet tavern that everyone focused on him, including the elves.

Feeling the gazes of the elves, Old John's face suddenly turned pale.

Professionals are high above, and for them, ordinary people without strength are like weeds on the side of the road.

Offending a professional will end badly.

Even sprites!

Old John had heard of it, and now the elves are not as benevolent as they say.

The killing is decisive and powerful.

As long as they are enemies with them, they will not end well in the end!

Of course, the reputation of elf adventurers is quite polarized, some say good, some say bad.

But no matter what, as an ordinary person, he just wants to live in peace.

Old John shuddered and his throat was dry.

He wanted to apologize and explain that what he said just now was not aimed at the elves, but because he was nervous, he didn't know how to speak...

However, before he could hold back his words, the elves withdrew their gazes.

They didn't seem to take him to heart.

No... all right?

Old John was stunned for a moment, as if he had been granted amnesty.

Then, he hurriedly shrank into the tavern, trying to hide himself in the shadows as a little transparent.

Of course, he still couldn't help but quietly look at these beautiful long ears.

Never seen it, just curious.

The two elves entered the tavern and came to the bar.

Before they could sit down, someone gave up their seats immediately.

Everyone is used to doing this.

In the face of powerful professionals, ordinary people will not make mistakes unless they are trembling.

Especially after the recovery of the magic power, almost every day I hear that there are professionals killing people in some taverns. Even the city guards are too lazy to care about such things.

Even elves, no one dares to gamble.

"Three cups of elf flower tea."

The head elf Druid said to the bartender.

Three cups?

Old John was slightly taken aback.

However, the next second, the door of the tavern was pushed open again, and this time, another elf walked in.

is female.

Her appearance is better than the previous male elves, so that people can't take their eyes off at a glance. Old John even heard the sound of inhalation in the tavern.

I saw that she frowned at first, as if she was not used to the smell in the tavern, but her expression soon became normal.

"Jiji, here and here!"

The red-haired warrior beside the Elf Druid waved enthusiastically and patted the seat beside him.

The female elf rolled her eyes at her, pursed her mouth in disgust, and sat down beside the elf Druid.

At that moment, Old John seemed to see the elf warrior's smile froze slightly.

Several elves sat down with a strong aura.

However, after listening to the elves' request, the bartender's expression was a little embarrassed.

He glanced at a few people cautiously, and said apologetically:

"Mister Elf... This, I'm sorry, we don't have high-end drinks like scented tea here. In the whole Luc City, maybe only the noble bar in the inner city has it..."

The elves raised their eyebrows.

The leading Druid waved his hand and said indifferently:

"It's okay, it's okay, bring up the best quality drinks you have here."

Saying that, he handed over a gold pound.

"Gold pound!"

The bartender's eyes widened, and his expression soon became pleasing:

"Okay, Lord Elf, wait a moment! I'll make arrangements for you right away!"

After a while, three glasses of liquor were placed in front of the elves.

Old John recognized it. It seemed to be the Erguotou treasured by the owner of the tavern. It was said to have been bought at a high price from a black market merchant.

"There is this?"

The eyes of the two male elves lit up.

However, the female elf shook her head:

"I'll just drink juice, please change to juice."

"Good... good!"

The bartender stammered a glance at the beautiful female elf, replaced the white wine, and brought a glass of freshly squeezed juice.

The three elves nodded in satisfaction and started drinking.

Gradually, the tavern resumed its noise again, the bards resumed their music, the adventurers went on to play Gwent, and the idlers and drunkards continued to kill Gobang.

However, the sound is much smaller than before. If you look closely, you will find that almost everyone is secretly observing the three elves.

The three elves chatted with the bartender while drinking wine and juice.

"Sir, we are adventurers from the Elf Forest. You can call me Li Mu. Is there any interesting news around here recently?"

The Elf Druid asked with a smile.

His smile is very kind, and people can't help but feel good.

And speaking, he took out another gold pound and put it in front of the bartender.

Gold...gold pounds!

Another one!

Old John's eyes widened with admiration.

A gold pound is a hundred silver coins, which is equivalent to his income for three or four months!

The bartender was flattered.

He glanced at the golden pound, then at the smiling elf, quickly put away the golden pound, and then said flatteringly and enthusiastically:

"Master Elf, you are right to ask me! I know this best!"

"Recently... A few days ago, there was another beast swarm on the north side of the ice field, and it also attacked the town on the border. I heard that a lot of people died."

"Also... The lord signed a covenant with the Marquis of Weimar a few days ago, and may have to do something with the Count of Meath in the south."

"It is said that a new magic stone ore vein was discovered by the western leader, and it seems that magic crystals have also been mined..."

The bartender spoke with raptures, while the elves listened attentively.

"We've all heard of this, apart from these, is there anything else?"

the elf warrior asked.

The bartender scratched his head and thought about it, and suddenly his eyes lit up:

"Oh, I forgot to mention it, and also! It is said that a giant dragon came to the mine outside the city!"

"Dragon? What dragon?"

The three elves instantly became interested.

Noticing their expressions, the bartender hurriedly gestured exaggeratedly:

"A huge dragon! It is said that it destroyed the entire mine!"

