Arwen Entering the field, the dirt road is located at the edge of a small river. The river bank is gentle and covered with cattails.
The sun shines on the water, making the waves sparkling.
Near the farmhouse not far away, Arwen heard a tinkling sound.
It was the rhythmic sound of forging iron, and a dwarf was forging farm tools.
The first person to discover Arwen was not a guard, but a guinea fowl foraging among the nettles.
In northern villages, almost every household raises guinea fowl, because nothing is better than this nervous poultry at alerting people to the approach of outsiders.
Then came the guard dog, barking at him.
Arwen's entire body was shrouded in a large navy blue robe, and his face was covered with a Hydra mask.
After just a low glance, the guard dog that was greeted whimpered and ran back to the village in fear.
A man who was working in the field saw Arwen's outfit, put down his farm tools and came over.
He wiped his hands on his clothes and trouser legs to shake off the soil on the ground.
There was a kind smile on his face, as if he was seeing a relative reunited after a long absence.
"Oh, it's the envoy, are you back?"
An elf woman carrying a barrel passed by him, bowed slightly, and greeted him in fluent Common Tongue.
"Praise the gods, good morning, my lord, and wish you good health."
After that, the elf women walked towards the fields and farmed with the human men.
Arwen frowned slightly under the mask.
Elves farming is a very incredible thing.
You can say that elves are good at architecture and aesthetics, but farming is something ordinary elves don't have, and are even looked down upon.
In their lonely hearts, what nature and the oak forest give them is real food.
Also, ever since he entered the village, the wolf head badge on his chest has been vibrating.
Under spiritual perception, rich magic power flows in the air.
There is definitely something affecting their minds.
While he was thinking, a guard wearing chainmail and a cross steel sword hanging on his waist walked quickly from the village gate.
They straightened their backs and had sharp eyes. They looked like they were no ordinary militiamen. They had received formal military training.
The guard quickly approached and stopped one meter in front of Arwen. He lowered his right hand to his left chest and performed a standard military salute.
With a smile on his lips, he said in a respectful tone, "Jared I have met the envoy, I wish you all the best."
Arwen nodded.
Jared turned sideways and said, "Sir, the last time I saw you was three months ago."
"The village chief will definitely be very happy if he knows you are back."
"Are you going to the manor now?"
Manor?
Arwen looked deep into the village. When he was on the gentle slope, he noticed an area enclosed by a stone wall at the back of the village. In the center was a three-story stone castle, which should be the manor he mentioned.
There, the magic power is so strong that it can even rival Circle of Elements.
He didn't speak and walked straight past Jared.
Jared had no anger on his face, but still had a gentle look on his face, leading the way.
After officially entering the village, with this costume, every villager will greet him cordially when they see him.
He did not respond to these villagers, but just looking at them casually made their faces glow with excitement.
In this troubled world full of unruly people, this feeling makes Arwen very uncomfortable.
Even more exaggerated than Toussaint.
Walking towards the manor in front, my nose twitched and there was a burning smell in the air.
A large area of the outer stone wall collapsed.
Just by looking at it, you can tell that a battle broke out here.
Arwen coughed slightly and made a sinister sound.
"During this period, I have been conducting magic research. What happened here?"
Jared sighed, without any doubt.
"Reporting to the envoy, not long ago, a mad woman came to the village, a sorceress."
"When she disagreed, she cast magic in the village and injured twelve of our brothers. The scene was really terrible."
"Fortunately, two envoys were in the village at that time and stopped the other party, otherwise the village would have been destroyed."
Having said this, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his eyes full of fear.
Sorceress?
Could it be Ms. Freyja?
The two envoys are probably two wizards. How many secrets are hidden in this small village?
Arwen's tone was solemn.
"It's really unreasonable. You dare to come to our place and act wild. You are so bold. Are our people okay?"
Jared could hear the anger in Arwen's tone, especially the last sentence, which made him feel warm in his heart.
"Our man received magic treatment immediately and has almost recovered. Thank you for your concern, envoy.
, Arwen hummed, "Where is that arrogant sorceress?"
