Why am I the only male apprentice of the evil queen

It is impossible for anyone to send their clansmen out with a long sigh of relief if they hand over their clansmen to someone with unknown origin without authorization. It is a matter of life.

Moreover, the fertility rate of the elves is not high, and every member of the clan is a very precious existence, let alone a blood elf guard who can pass the screening.

The subordinate next to Miss Adjutant whispered in her ear:

"Master Abillon, there are many patients in the Infected Persons Concentration Center who are dying, and we can only watch them die if we drag it on, how about..."

That's right, Fen Mu just claimed that they summoned him, if he can really be cured, it will prove his identity.

"Yes, Lord Fenmu, please follow me."

Chapter 7 The Pedantic Old Man

The environment of the Night Forest is quiet and pleasant, and the residences of the Night People are built on top of big trees.

The towering giant tree, as thick as a water tower, carries one forest cabin after another, and some glowing vines hang down, and the light on the fruit acts as a light to illuminate the road below.

Although according to Abillon's introduction, there is such a gloomy light all day long here, even in the daytime, the tone of the forest is only from dark gray to light gray.

"It's also for this reason that there are very few human races in the Forest of Darkness, because none of you are used to living in this environment. There have been travelers who have visited before, and they live in the bright peripheral areas, but it's less than half a month. Just said that I was going to be moldy, and left." Abilen acted as a tour guide and introduced the home of the people of night.

If you don't say anything along the way, it will always feel weird, let's just call it a conversation to ease the atmosphere.

Fenmu looked at the surrounding environment with admiration, little black-skinned elf Lolita, and many black-skinned elves, for some reason, I always feel that this skin color has an inexplicable sense of color and aura!

Of course, all the lust is based on the excellent appearance and the figure with the protruding front and back, otherwise it would not be called black skin, but black charcoal.

"No, I think this place is pretty good. It reminds me of the place where I was raised, in the jungle of the reef sea area, and this is the atmosphere at night." Fenmu nodded in praise.

It's gloomy and chilly, and it feels like there are good places to lay coffins everywhere, it's great!

There was a time before, he really didn't want to drag the coffin away, so he found a geomantic gem near the mountains and rivers, dug a hole to bury his mobile "villa" in it, and then hugged Anasta to sleep better sky.

Looking back now, it was really a very romantic memory! It's probably similar to the peaceful years that Wenqing pursues.

However, Fenmu didn't immerse himself in the good memories for too long. Before he arrived at the patient's concentration place, he asked:

"Do you know what caused the nightmare here? It's the source, not the way of infection."

"The incomplete creatures that come from the dream, the forest of all things is a place full of psychic energy, the boundary with the dream is clear and not easy to break through, but I didn't expect a mysterious creature to break through last time. The people of the night spent a lot of time It took a lot of time to kill it, but it also injured a lot of people." As soon as this matter was mentioned, Abby Lun couldn't help but sigh.

The spiritual power here in the Forest of All Things is indeed very abundant. The former aspect of the outstanding people and the earth spirit is temporarily unclear, but the earth spirit is certain. Fenmu now has a general understanding of nightmares, and guesses in his heart that the reason why the patients here will create two nightmares is probably because they have too much psychic power!

Abillon brought Finmu and others to a house carved out of huge dark crystals. The doorway was made of fog doors. There were many dark elves and demihumans similar to owls, that is, owls. It haunts here, and tall orcs with thick skin and big fangs occasionally appear.

"Inside is the patient's concentration center, a closed place made of dark crystals and barriers. In this case, it is not easy for the nightmare to escape."

"Okay, then take me in and have a look."

Following the example of others, Fenmu opened the fog door with his hands and entered. Many night people cast vigilant and doubtful eyes on the arrival of the strangers, but because Abilon was next to him, no one came up to make trouble.

The concentration center is actually equivalent to a large room. All the patients are placed on the ground, surrounded by people in charge of pastoral duties who are constantly taking care of the patients, walking back and forth to change the cleaning water and towels.

Fenmu saw that the atmosphere in the corner was not very good. It seemed that a dark elf was sick and dying, and two young girls were crying next to her, praying for her mother to get well.

He hurried forward and said:

"Let me take a look."

An elderly dark elf who appears to be in charge pulls Abiron aside and asks who this person is. Seeing that no one was blocking her, Fenmu hurriedly put her hand under her armpit to confirm the condition of the spiritual circuit.

It's not because he deliberately wanted to take advantage of it or something, it's because the circuit of the elves is so crooked, in fact, if you want to "feel the pulse" more accurately, it should be placed on the upper ribs, and Fenmu chose the armpit, which is already a compromise policy.

It's just that the people around the night don't think so, and a dark elf angrily reprimanded:

"What do you, a frivolous human race, want to do?! Are you going to be buried with the dead!"

