The fifth king of the elves

Chapter 242 242. Darkley's Choice
Darkley was very wary, and Luther's explanation only made him let go of part of his wariness. He still looked at Luther suspiciously, and silently backed away.

Kirulian sent his thoughts to the past again. Compared with Luther himself, Darkrai trusted the elf's explanation more. He was ready to attack at any time, or sneaked into the shadows to escape. He was thinking and looked between Kirulian and Luther for a while.

"If you want to avenge the Wannianqing who attacked you, cooperating with me is one of the best options. I will never die with him. If you still don't believe me, I can let you attack me with nightmares. In the dream, you should be able to find the part of my memory with Wannianqing. That is your home field. Don't worry about me lying to you."

Luther's words made Darkley hesitate.

After being silent for a while, Luther continued to persuade: "I still have a lot of healing potions here, you can apply some first, and then think about it slowly."

Under Darkley's gaze, Luther walked to Mai's tent.

Sure enough, Marylou and the others were recruited, and the three elves lay down on the floor in a sound of sleep.

Just as Luther was about to pull the tent open and call Mai to give Darkley some treatment, Heluga's roar came over.

Luther turned his head, Darkley's body had already merged into the shadows, moved quickly, and completely disappeared from Luther's sight.

"It's really not that simple?" Luther covered his head in disappointment.

He really wanted to throw the elf ball directly, but Darkley had just been attacked by Wannianqing, and he was extremely resistant and wary. Even if he subdued by force, with his powerful strength, he might not obey orders after he recovered.

Twisted melons are not sweet, Luther is looking at a teammate who hates Wannianqing as much as he does, not a strong thug.

If you want powerful elves, what I have subdued now is enough, and I don't have a special desire for gods and beasts.

Suddenly, he was stunned, and there were still small whispers coming from Mai's tent.

Luther who opened the tent found that the sackcloth was curled up, and the pajamas were soaked in sweat.

"Why?" Luther squeezed Mai's face hard, but Mai did not wake up.

In the dream, Mai kept calling Luther's name, with a pained look on her face.

"Damn, Darkley, you bastard, how dare you lie to me!"

Luther's furious roar made the three awake elves shudder, and then they were infected by Luther's anger, and they were about to chase out in the direction where Darkley disappeared.

Hei Lujia froze, stopped after running two steps, and looked towards the darkness not far away.

Miaomiao and Kirulian also sensed it.

Darkley got half of his body out of the shadows, staring at Luther in the distance.

Luther also saw Darkley, he took a few steps forward, and shouted: "You can leave as you want, don't take them as hostages, I'm not interested in chasing you around."

Luther was still indifferent when he saw Darkley, and pressed his temple: "Don't force me."

Before Luther let Helujia and the others attack, Darkley jumped out from the shadows, waved his hands, and nodded to Luther.

Without looking back, Luther got into Mai's tent to confirm the situation.

Mai's breathing gradually stabilized, and her brows relaxed.

While Luther wiped the sweat off Mai's face with a towel, he tried to wake Mai up, and Mai finally responded this time.

Mai woke up, but Luther came back to his senses, the posture of holding Mai seemed a bit too ambiguous.

Quickly let go of his hand, Luther got out of the tent directly, leaving the dazed sackcloth inside to recall what happened.

Darkrai was surrounded by Luther's elves, leaning towards Luther.

Darkley came to the edge of the tent, lay down slowly, leaned against the edge of the sackclothed tent, closed his eyes tightly, with an expression of letting Luther deal with him.

"Put on a coat in Mai, there is a big guy waiting for you to come out and heal."

Luther's words made Mai, who was still in a daze, move swiftly.

"By the way, what is the rarest elf you have ever seen face to face?" Luther asked.

The clothed sackcloth replied without hesitation: "Reggie Locke!"

"Ok?"

Reggie Rock, or the rock pillar of one of the three toilets, seems to be in the hands of God at this point in time.

"My family took me to Fengyuan some time ago, and I happened to meet Mr. Jindai who was fighting against the pyramid, and saw his battle face to face."

"Unfortunately, I didn't get to see his Regis Qilu and Regis, and I couldn't touch Reggie Locke in person. His Battle Pyramid flew away in a hurry because of other things." Mai looked very regretful.

The dressed sackcloth came out, and at a glance, he saw the black one lying on the edge of his tent... How to describe it?
lump?
"Reggiece and Registeel can't touch it, but Darkley can make you feel good."

Darkley listened, snorted, and turned his head, too lazy to look at Luther and Mai.

"He's hurt a little... Well, it shouldn't be a little bit. You should check it."

Luther's words made Mai, whose eyes were shining brightly, come back to his senses, switched to serious work mode, fumbled out the medicine spray and tree fruit from his bag, brought them to Clay, and checked him seriously.

Luther woke up the sleeping Marylou and the others, and after explaining the situation to them, they surrounded Darkley without taking their eyes off it.

There is no need to beware of Darkley's violent outbursts. It can be seen that Darkley still has his own arrogance. Now that he has made a choice, he will not go back on his word and suddenly go back on his word.

When it was almost dawn, the wounds on Darkley's body were carefully smeared by sackcloth with wound medicine. During this period, Darkley didn't say a word, appearing very silent.

Marylou poked Kirulian and expressed her thoughts.

"Pretend to be an expert without talking?"

Kirulian ate the pancake, and stuffed it into Marylou's mouth, shutting her up.

After the last relatively large wound was smeared with berry powder and wound medicine spray, Mai wiped off his sweat, stood up, and inspected his masterpiece.

"The superficial wounds are basically like this, and the rest is the problem of energy overdraft, which can only be nourished."

"Darkley is a legendary elf, right? Did he fight with other legendary elves and become like this?" Mai's eyes lit up, "could it be Cresselia?"

Darkrai, who had been silent all this time, opened his eyes and let out a weak voice.

Although Luther couldn't understand, he could feel that Darkley was denying Mai's statement. He didn't think he was weaker than Cresselia at all, and Mai's judgment made him unbearable because of his arrogance.

"Ambush by strange trainers, that's all."

Luther didn't go into detail about what happened, Mai gave Luther a sideways look, sighed, and chose not to delve into it.

(End of this chapter)