Nightan, young Tia, what is it that makes you bow at me?"
The pronunciation was clear, the words were right, and the coda had a warble unique to elves.
The warriors went to scout the great demon lord, then were captured, and while it was being brought to their lips the demon lord asked Nightan courteously to them, in the same pure and unmistakable Tia elven language. Ramesilei's mouth was slightly open, not knowing how to respond. Since the sight of the dragon swept through the green capital, everything was beyond conventional understanding and completely out of control.
Drusilla imagined a triumphant scene of fighting the dragon alone, but in reality she was as weak as a puppet being pulled around. The dragon handed over a little initiative, the girl felt it should be seized. Take a deep breath and say: "Night An, the mighty ... elder, you have not been allowed to step into the land of Tia, every forest and river here belongs to the royal family of Tia." After saying that she didn't even understand where she got the courage.
"Oh, I see, then I apologize for that."
Well, the Daemon King not only asked nicely, but also apologized. Rameshirai obediently shut his mouth and handed over the bargaining power to the princess, while the round shield and short sword were held tighter.
"Well then, I hope this misunderstanding has not killed the friendship in its cradle. My name is Lysatos Torchflame, a mage and dimensional merchant who has crossed here from the far other realm, whatever your needs are, they can be met in my magic store." Said the golden dragon slightly spread its wings, dropping its eyes and nodding its head.
The elven princess guessed that this was dragon etiquette, and she returned the greeting with slow movements while digesting the dragon's self introduction. "Merchant" was the only word she understood, "mage" and "realm" were completely incomprehensible, and "magic The word "magic" is common in fairy tales.
"Drusillia, one of the Tia elves." The princess did not say her surname and identity, "This is my friend Rameshirai, and his brave ranger minions. Torchmage ..."
"Torchmage, that's what my guests usually call me."
"Good torchflame mage, you have not explained the purpose of your visit."
"As I told you I am a merchant, qualified merchants chasing the scent of business opportunities and profits."
"Not the smell of burning?" Ramesile sarcastically looked at the ground full of ashes.
Lysatos replied calmly: "Just reasonable self-defense, I came in good faith. Besides, you were the ones who drew the bowstring first.
I'm afraid no living creature in his right mind would interpret staring at you as goodwill! Rameshirai felt the princess pat him down and swallowed back her spittle.
Drusilla changed the subject and asked, "So what do you carry in your 'magic' store?"
"Everything." Lysatos stretched out his forepaws in a gesture that meant "a lot", "Everything you can think of and nothing you can think of."
A certain bone arrow pierced Drusilla in the realm of thought, and the girl asked, "Including weapons?" Ramesile and the other rangers froze, the news of the metal scarcity was known to them.
A smile bloomed at the corners of Lysatos' mouth. "Of course, war materiel is one of my main items of business." The subject changed, "But this wolf-filled atmosphere isn't exactly conducive to business negotiations, so let's talk about that some other time."
Drusillia frowned, the gargoyle did not seem to want to talk deeply. She tried to say, "I hope we have the opportunity to start trade. Rameshirai was ordered to lead the rangers to inquire about your arrival, now that the task has been completed, can we be allowed to return to my king?
"No." The dragon gently refused, and the atmosphere at the negotiating table changed back to the Daemon King's frying pan. The distant rangers immediately filled their bows and arrows, ready for a duel to the death.
"As a memorable beginning of friendship, let us exchange gifts."
The elves loosened their bow strings in confusion, unable to keep up with the dragon's jumpy thinking.
Lysatos snapped his fingers and the scales on his claws scraped loudly and frighteningly. A strange creature corresponding to the dragon's summons accompanied by a flash of light teleported here, and the rangers immediately drew the bowstring again. It is not that the elves are fragile nerves a shock, but this new guy's appearance is too distorted, very much in line with the legendary image of the heart gouging demon.
The spherical creature has nothing but a huge eye and a big mouth on the front, and four tentacles of different colors and luminescence are sticking out from the side and back, like twisting water snakes dancing in the air. The big meatball that challenged the aesthetic limits of the Tia elves floated in mid-air, slowly floating up and down in rhythm.