Jared immediately replied, "He is imprisoned in the dungeon underground in the manor."
"Is the envoy going to interrogate her?"
Arwen said without hesitation, "Yes, take me to see her."
The staff in his hand hit the ground hard.
"Yes."
Under the leadership of Jared, there was no obstacle to entering the manor.
The interior of the manor is completely different from the peaceful and leisurely life in the village outside. There are patrolling guards and well-equipped weapons everywhere.
Each team is assigned a vigilance officer who will blow the horn on his waist whenever any problem is discovered.
Go through a long corridor, the stone walls on both sides of the corridor are covered with torches, then go down a spiral staircase and enter the manor dungeon.
Humid air lingered at the tip of my nose, and the temperature dropped a lot.
Jared led the way, "The room where the sorceress is held is right in front."
As he said that, Arwen stopped at the fork in the corridor in front and heard slight footsteps.
Slowly raising his head, a man wearing a wizard's robe appeared in his sight.
The style of the robe is the same as his, except that it is not navy blue, but dark blue all over. The fabric is extremely elegant, and the cuffs are embroidered with silver runes.
The most important thing is that he also wears a mask on his face, Hydra mask.
Arwen's heart accelerated involuntarily. The other party, like the blue-robed wizard he killed, was a Hydra envoy.
He clenched the staff in his hand tightly, and his mind was already making crazy calculations on how to control Jared and the wizard in front of him in the first time.
When the blue-robed wizard saw him, he quickly stopped and looked him up and down.
The wolf head badge on the chest is constantly vibrating.
"I don't know you."
The blue-robed wizard's voice came out from under the mask and echoed in the corridor.
"However, from the insect tattoo on the back of your hand, you should be the envoy wizard known as Insect Envoy."
"It's an honor to meet you. I am a new wizard who has joined the organization. You can call me "Meng"."
Arwen Hearing this, he subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief with a cold voice.
"I see, you are the one in the mask's message."
The blue-robed wizard laughed. He kept looking at Arwen, his mental power constantly trying to peek into the true face under the mask.
But as soon as this mental power touched the mask, it was like falling into a quagmire, and there was deathly silence.
Francesca As a legendary female elf warlock, the magic props she creates are not something that just cats and dogs can challenge.
The blue-robed wizard withdrew his mental power and felt a trace of fear in his heart.
As expected, none of the wizards called envoys are simple.
Arwen took a step forward, and a cold breath came out.
"Newcomer, take care of your eyes. If you dare to look at it one more time, I will stuff the eggs into your eye sockets."
The blue-robed wizard froze, took a step back slightly, and spread his hands, "Ahem, don't be angry. I'm just curious and want to know if the envoys have terrible abilities."
"Insect Envoy are here, but for the sorceress?"
He changed the subject and was unwilling to confront Arwen head-on.
Arwen snorted coldly.
The blue-robed wizard stepped aside and said, "It just so happens that I am also a little interested in the sorceress and want to ask her something. Can we go together?"
Arwen said nothing and walked straight past him towards the special dungeon at the end of the corridor.
The corners of the mouth of the blue-robed wizard twitched under the mask, and his eyes moved to Jared.
The latter shivered and hurriedly withdrew, secretly comparing the two envoys.
This newcomer is far inferior to Master Insect Envoy.
Arwen Pushing open the wooden door, the world behind the door is not as damp and dark as imagined in a dungeon.
The air is fresh, there are kerosene lamps, and even furniture.
It's not like holding a prisoner, but under house arrest.
His eyes quickly locked on the woman sitting on the edge of the bed.
The woman's figure is not tall, her face is round, her features are dignified, her face is pale and weak, her chest is rising and falling, and she is breathing heavily.
She sensed someone coming in and looked with tired eyes. When she saw the Hydra mask on the person's face, her eyes were full of disgust, making her feel like she had fallen into an ice cave.
If you look closely, you will see that there are gray-green shackles on her hands and feet.
Dimeritium shackles.
As a sorceress, once they come into contact with this thing, the magic power in their body will be sealed, which will cause them great physical pain, causing severe nausea, convulsions and even collapse.
