Francesca's faint blue eyes stared at the demon hunter through the mist.
"A month ago, Aelirenn, the elf elder in front of you, told me about the situation in the camp."
"I sent my crony, Ida Emin Aipsiweni, to investigate the missing child here."
"According to time, she should have arrived half a month ago, but she didn't show up."
Arwen said in a deep voice, "Ida·Ai Min?"
Francesca nodded, "Well, Ida Ai Min is an elf sage and a powerful sorceress."
"But she didn't appear here. I was very confused. I used magic to contact her through long-distance transmission, but I didn't receive a response."
"Later, I used astrology and deduced that her location is at the feet of the Kestrel Mountains."
"So, I suspect that her disappearance may be related to the Hydra Cult you mentioned."
"Witcher, please accept my commission and look for Ida Emin. I need her, and the Iron Sid tribe needs her."
Iron Sid is the name of the elves.
Of course, this family of elves is not the only one. There is also a group called Ain El, which is what people call it, Wild Hunt.
Arwen Sisi, Elf Sage, is not the only one, but a very important title.
They have prophetic abilities, rich knowledge, and powerful magic.
Every elf sage is an important figure in the elf clan.
Arwen frowned slightly, "Sir, if an elf sage is trapped in Hydra Canyon, then this Hydra Cult may not be as simple as it seems."
Francesca's eyes moved around and came to the giant sword behind the demon hunter.
"Yes, this is not a simple matter. I will help you. If you successfully find Ida Aimin, you will gain my Francesca's eternal friendship and generous rewards."
Arwen The cat's eyes lit up.
In the world of "The Witcher", the preciousness of Francesca's friendship is self-evident.
Whether it is the power of the elves or her own strength as a legendary sorceress.
If you encounter trouble in the future, it will definitely be a very powerful helper.
Arwen put his right hand on his left chest, "Okay, Sir Francesca, I accept your commission."
"Very well, witcher, you always make wise choices."
Francesca The corners of his mouth raised a beautiful smile.
Arwen raised his head, "But before that, please tell me how to help."
"Of course, I won't stand idly by."
Francesca said, "I know from Aelirenn's mouth that you received a mask about Hydra."
"Give it to me, I need to take a good look at it."
Arwen hesitated for a moment, then took out the ebony mask engraved with nine twisted snakes from the space ring.
Aelirenn stepped forward, took the mask respectfully, held it with both hands, and put it into the fountain water.
As soon as the mask entered the water, the originally turquoise water boiled instantly, and a dazzling silver magic light emerged from the bottom of the water.
Francesca raised his right hand and touched it to his side. When his palm appeared on the screen again, there was already an extra mask.
She lowered her blue eyes, whispered a spell in her mouth, and a green light appeared on the mask.
"You human wizards, especially those at the Ben Ard School of Magic, are overly obsessed with spells of destruction and domination."
Speaking of this, she slowly raised her mask with her palms, and kept chanting in her mouth, like a cold mountain spring, pleasant to the ear.
"But they have forgotten that the ultimate secret of magic is never destruction, but creation."
As the words fell, a silver halo appeared in her palms, and the mask disappeared from it, returning to the bottom of the pool again.
Aelirenn took it out, and the originally terrifying scarlet snake pupils were now glowing green.
But as time goes by, the green light also dissipates and returns to its original appearance.
Arwen was shocked from the bottom of his heart. From this scene alone, it can be seen that Francesca's mastery of teleportation is the only one in the world.
Taking the mask in Aelirenn's hand, there was a slightly cool touch on my fingertips, as well as a faint floral fragrance.
Francesca folded his hands and introduced, "This mask itself is a magic prop. It has the function of long-distance communication, but it is very simple. It can only transmit a sentence in the form of text. Fortunately, it does not have the function of peeking."
"I have now made a simple magic transformation. When you wear it, you can completely control your breath."
"I can sense that you also have a magical item that conceals your aura. With the combination of the two, it will be difficult for me to sense you as long as you don't appear directly in front of me."
"Also, I used astrology to divine the appearance of the original owner of this mask. After you put it on, as long as you inject magic power, you can transform into his appearance. The length of time depends on how long you can provide magic power. You can try it on."
