Lysatos left the library in a happy mood and returned to his beloved jeweled bed, waiting to hear the report.
Vlamir took a piece of paper and read: "The damage to the demiplane is as follows, 75% of the sub-dimensional traps are broken, the land collapsed 3%, due to the low temperature caused by the necrosis of crops in the plains area, basically this season's grain harvest, in order to maintain the flame cage of God's sin, it is necessary to use one third of the regular energy supply of the demiplane ... "
"Stop, stop, stop." Lysatos headache, grabbed the gold coins to throw over. "I just crawled out of the old paper pile, not to listen to your report of mourning, talk about the harvest."
Magic-eyed governor with a helpless face pulled out the gold coins in his mouth, paper turned over a face: "Excluding the things that decayed due to unequal time flow between the astral world and the demiplane, there are 32 enchanted weapons and equipment, 5 magic wonders, dozens of materials with use value, half a ton of divine rocks, unfortunately containing immortal blood on one piece... ..."
"Where is the secret box?"
"Opened, ordinary high-priced mage specifications collection, scrolls, staffs are nothing out of the ordinary, has been filled to the store. On the contrary, there is a strange object is very rare, the master should be used." Vlamir took out the charm in the shape of a water drop from his mouth and handed it to the golden dragon.
Lysatos observed for a moment, then activated the strange object, and purple light dust coalesced out of thin air, constructing a translucent hexagonal portal that was 1 Sami square.
"[Subspace magic window]?" Lysatos shocked, this is the Sarum elves' racial ability, never passed out, let alone made into a curiosity.
Salem elves are a well-known race in the Toril universe, extremely high magic. They look like a mass of black gelatin weighing 2 tons, with a shimmering magical glow on their bodies. Three heads with bloody mouths extend from the gelatinous body, with no organs except for mouths and nostrils, a smooth skin. There are nine arms with an eye in each palm. This neutral race has a long history, dating back to the beginning of chaos.
Each Sarum elite monster can show [subspace magic window] at will, can fight, cast spells, observe through the magic window, in short, it can hit the enemy, the enemy can not hit him.
Lysatos threw a mass [Dancing Light Spell] at the spinning purple magic window, the light mass entered the magic window then appeared from the position above Vlamir's head and landed on the magic eye.
"A very clever imitation, basically recreating the ability of the Sarum Elf. But there is still a flaw, Salem elves can summon three magic windows at the same time, and can move. This only has the ability to observe and sneak attack, the enemy will stay away. It can be used 2 times a day for 3 minutes each time. What's the origin of this mage?"
"I presume from the notes he left behind that he should be half human and half Sarum elves, so he can make subspace pendants. But he's a race mix ..."
Salem elves can not morph itself, other races can not transform into Salem elves, so to give birth to mixed blood must insta-mating, humans and three heads of gelatinous ...
]]The master and servant at the same time a shiver, too heavy taste.
Good understanding of the dragon's will butler immediately change the subject: "master, nearly a month, our magic store has not yet officially opened, and first credit out of the batch of weapons, it does not work."
"The defense war should be near the end, you go today to finalize the details of the transaction, and by the way, bring a batch of weapons over.
Vlamir was anxious: "How can you still sell weapons? Really feed the army, the humans are afraid of being beaten, the elves will greatly reduce the degree of demand for us, the glowing stones will not be able to get, the mage tower plans will not be put on hold."
"You think the human race will be cowed if they lose this battle, wrong, not to mention defeat, even if they are completely annihilated, the supporters behind the Guild of the Broken Ear will also push for a larger-scale invasion. With trade with Tyria cut off for nearly 80 years, the merchant guilds of the southeastern human forces are as hungry as a pretty widow in her prime, and will not back down from bloodshed when they find new points of interest; the lives of those cannon fodder are not worth anything."
"New interests? What is it?"
Lysatos said deeply, "Of course it is ..."
"Unicorn!" The slave catcher who had half his teeth knocked out laughed maniacally, "Seen it, my brethren were trampled to death by the white-skinned beasts, I have information, who am I to tell you."
Somewhere in the camp on the outskirts of the forest, the persecutor squeezed his fist to a rattling sound, "You'll know the reason after I knock all your teeth off."
"Come on! Bastard, who's afraid." The slave catcher spat out a mouthful of bloody spit, "There are no cowards in the forest, my brothers are dead and I'm the only one left, if I can't even keep the information I got with my life, am I still a fucking man!"
"You're looking for death!" Forced to swing his fist, but was squeezed by a strong and powerful rough hand.
