Diary of the Death Wizard

Chapter 387 Gift

Half-elf? Thor refused with difficulty, I can't give it to you.

The consciousness in the black space once made Sol take Konsha out and hand it over to the half-elf, but at this moment the half-elf unexpectedly entered the valley on its own initiative.

Don't worry, I will take him out. Unlike you ordinary people, I can't get out after I enter the valley.

Sol was taken aback for a moment, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed to be the case.

Judging from the information he just received, this valley of elves is like a filter, the outermost layer of locks that imprison the elves.

The wizard can still struggle to get in and out of the mesh, but the elf just can't really get in and out.

Although the person in front of him is a half-elf, unless he can lose half of his elven blood, he will spend the rest of his life here.

But even so, Sol couldn't just give him the head of the Elven King.

The half-elf obviously understood Sol's concerns. He thought for a while and said, If I say that I want to destroy it, you won't believe it easily, right? In this way, if you hold it, I can destroy it without touching it. After that, you can dispose of the wreckage as you like, and there is no problem bringing it out of the valley.

How can I confirm that you did destroy it?

The half-elf didn't get angry with Thor's questioning several times, Some things are like the sun, even if there are dark clouds, you will still know that it is behind the dark clouds.

Thor looked down at the head in his hand.

It's strange that no elf king is as good-looking as a half-elf.

Is it really a miracle of mixed blood?

May I ask why you wanted to destroy it?

Didn't you want to destroy it just now? The half-elf approached Sol, but stopped three meters away from him.

This distance is enough. The snowflakes floating around him became denser, Since you want to destroy it, you should already understand its danger, right?

Although I live very hard, I like this world very much. The return of the elves will definitely bring irreversible pollution to this world. In addition... the world is bound to be destroyed.

Sol looked at the half-elf with a serious face. What was the word he just disappeared?

Will it be sag?

Although it's the first time we've met...but I'm willing to believe you. Sol stretched out his arms and placed the head of the Elven King on the carpet in front of him, Please.

Seeing Sol so straightforward, the half-elf was stunned. After recovering, he asked Sol, Are you Sol?

How do you know me?

When I came in, Gorza told me to send you out before I died. The half-elf clapped his palms lightly, When I came in, I met a wizard apprentice, and I asked him if he was Thor. He said yes. I sent him out.

Saul guessed at once that it must be the escaped Mark.

Unexpectedly, he, who killed Monroe and Herman halfway, was lucky to leave early because of the half-elf.

Sol smiled slightly, Mr. Gorza... still cares about me.

Looking at Sol's slightly cool smile, the half-elf said something more, Some things look alike, but they are not necessarily what you think.

Sol suppressed the smile on his face. In front of this half-elf, he didn't know why he actually showed his true emotions.

That's the way it is said, but it can be understood multiple times, and in the end you still don't know anything.

He made up his mind and replied like this.

The half-elf didn't say anything, just raised his hands, and the ten fingers turned into colorful lights and shadows.

Then he waved to the head of the Elf King on the carpet, and a colored silk thread was pulled out from the top of the Elf King's head by an invisible force.

Thor watched quietly, without making a sound or disturbing the half-elf.

He could see that as the colored silk thread was pulled away bit by bit, the originally beautiful face gradually changed its appearance.

From the image of a black-haired woman who fit Saul's aesthetics, she became a silver-haired androgynous beauty.

It's also very beautiful, but the outline of the facial features is completely different from just now.

The colored thread came into the hands of the half-elf, and he continued to pull it.

More and more threads were pulled out, and further changes took place in that beautiful head.

It began to dry out, age, and lose its vitality.

Finally, as the tail of the silk thread left the head and entered the palm of the half-elf, the head completely dimmed.

it died.

Sol clearly sensed this.

And the body of the half-elf holding the silk thread also began to condense thick frost, and the color that belonged to him also retreated, retreating to the palm of his hand little by little.

Thor opened his mouth, and he watched the half-elf lose all color and beauty, and turned into a pale human form.

It is actually very similar to those weird figures in the forest!

But he didn't have the unreal feeling of those weird human figures.

He is real.

Maybe this is the benefit of his other half of human blood?

Finally, the colors converged completely to his fingertips, forming an ever-changing sphere.

The head can be taken away. Although it has no spiritual support, it is still a good witchcraft material. It is very inclusive and suitable for various transformations.

Thor bent down, touched the shriveled head with his fingertips, and easily put it into the compressed luggage.

Thanks.

The half-elf nodded and accepted Thor's thanks.

Then he held the ball of colored light and approached the pure white throne step by step.

Saul stepped aside automatically, feeling a sense of sadness in his heart for some reason.

There was no warning in the diary, and it was obvious that the half-elf was really going to die calmly.

The half-elf walked up to the White Throne and knelt down on one knee.

His movements faltered for a moment, but in the end he slowly and firmly handed the colored ball to the weaving painting.

The next moment, the ordinary-looking weaving painting suddenly produced a suction force, sucking all the colored balls into the painting.

Then the half-elf fell powerlessly under the throne.

The ice crystals on his body began to recede, and the snowflakes floating in the room also disappeared, just like the magical power began to disintegrate, everything returned to normal, everything returned to calm.

He looked sideways at Sol, finally showing his first smile since meeting him.

Fortunately, I can still use the power of the throne to send you out, otherwise I will break my promise.

Seeing the half-elf struggling to climb to the throne, the ropeway stepped forward to help him up, but the other party shook his head and refused.

Are my eyes on you?

Sol thought of the Pupil of Exile he had just obtained, and nodded.

The half-elf had climbed to the throne and sat down, and for a moment he seemed to regain some strength.

He said to Thor seriously: The Forest of Four Seasons is just one of the elves' settlements, and elves used to live in other places. Whenever and wherever, don't respond to the elves' request.

Saul nodded, I know.

The half-elf closed his eyes, Okay, I'll send you out now, and give you all the things I don't need.

In the next second, countless snowflakes suddenly surged under Sol's feet, directly blocking his vision.

At the last moment when his vision was blocked, Thor saw the half-elf's pale body decaying rapidly.

When the snowflakes cleared, Sol found that he was still standing in the forest where he met Mark on the first day.

He failed to bring back the four containers lost in the Elven Valley, but he gained a lot from this trip.

Because in the process of leaving the valley, he realized what the half-elf had given him?

The half-elf actually gave Sol all the pure magic power left in him!

Thor didn't know how he did it.

After all, in this world, magic power is not like internal strength, which can be passed around.

Now Sol's mana value is actually very close to the minimum requirement for an official wizard!

Next, he only needs to concentrate on studying for a year or two... and he will be promoted to an official wizard!

Thor looked back into the depths of the forest.

Thank you, half-elf who doesn't even have a name.