Saying that, he pointed to old John who was hiding on the side:

"Old John saw it with his own eyes! He was originally mining in the mine!"

Suddenly being called by the bartender, Old John was taken aback.

The three elves turned their gazes in unison, causing his heartbeat to almost stop.

"Jing... Master Elf..."

Old John stammered.

Although these elves seemed to be quite gentle, he couldn't help but feel nervous when facing them.

"Have you seen the dragon? What kind of dragon?"

The red-haired elf warrior asked curiously.

Then, seeming to notice the blood on his body, he raised his eyebrows slightly:

"You're injured? Did the dragon do it?"

Facing each other's gaze, Old John became even more nervous.

However, before he could say anything, the red-haired elf suddenly chanted an obscure incantation.

Golden rays of light bloomed on his body, and countless pale golden photons appeared in his hands. Then, the photons flew towards Old John and entered his body in his terrified sight.

However, the moment the photon entered, Old John's panic turned into shock.

He only felt a warm force flowing through his body, and the burning pain gradually disappeared.

And when he took off his clothes and looked, he was shocked to find that all the scars had disappeared.

Not only that, he felt like a new born, his whole body seemed to be full of energy in an instant!

It was like suddenly ten years younger.

"The magic of life! He is the priest of life!"

The adventurer's exclamation came from the tavern.

Life magic? Priest of life?

Old John was slightly taken aback.

Then, he finally realized what happened, and quickly bowed to the red-haired elf, his voice was a little choked:

"Thank you! Thank you Elf! Thank you...Thank you for your treatment..."

Being able to instantly heal his injuries, and even healing all kinds of old ailments on his body, this is definitely not a primary healing magic!

Do not……

It is impossible for the intermediate-level healing magic of the Eternal Church to be so powerful!

He has seen the priest cast it on the patient, and the effect is definitely not as miraculous as it is now!

Facing Old John's excited eyes, the elf laughed and waved his hand:

"It's nothing, a little thing, a little thing... just tell us what you know!"

But soon, he frowned again:

"My good fellow... A treatment has cost me so much magic power... How many injuries have you suffered? Huh... No, you still have remnants of violent magic power in your body... It's too much mana to purify these magic powers... …”

"Tsk, mining... What kind of mine did you dig? When did you start doing it? What happened to the dragon?"

Hearing the elf's question, old John sighed and said:

"Sir Elf, it's a gold mine outside the city. It's been many years. I escaped from the south last year. At that time, I was recruiting miners. In order to make a living, I signed up."

"Gold mine? One year? Toss your body like this in one year? Are you mining or writing online novels?"

The elf warrior looked surprised.

"novel?"

Old John was stunned.

"Uh... nothing, just a gold mine?"

The elf changed the subject and asked again.

"It used to be that the gold mine in Luc City was still very famous in the empire, but... Last year, a magic stone vein was dug out of the gold mine."

Old John thought for a while and replied.

"What about the dragon?"

The elf asked again, seemingly curious.

"The giant dragon suddenly appeared in the mine a few days ago. It occupied the mine, drove all the miners away, and prevented us from approaching."

Old John continued.

"To drive all the miners away?"

The elf warrior was slightly taken aback.

"Strange... According to what I know, shouldn't their virtues be to leave the miners to dig gold for themselves?"

The female elf looked puzzled.

And the elf Druid pondered for a few seconds, his heart moved slightly, and asked:

"What did the dragon you see look like?"

"This...it...it's so big that I can't see it clearly, everyone says it's a dragon, I think...it should be a dragon, huge, with scales, wings, and the dragon described by the troubadour Exactly the same."

Old John shook his head.

"What about the color?"

the elf asked again.

Old John hesitated and said:

"It's like... it's like gold... it's like the color of gold..."

"Gold...Golden Dragon?"

Several elves looked at each other, and they all saw a surprise in each other's eyes.

"Golden Dragon? Hey, kinda interesting...I think I guess what's going on..."

The elf warrior touched his chin.

After speaking, he looked up and down Old John again:

"So... the injury on your body was not caused by the dragon?"

Old John nodded:

"no……"

After speaking, he sighed again, and gritted his teeth a little:

"It's those goddamn nobles! When we lost the mine, they took their anger on us... they didn't even pay wages!"

"Nobles..."

Hearing his words, the elves faintly sighed.

"Hey, the nobles here are all virtuous. In their eyes, I am afraid that the commoners are not as good as the dogs they keep."

The elf warrior sneered and shook his head.

After speaking, he looked at his companion again:

"Brother Mu, how is it? Do you want to go to the mine? Anyway, there is still a period of time before the mission to visit Long Island, so I also called Miaomiao and Sister Feng. Well... maybe they know this now. something happened."

After listening to his words, the other two elves looked at each other and nodded.

Along the way, they have been enjoying the adventure and doing limited tasks at the same time.

Seeing that his companions agreed, the elf warrior was happier. He turned his head and looked at Old John again, hehe said with a smile:

"That...what's the name of this gentleman?"

"Merciful Lord Elf...you...you just call me old John, everyone calls me that..."

Old John replied with sincerity and fear.

"Okay, old John, can you take us to the mine? As a reward, I can give you a gold pound."

The elf warrior said cheerfully, and took out a shiny gold pound from his arms.