"Mort, back off." The persecutor Mott respectfully stepped aside, a furrowed old face appeared in front of the slave catcher, containing a watery light brown skin at a glance to know that it is long years in the rainforest to make a living. The old man with a pipe in his mouth, a head of rotten short hair, looks no different from the mud leg in the field, but the pair of creepy eyes, like two ice picks, directly into the brain.
The slave catcher was stared at by the sharp eyes for a few minutes, cold sweat dripped out. He told himself not to be afraid, not to be afraid.
The old man suddenly spit his eyes on the man's face, and he overreacted with a cry of fear.
With laughter, he felt half of his hot blood and hardness was missing.
The old man spoke, his voice still soft: "What is your name?"
"Thorn, Thorn Fox, the title I gave myself."
"Good Mr. Prickly Fox, do you know who I am."
"Yes, you are Dogfish. The most powerful slave catcher leader of the broken ears, in and out of the forest for decades, all the people who wanted you dead are dead, and you are still alive. But ... I'm not afraid of you."
"Have courage, tell us how your brother died."
"I ..." The prickly fox was going to grit his teeth and say beat this big man to death, you guys can't get anything out of the unicorn. But the topic turned to his brother ...
"We had ambushed in the bushes, sentry Larry's suddenly shot dead, and then ... then that white-haired beast rushed out, Gale shouted for me to run, the words were not finished by the sharp horn stabbed right through, and the little Mani, was hoof stomped on the head ... ...oooh ..."
Prickly fox every sentence the bottom of a point less, and later completely collapsed, snot and tears whimpering.
The old dog fish face did not change at all, interrupted and said, "Open the price, how much."
"What?" The prickly fox did not react.
"You keep the information is not trying to sell to the earbreakers guild, sell me is the same, open the price."
The topic changed too quickly, was led by the nose to ask the stabbing fox did not know which point to guard against. "Two hundred ... no, three hundred razor coins."
"Here you go." Dogfish threw over a bag of gold coins, bright wealth makes the stabbing fox unbelievable, so easy?
"You can tell me the information to take this money, from now on do some small business, and then forget everything in the forest. Whether it's Larry, Gale or little Mani, they no longer have anything to do with you, you don't have to worry about how to revenge, because those dead people have nothing to do with you in the future."
The stabbing fox's jaw dropped open and his mouth was speechless.
"You think about it, I'll wait around." Dogfish walked to the side, Mott immediately moved over a chair and filled the old man with tobacco.
Stinging Fox held the gold coin, the struggle on his face even a child can see. For a full half hour, the humongous bandits under Dogfish were impatient, but no one dared to go up and disturb the old man who was smoking.
"Pop." Stabbing Fox threw the gold coins scratch to the old man, flung himself down on his knees and said, "Boss Dogfish, if I trade my brothers' lives for these gold coins, I won't be able to sleep well for the rest of my life. You are the best hunter in the Southeast Alliance, as long as you are willing to take me with you, let me kill that beast to take revenge, not to mention information, life can be given to you."
Old Dogfish sipped his cigarette and exhaled: "I'm still missing a tent bearer."
"Okay! As long as you let me take revenge, eat shit!"
"You go first, the intelligence night we talk alone."
The stabbing fox walked away happily. Mott was full of admiration: "Old man, you are really powerful. Three or five words not only get information for free, and also abduct people to do hard labor. How did you know he would do that?"
"Heh." Dogfish put out his pipe and said flatly, "The reason why strong people are strong is that they are supported by conviction inside, and his conviction is brotherhood, which is easy to deal with when you see through it."
"What if that kid chooses to walk away with the money?"
"It shows that he is hardened is only a temporary appearance, the inner vulnerability, you can use your fist to knock out the other half of his teeth, the money and information is still mine."
Mott left satisfied, he felt he had learned a lot.
The old man turned his head to look at the sky of the Tyrian forest, silent. Dogfish was first his grandfather's title, when he was thirteen years old, working in a slave catching team as an odd job. Forty years later, everyone called him Dogfish in reverence, and the original name faded into oblivion. As the longest living slave catcher leader, he has worked with more than three elves.
Tia Forest was his life, his battlefield. As the years eroded, the twilight wore down the ambition, the simple slave catching could no longer find the thrill, until the rumors of the unicorn rang through the forest, the dogfish felt that life had a purpose again.
This is his third trip into the jungle in half a month, he wants a living unicorn to draw the perfect end to his hunting career.