Is this a simple magic transformation?
Arwen held the mask in his hand, and after a brief shock, he put it on his face.
With a thought, magic power was injected into the mask.
The eyes of Hydra on the ebony mask flashed with luster, and his figure quickly changed, from a black leather jacket to a green robe.
The yellow cat eyes dissipated and were replaced by brown pupils.
He coughed dryly, and his deep voice became much sharper.
Arwen was shocked again.
Regardless of appearance, body shape, or even voice, they are exactly the same as the green-robed wizard I saw before.
This is definitely a latent artifact.
With this magic item, you can take a lot of initiative whether you are sneaking into Hydra Canyon or doing other stealth events.
Francesca looked into his eyes, "How is it?"
Arwen saluted and said, "I am very satisfied."
Francesca chuckled, "That's good, go ahead, Demon Hunter. May the stars and the forest guide you. I look forward to good news from you."
The water mist condensed in the air dispersed, and the figure of Francesca gradually became illusory.
The ancient fountain became clear again, and the goldfinch sang again on the branches, as if the most beautiful elf in the world had never appeared.
Arwen took off the mask and put it into the space ring.
The Elf Elder stepped forward and said, "Let's go, Demon Hunter, they should have almost prepared everything."
Returning to the open space in front of the elf camp, the atmosphere had become chilly.
Earl Rupert has long been neatly dressed, and his dark blue brocade clothes have been replaced by silver armor plated with blue patterns.
This is Mansfeld Family heavy plate armor, shining with a cold luster in the sun.
Behind him stood three hundred soldiers wearing knight armor.
Considering the complex terrain deep in the forest, they abandoned their horses and were all armed with heavy shields, maces, knight swords and crossbows.
A wooden cart pulled by two horses was filled with various alchemical bombs made by the dwarf Lorik.
There is also a batch of chains, exuding a palpitating blue-gray color.
Dimeritium.
For magic, this is undoubtedly the best weapon.
On the elf side, the elf elders also asked Galar to select thirty elite archers. They are also very familiar with the forest environment and road conditions.
When Earl Rupert saw Arwen, he strode forward and said, "Everything is ready. We can be ready to go at any time."
Arwen looked at the soldiers behind him. Most of them had the same armor style as Earl. A few of them wore light red armor.
The chest of the armor is engraved with a light yellow flame emblem.
Rupert explained, "They were sent by Marquis Lower March. The Marquis knew that there was a cult here and was very concerned about this matter."
"As you know, there is a lot of friction between Lower March and Aedirn. He cannot come in person, so he can only send these twenty knights and sixty knights' retinues to assist us."
Arwen said, "Thank you Marquis for your generous help."
Rupert smiled heartily, "Time waits for no one, let's go."
Arwen gestured to the Eye Elf elder, who nodded in response.
Then he looked at Nenneke among the elves.
The other party held his hands in front of his chest, lowered his head, and prayed for Arwen.
The army marched into the depths of the forest.
This was indeed an extremely torturous march.
Dense and green ancient trees blocked the sky, the huge tangled tree roots on the ground, and the muddy swamps made these human soldiers wearing heavy armor miserable.
What's more, this forest is filled with traps laid by elves in the past, countless poisonous insects, snakes, and mutated plants.
Fortunately, Lorik and the elves were clearing the mines ahead, and no one was injured.
Arwen killed twelve Kikimore Worker on the road.
We even encountered a Giant Centipede nest.
Due to time constraints and the strong strength of Giant Centipede, Arwen could only choose to take a detour.
Two days later, in the early morning, the sun shone through the branches into the ground.
Galar stretched out his finger, walked towards the end of the forest, and said to Arwen and Earl Rupert.
"Go a little further and climb the gentle slope, and you can see the canyon."
Rupert's eyes looked tired, but they regained some brilliance.
Everyone quickened their pace and climbed up the high and gentle slope covered with moss, and the view ahead suddenly became clearer.
The towering Kestrel Mountains breaks into the sight, rolling and majestic.
Looking down the gentle slope, a huge gap appeared at the foot of the mountain range.
