"Haha!" Seeing Qin Lun's uneasiness, the tall and toned female elf burst out with a silver bell-like laughter, not at all as reserved and shy as an ordinary female elf. "I didn't expect that the cunning Philal Moonlight in Milleras's mouth had such a cute side...23"

"Which boy Milleras sent you?" Qin Lun waved his hand in anger.

"Haha, Prince, I just said it. I am a harpist, not someone else's subordinate. I only follow the guidance of my own soul when doing anything." Mastasha smiled and waved his hand, pointing to the irritated Hellfire Dog and said, "You seem to have called your hunting partner back to the pet park. It is a little impatient with the environment here."

"You haven't said why you followed us?" Qin Lun was very alert and did not recall Cyborus immediately.

"A few months ago, the Japanese elves' envoys arrived at Yongju Island, and the Ank Elf Court in the central part of the continent is integrating the Winter Forest and Thorn Forest. Although the impact of these two events is still fermenting, some senior leaders of various races who are familiar with the situation have linked them together, and at the same time realize that the Feren Elf will undergo another huge transformation."

Mastasha said seriously, "We do not know whether this transformation will benefit all continental intelligent races. Although the Harpist Alliance is known as the interferers of the continent, we actually understand that in front of the huge wheels of history, nothing can stop it.

Our only hope is to work hard to guide this transformation to the better. You, Firal Moonlight, although you are not the leader of the Ancient Roads Envoy, according to some information, we found that you are also a major member of the Envoy.

And you also have a huge influence on the future Yaoyue Elf Court. We hope to be able to infer where the future Yaoyue Elf Court will go by knowing you and everything around you. Will it trigger the sixth crown war between the Sun Elf Sun King Court and the Moon Elf Yaoyue Court?”

"It turns out that you expect me to be mixed between the Sun King Court and the Yaoyue King Court." Qin Lun's eyes flashed, and he immediately realized it, and said with a sneer, "It's a pity that the ideal of the Harpist Alliance does not represent my will. I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to 'guild' me."

How keen is his insight? Although Mastaxia has said a lot, it has not affected his judgment at all. The focus of Mastaxia's words is not whether the Harpist Alliance wants to understand him, but Qin Lun's plot identity.

He is the main member of the Ancient Road Envoy, and is also the Seopia Elf Prince of the future Yaoyue Court. He and the Japanese Elf Prince Millas are partners who share life and death, and are also one of the important inheritors recognized by the Anker Elf King.

If the Sun Elves and the Moon Elves are in serious conflict in the future, he is the best candidate for clutter. The purpose of the Harpist Alliance is to maintain the balance of the continent and eliminate evil phenomena. No matter what the reason for the war is, it is obviously the greatest evil that destroys the balance of the continent.

Since Qin Lun is such an important balance point, it would be natural for Mastasha to come to Bode Gate to search for his clues.

"Actually, I had been to the Land of Death one month before you appeared. Do you know what the reason?" Mastasha said without caring about Qin Lun's cold attitude of keeping people from thousands of miles away.

"You want to find me? No, no, you want to find Ilistin!" Qin Lun frowned and thought for a while, his eyes lit up.

Qin Lun had returned to the Broken Starry Sky a few months ago. No matter how much energy the Harpist Alliance has in the Feren continent, it is impossible for him to have traces. Then the only reason Mastasha came to the Land of Death was definitely to find Ilistin.

"You are indeed terriblely smart as Milleras said." Mastasha stared at him deeply, and continued with a smile, "I don't know what you encountered at the beginning, and why they suddenly disappeared at the Baldur Gate, leaving me and several other harpists unable to find any clues at all.

However, as time goes by, we find that there is another person who may also partially replace your influence, that is, another moon elf in the embassy, ​​Elistin Yuelu..."

"If you came to the Land of Death a month ago, then..." Qin Lun's face suddenly turned pale, and his expression was so gloomy that it seemed like water was about to drip into it.

The harpists are a group of idealistic madmen. They are not ordinary mercenaries hired by Severe and do not consider the risk of missions from the perspective of personal safety. Since Mastasha has been to the Land of Death to look for Ilisten, he must have gone deep into the swamp.

Judging from the current roundabout words, she obviously failed to find the elf druid.

Qin Lun's combat strength may not be inferior to the Highland Elves in front of him, but every harpist, especially the harpist who is a professional ranger and bard, is a master of adventurers. His experience in wild adventure is definitely better than him, especially in the special geographical environment of the Land of Death.

"Don't worry, although I couldn't find Ilistin, I still found some clues. They may not be dead. However, the longer the time goes on, the less hope they will have for survival." Mastasha said seriously.

Qin Lun's face looked much better and his eyes calmed down. He did not immediately ask Mastaxia for clues about Ilisten, but looked at the Highland Elf indifferently and asked, "Do you have something to prove the identity of the harpist?"