The blue-robed wizard walked in and introduced Arwen with a somewhat flattering tone.
"This is Freyja Natravan Sorceress, Kaedwen a famous healer."
With that said, he walked up to Freyja, stretched out his hand to lift Freyja's chin, and said in a arrogant tone, "Hey, elegant lady, how long are you going to be stubborn? The person in front of you is Lord Insect Envoy."
"As long as you agree to the organization's request, we will let you go immediately."
""Look, we are full of patience and preferential treatment for you."
Freyja tilted his head, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.
"Save your strength, you bunch of lackeys of the cult."
"When Kaedwen reacts, blood and fire will burn throughout the canyon."
The blue-robed wizard sneered, "Kaedwen? Those nobles who think they are noble? Haha, I think they are a bunch of trash."
"I'm not here today to persuade you. I just want to ask you some questions. I only care about one person, a demon hunter."
Freyja didn't speak, just looked at him coldly.
Arwen's expression remained unchanged, but his heart was filled with panic.
The only witcher who came into contact with Freyja was School of the Wolf.
The blue-robed wizard leaned down, his eyes filled with ferocious madness.
"I know that you know him, a black-haired demon hunter. As long as you tell me his whereabouts, and the organization is short of manpower, I will plead for you and let you become one of us."
The black-haired demon hunter, Arwen, kept looking at the blue-robed wizard in front of him who called himself "Meng".
A name quietly emerged in my mind.
Freyja looked disdainfully, turned his head to the side and closed his eyes.
"Don't tell me?" the blue-robed wizard snorted coldly, "You and I also have magic. If we want to pry open someone's mouth, you should understand how easy it is."
"You're really asking for trouble."
As he spoke, he slowly raised his right hand, his fingers slightly bent, the magic power around him began to surge, and the robe danced lightly.
At the same time, a hand suddenly grasped his right arm.
The blue-robed wizard turned his head, "What? Insect Envoy, do you have any advice? Through Mental Crushing, we can easily get the news we want."
Mental Crushing relies on one's own mental power to crush the enemy's consciousness in order to obtain intelligence.
Under the control of Dimeritium, this is very simple.
But the consequences are also serious, and the other party is likely to become an idiot.
"I'm not interested in her affairs." Arwen pressed his fingers slightly, "But I'm very curious about the witcher you mentioned. How could a wizard be interested in Monstrum?"
The blue-robed wizard released his fingers. What he just said was to deliberately attract the attention of Insect Envoy.
"This demon hunter acted despicably and cruelly. He took a fancy to a prop belonging to my friend, deliberately deceived him, brutally killed him, and took away the treasure."
"This is simply unconscionable. Such Monstrum should not exist in this world."
"Sir, if you have any information about him, or are willing to help me deal with this demon hunter, I will give you a generous reward."
What the blue-robed wizard said was sincere and there was no trace of pretense.
"Your Excellency is talking about the newly promoted baron?"
"Insect Envoy knows him?"
"Of course, this matter is abuzz in Kaedwen, of course I know, and I also know where he is."
As soon as he said these words, Freyja, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, trembled and subconsciously clenched the quilt with his hands.
The blue-robed wizard's eyes lit up, "Oh, where is he?"
Arwen chuckled, "Before I tell you, let's talk about the remuneration we just mentioned."
The blue-robed wizard said, "What do you want?"
"I can show you what I have stored up over the years, and you can choose any magic item from it as a reward for telling the news."
Arwen shook his head.
The blue-robed wizard frowned, "Two pieces."
Suddenly, he felt that the five fingers holding his right arm were getting harder and harder, making it impossible to break free.
In his sight, the palm of his hand clasped his neck like lightning, and his eyes darkened with such force that he almost fainted.
The other party's whisper came to my ears.
"There is no need for magic props. Why don't you tell me your head and the information in your mind, Ben Ad's George wizard."
"You----you are----
The blue-robed wizard's pupils shrank, showing extreme shock.
Arwen let go of his right arm and hit him hard on the back of the head with a knife.
The intense dizziness caused him to completely lose consciousness.