"My mother is already very ill. No matter where you come from, you are not allowed to insult and offend her like this!" The little dark elf girl sniffed and stared at Fen Mu angrily.

Sidney couldn't bear others to say that about Fenmu. She was just about to make trouble, but Fenmu stopped her and told her not to care too much through the connection between consciousnesses.

People here don't know his diagnosis method, so they will naturally treat it as groping. Whoever's family member who is seriously ill can't bear being groped. Fenmu can understand their feelings, but they are not in a good mood even after being so fierce. That's it.

"I can cure your mother. I have cured this disease in Granville. It was just my diagnostic method. I wonder if you can accept it?" Fenmu said to the little dark elf girl.

This sentence gave the little girl great hope, because her mother couldn't hold on anymore, and now there is no good cure for it, so she can only try it.

"Then, please save my mother!"

"You have scalpels here...forget it, I don't count on you anymore, but luckily I have a spare."

Fenmu took out the scalpel, needle, disinfectant and other playthings from his private dream, which showed that Sidney's judgment of weapons and the like was a bit strange, and the scalpel was not disgusted. Of course, the most important thing is the weakened version of White Night Honey.

These are basically the keys to treatment.

Fenmu pointed the tip of the scalpel at the dark elf's armpit, and without much hesitation, directly cut a cut on the delicate skin, and the unbelievably sticky blood slowly dripped on the in the bottle.

He didn't know if it was caused by the difference between races, or if it was weak to a certain extent, it would be like this, the viscosity of this blood was too outrageous!

The old elf who had just asked Abilon about this person's origin was furious. He couldn't bear the noble dark elf being played by him like this. The old elf walked up with a cane and scolded:

"Are you treating her or harming her! This child is already very weak, yet you still hurt her! Outlander, are you going to extinguish the last flame of life for this child of the forest?!"

The elves have a long lifespan and are born with a much higher adaptability to psionic powers. Therefore, they think highly of themselves, and it is difficult for an unknown human man to offend his seriously ill compatriots like this!

Fen Mu could hear the arrogance in the old elf's tone, as if he was saying that because he was a human race, he would not use a knife against the elf, rather than minding this strange treatment method.

He bluntly replied:

"Then do you have a way to cure her now? Apart from maintaining your ignorant arrogance and self-esteem, and then watching your compatriots die slowly, what can you do? While you keep saying you want to save, but you stretch out the cure to her. refuse?"

The dark elves respect the old man. This old man has a certain status in the Forest of Night, and no one would dare to speak to her like that! Abby Lun stepped forward to persuade him, mentioning that Fenmu might be the existence summoned by the sacrificial ceremony. The old man calmed down just now, but he didn't believe that the sacrificial ceremony handed down from the clan would summon a human race, or a male Terran!

After giving a cold snort, she left the concentration center with the help of her servants, and was about to report the incident to the Dark Elf Queen!

Chapter 8 Cured? !

"Queen Ophelia!"

With the help of his servants, the old man Vanun found the Dark Elf Queen.

The Queen of the Dark Elf was resting on her throne. Blood sacrifices in the sacrificial ceremony took a lot of energy, and the extremely fast spirit spar alone was not enough to drive a complete sacrificial circle.

And her sister also got that kind of strange disease, now and

Hearing the voice of the old man Vanuner, Ofelion slowly opened his citrine eyes, matching the brown skin of the Dark Elf, there was a feeling of astonishment like the twinkling stars in the night.

It's just that after a brief moment of bright eyes, the queen's brows are more lazy and indifferent-this old man Vanuer is too good at making trouble.

With the little qualifications I got when I was young, now that I am old, I have to come and complain about trivial matters, which can be regarded as a model of relying on the old to sell the old and being hypocritical.

If Adjutant Abby Lun hadn't gone to lead the blood elf guards to investigate the situation today, she would have dealt with this old guy.

"Wannon, what's the matter?"

Vanuner seemed to have been greatly wronged. She didn't know that she thought that her old skin was ruined by a young guy with big hair.

"Queen Ophelian, your adjutant Abby Lun privately brought a strange human male into the hinterland of the Nightfall Forest. Not only that, she also easily let that man enter the sick center! Even that humble A human man took a knife to the wounded dark elf, and Ebilon was indifferent!"

Beside, the male elf attendants who were fanning the dark elf queen moved their eyes slightly, with shock written on their faces.

However, Ofelian didn't respond immediately with anger or shock. Vannon's words were full of embellishments, so you can't believe them all. Just don't listen to her words.

But bring a strange human male back to the hinterland of the Nightfall Forest, and let him slaughter his fellow dark elves?

This is not something that loyal dog-like lieutenant would do, but if it is true, considering the failure of the sacrificial ceremony that happened not long ago, Ebilon will be very suspicious.

"Queen Ophelia?" The old man asked tentatively, not understanding why the Queen's reaction was so calm.

Shouldn't it be to fly into a rage and then go to accountability? It is a felony to bring a stranger into the hinterland of the Forest of Darkness without permission!