"Haha, we harpists are used to being alone, and many people are doing spy jobs that you disdainful of. The three words 'harpists' are not engraved on their foreheads. Except for the often changing codes, many people will not carry too obvious identity signs." Mastasha said with a smile, "But you are lucky, and I happen to have a little thing on my body that can prove my identity."

Mastaxia raised his hand and threw out a small thing. The object drew a silver light under the moonlight and fell into Qin Lun's palm.

Qin Lun looked closely and saw that this small item was a unique harp pin. The "w"-shaped middle vertical pattern was engraved with a small mitril unicorn, and the obsidian diamond beast's eyes reflected a charming dizzy under the moonlight.

Harpist pin (jewellery treasure, information and information incomplete): a precious magical item with a quality of at least above dark gold. It means that the wearer is a member of the "harpist" who deserves respect and trust.

It allows the wearer to exempt certain magical attacks, which most owners will carry with them all the time, and will hardly give it to unfamiliar outsiders. Compared to its precious value, harpists who own it mostly regard it as a medal of honor.

The Highland Elf in front of me is actually a master of harpists! Qin Lun raised his eyebrows. Milleras had discussed the organization of harpists with him before. The so-called master of harpists is not a professional level, but a respectful title for members of the Harpists Alliance.

Only harpists who have performed outstandingly in certain major events will be given such honorific title by other members. In the view of the apostle, the so-called major events are at least legendary plots and even epic plots, all of which are historical plots at the national and regional levels.

"Please forgive me for being rude, respectful master of harpist!" Qin Lun waved his hand to recall the Hellfire Demon Dog, showed a bright smile, threw the harpist pin back, leaned over and bowed, and smiled respectfully, "Philal Moonlight, I am willing to serve you!"

"Hoho, your face is so fast!" Mastasha grinned with her waist, and her majestic peaks on her chest were surging for a moment. "I have never seen anyone respect harpists so much. When others see them, they are just avoiding the plague!"

Qin Lun's eyelids were twitching, but at this time he had to pretend that his grandson would smile.

"Ahem, that...Master Mastasha, it's important to save people now, look..."

"Then you don't object. Let me follow you during this period!" Mastasha asked with his head tilted.

"Of course, this is Firal's honor!" Qin Lun's smile made people feel like spring breeze. Mastashadu felt that his previous face was an illusion.

"It's just a bit fake!" Mastasha murmured in a low voice, waved her hand, and said generously, "Then let's go and find Ilisten's whereabouts as soon as possible."

Qin Lun turned around without hesitation and took the lead in walking towards their campsite.

The two of them started their battle in a safari way, which took a lot of time. The horizon was already a little shiny and was about to dawn soon.

"Master Mastasha, since you found the traces of Ilistin last time, do you have any understanding of her current situation?" After walking for a while, Qin Lun carefully tentatively.

"Let's call me Mastasha directly. I feel a little uncomfortable hearing you say this!" Mastasha sighed and asked immediately, "How much do you know about the Land of Death?"

"I only know some rumors!" Qin Lun shrugged and confessed.

"If you don't understand, it will be too troublesome to explain." Mastasha frowned and pondered for a while, and continued, "By observing some remaining traces, I judged that Ilisten and the female knight of Lauvita have gone through several fierce battles, and the opponent should be a large intelligent creature."

Qin Lun nodded. This clue was the same as what Severe said at the beginning. The expedition team was attacked by trolls, the old housekeeper Mason was captured, and most of the mercenaries were injured and killed. He and Ilisten were separated and escaped the Baldur Gate alone.

"I followed the battle traces they left behind and searched in the depths of the Land of Death for two weeks. Before the last trace, I stopped and had to return to the Baldur Gate." Mastasha said this, looking helpless.

"Why?" Qin Lun asked strangely. The harpist is not like the kind of smart person who retreats from difficulties.

"As long as the task is possible, I am not afraid of danger, but this does not mean that I am willing to die for nothing. What help will this be for the task?" Mastasha rolled his eyes and continued, "I went back to the Baldur Gate to wait for a few companions. Unfortunately, the harpists in this area are not here for the time being, and the poor are unable to go to the Land of Death."

"Just as I was waiting, you actually appeared alive, as if you were buried underground before!" Mastasha curled her lips, obviously having a lot of resentment about her failure to dig Qin Lun out of the Baldur Gate before.

Qin Lun smiled bitterly and saw it a few days ago. He really jumped out of the ground.

"Then... are there any outstanding clues in the last trace you found?" Qin Lun asked nervously.

"Some, in order to avoid the enemy's pursuit, they entered the most dangerous forbidden area in the land of death!" Mastasha finally became serious and thought about it seriously and said, "When I went in alone with my strength, I had less than 10% of the hope of surviving. They were two people, so I said they might have 20% of the hope of hope."
Chapter completed!