Rupert took a deep breath, "Oh, damn, this fresh air finally gets rid of this damp and dark forest."
Arwen looked towards the mouth of the canyon, where rows of wooden buildings appeared, with smoke rising from the cooking pots, and there was a large village and town.
When the elf Galar saw this scene, his eyes became shocked.
"How is this possible?" Galar's pupils shrank violently, and his voice was filled with disbelief.
"When did such a village and town exist here, deep in the forest, and where did it appear from?"
"Witcher, I chased a Griffin half a year ago and came here. At that time, I couldn't even see a shadow in the canyon."
"How did it become like this in just half a year?"
"Half a year?" Rupert murmured hesitantly, "No, that's not enough time. Look at the creek over there, they have set up a waterwheel, and the fields are neatly cultivated. It doesn't look like it can be done in half a year."
As a human lord, I still have the right to speak in this regard.
Arwen Looking far beyond the terrifying vision of ordinary people, he saw an incredible scene.
A bearded female dwarf stood on a wooden frame repairing the roof, and below her, a human villager smiled and handed her the tools.
In the fields, proud elves and human farmers work side by side.
No matter how you look at this picture, there is something strange about it.
Elves, dwarves, humans.
These three races are filled with hundreds of years of blood feud, exploitation and massacre.
But in the village in front of you, it is a happy place.
Rupert took out the simple telescope made by the dwarf Lorik and saw this picture.
"What the hell is this place?"
He felt his scalp numb.
As Earl, he knows better than anyone else that the harmony between humans and non-human races is full of hypocrisy and falsehood.
"Arwen, look over there, is it the monster you killed in the forest?
Earl stretched out his finger and pointed at the blue-grey insect pulling a truck on the dirt road.
And an elf child was sitting on the monster's head, playing with the monster's tentacles from time to time.
The originally violent and bloodthirsty monster shook its head obediently without any resistance.
Arwen took a breath.
"Well, it's Kikimore Worker."
This is not the world he knows. It goes against all common sense and is simply a paradise.
The dwarf Lorik also took out a small short-tube telescope from the tool bag he carried with him, and kept making strange noises.
Although the elf Galar has excellent eyesight, it is definitely not as good as the demon hunter's cat's eyes. He also borrowed a telescope from Lorik. After going through the cave, the relationship between the two was very harmonious.
Galar was stunned after seeing the scene in the village.
Arwen Meditation, is it mind control? Or what?
"Earl, Galar, let your people temporarily retreat to the edge of the forest and lurk."
"Master Lorik, distribute Dimeritium to the soldiers. Don't get close to this village yet."
Earl hummed and motioned Lorik to follow suit.
This is indeed the most reasonable approach at present.
"Baron, what about you?"
"I'll go down and investigate."
With that said, Arwen took out the ebony mask from the space ring.
The moment it covered his face, a green ripple enveloped his whole body like mercury pouring down the ground.
His tall back slowly shrank, and the witcher cloak and leather jacket on his body turned into a wide navy blue robe as the light and shadow distorted.
The exposed back of the hand is covered with black insect tattoos.
Even the recognizable yellow cat eyes were replaced with brown pupils.
A cold breath came out of his body.
In just one breath, the demon hunter carrying the two swords disappeared and was replaced by a green-robed wizard.
Lorik and Galar opened their mouths wide and were so shocked that they could hardly speak.
Lorik screamed, "It's----the evil wizard of that cave!"
"God----" Earl Rupert said in a low voice.
Arwen coughed dryly, adjusted his voice, turned slightly sideways, and made a silent gesture, his voice sharp.
"Quiet, gentlemen, don't be fooled by illusions, don't act rashly, wait for my signal."
"Lorik, you know the sound of our bombs. When the sound of bomb explosions is heard in the villages and towns, you will enter the villages. Remember, you must wear Dimeritium."
Earl Rupert heard this, came back to his senses, and spoke solemnly.
"Understood."
Arwen stretched out his right hand, grasped it in the air, and the wooden crutch belonging to the green-robed wizard appeared out of thin air in his hand.
He immediately walked up the gentle slope towards the village in an open and honest manner.