Lysatos clawed a point and said: "My butler and salesman, Vlamil.
The salesman known as Vlamil turned to the elven princess and his eyes moved with a startling intensity. "The great mage's faithful servant, the magic-eyed governor Vlamil salutes you, beautiful lady ...," the large mouth grinned a nerve-jangling smile, his voice high-pitched and shrill.
Both the appearance and the flattering tone of voice made Drusilla's sweat stand up, while Ramesile was relieved to find no sharp teeth in the meatball's bloody mouth, I should say nothing but a tongue - so this thing should not be carnivorous.
"Go and bring the gift."
"As you wish! My lord." Like a domestic dog with a bone in its mouth, Vlamir whirled happily on command, its fluorescent tentacles making a beautiful trajectory. It jumped down the high slope and flew into the stone wall gate.
Drusillia eyes trailed the strange creature that could fly without wings, it floated forever 1 Sami off the ground, is this the same power as the dragon's fire? Magic ...
Vlamir soon returned, bringing a "gift" that surprised the elves - it carried three sleeping elves.
Lysatos explained before the crowd took too much action: "These three Tia were intercepted when I flew over the border between the Eastern Kingdoms and the Tia Forest, although my business principles are peaceful transactions, excluding the plundering of other people's goods, but slave trading is not in my marketing program. Although the human slave-catching team is concerned about the integrity of the goods did not physically abuse, but the intensity of Tia's resistance let them suffer no small amount of mental torture, my potion can soothe the emotions, twelve hours to sober up.
"... In any case, I thank you on behalf of the Tia elves for your helping hand." Drusillia sighed at the capriciousness of fate, her bankrupt rescue plan actually let Lysatos finish. But what to return the favor with now?
Three miserable compatriots must be brought back, Drusillia hesitantly pulled out a gemstone pendant from within her leather armor, the pale orange crystal exposed to the moonlight showing a soft glowing circle. The young lady pulled the pendant off and said in a loud voice: "This is the glowing stone that was bred in the Tyrian forest in ancient times, harvested by our ancestors and handed down from generation to generation, and granted only to members of the royal family and outstanding heroes. It has accompanied me for 320 ... now, I present it to you as a symbol of Tia's friendship."
Rameshirai gripped the wooden hilt of his sword with a creaking sound, Druhiria's light stone was hung by the Elven King's own hand at birth and never taken off. Giving the royal gift to a foreigner would have been no less troublesome on both the king's and the temple's part. But the ranger captain sensibly did not stop it, whether for the sake of the captured elves or as a princess of determination, he had to maintain the dignity of Tia.
Lysatos did not refuse the gift, otherwise a new conflict might have occurred. Drusillia gathered enough courage to let Vladimir's slender tentacles take the pendant, the dragon said it would send Vladimir to visit his home in the evening of three days later, and the elven princess only welcomed on her own behalf. After saying that, the back of the ranger picked up the "gift" and left.
Drusillia ran back to the green capital absent-mindedly. The events of the past few hours had been too bizarre, with elven-speaking dragons and big eyeballs, the self-managing flames and magical stone doors, and the store ... The Elven Princess felt she had discovered an important opportunity, and she had too much to say to her father.
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Lysatos twirled the pendant in his invisible mage's hand to observe it before his eyes, the diamond-shaped crystal only the size of an elf's thumb contrasting so sharply with the size of a gargoyle. The magic-eyed governor said pointedly, "Master, your luck and wisdom follow you like a shadow, you got the dimensional crystals on the first try."
"It's too small and can only push my mage tower building progress by 1%. To control Saraph I need more dimensional crystals, Vlamir, you know what to do ..."
"Of course." Vlamir's upper eyelids pressed downward, squeezing out a crescent-shaped look. "I will contribute all the Phyrexian light stones of the Elves to you."
Lysatos nodded, the light in the dragon's eyes was cold and deep ...