Ofelian stood up without saying a word, and retreated the servants who were waiting for orders, and his figure disappeared into the darkness.

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Fenmu knew that his bloodletting therapy was quite eye-catching, so he took a bottle of blood according to the method last time, then poured white night honey, and showed the insect corpses to the people of night.

"These are the culprits that cause your compatriots to continue to become weak. You shouldn't naturally grow such thread-like bugs in your body, right?"

The bottle of blood was constantly being passed around by the crowd. Just seeing the densely packed corpses of bugs in the bottle made one's scalp numb and one couldn't help frowning.

"These are the things that trouble our compatriots?!" Abilon looked at the blood bottle in disbelief.

They all witnessed the blood taken by Fenmu from the side armpit of the comatose person, so it cannot be fake. If there are so many worms in such a small bottle of blood, how many worms must be parasitized in the injured person's body!

"Do you have a way to cure these bugs?" Ebilon clenched his fists, wishing to kill the culprit who made these bugs!

"Yes, but the method requires a lot of bloodletting. This is the first time I've treated your elves' disease, so I'm not completely sure." Fenmu is very frank, "But I think you should understand that if she dies now, she must die. It is possible to die if cured.”

"I understand, then do as you say." Ebilon said to a big orc lady next to him: "Sister Baron, please take these children out. They are still young, only 49 years old. It's not suitable to watch bloodletting, especially if the person being bloodletted is their mother."

...still young, only 49 years old?

This sentence kept playing in Fenmu's mind repeatedly. If it was a human race, they should be ready to support their grandchildren at this age.

However, based on the elf's lifespan, it's fine to say that it's still young.

Without further words, Fenmu began to treat the injured.

Soon he realized that the reason why the blood was so viscous was that there were too many bugs! The psionic energy in the elf's body is really too abundant, which also allows the bugs to have more nutrients to reproduce.

The blood sticks together, and after bleeding from several psionic circuits, the skin even presents a sense of collapse.

Fenmu has never seen this kind of situation!

"Who of you come here and give her a recovery spell to promote her blood recovery. Even if her current blood is cured, the psionic circuit will be blocked, and all blood must be changed!" Fenmu said to the side in an orderly tone. The priest elf said that neither he nor Sidney can heal spells.

It's just that he is still an outsider after all, his words don't have much authority, and no one listens to him...or in other words, they are all waiting to see if they want to listen to him.

Fen Mu breathed out speechlessly, and said with a headache:

"Please sisters, now is the time for treatment, are you planning to wait for a professional team to carry the coffin?"

Abby Lun hurriedly urged:

"Just do what he says, and hurry up!"

With the instructions of the queen's personal guards, the others cast spells to release the healing spell on the wounded.

Fortunately, except for the blood problem, other aspects were handled similarly to what Fenmu handled in Granville. Although there were a few twists and turns, they all completed the cleanup of the parasites without any risk.

The bloodletting wound gradually healed, and everyone around could clearly feel that the compatriot's spiritual energy was recovering, which was a sign of recovery!

This is too unbelievable, the disease that has troubled them for so long, was cured like this!

The elf's physique is still quite strong, and in just a short while, the dark elf, who had just had a blood change, opened his lips, as if to quench his thirst with water.

The children threw themselves to the side of their mother, tears fell from excitement, and shouted:

"Mom! You finally woke up!!"

Ophelian had just entered the concentration camp when he heard cheers from the corner.

"Great, there is finally a cure for this strange disease!"

"It's really amazing. I thought this poor child was going to return to the embrace of the night sky, but I didn't expect to come back to life!"

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The Queen of the Dark Elf was confused. Logically speaking, if a stranger came to visit and slashed his comatose companion with a knife, shouldn't it be a tense atmosphere of fighting?

"What's going on?" Ofelian called to an owl priest in front of him.

"The stranger brought back by Lord Abillon has cured the strange disease!"

Ophelian thought for a moment that he had heard it wrong, stared at the pastor in disbelief, and confirmed again:

"...healed?!"

Chapter 9 The Arrogant Dark Elf Queen

The fun of treating a disease is not only the sense of accomplishment after overcoming a difficult disease, but also the happy expression of seeing the patient's family members.

Fenmu has no intention of cherishing the formula of the improved version of Baiye honey, but before knowing the attitude of the other party, it is better to keep a little bargaining chip. God knows what attitude the master here will have?

Sensing the Queen's aura, the adjutant lady quickly ran to Ophelian, bowing her head to plead guilty:

"Your Majesty Queen, because I heard that some of my companions couldn't hold on anymore, I took the outsider to the concentration camp on my own initiative. I am guilty and willing to accept punishment."

The old man Vanuner rushed over panting, afraid of missing the good show. If she hadn't been on crutches, the nimble little steps made one wonder if she was walking in an old people's race.