Another world, I have an elf magician

Randy's perspective:

We walked for a long time.

It's autumn.

Traveling north, Aaron and I left the Jincastle Empire and entered a country called Nocatmu.

This country is Anna's hometown. There has been a war recently and the people are in dire straits.

We want to get around it because countries in war zones are dangerous.

But if we go around, Aaron said, the distance will be extended three times.

Anna chose to continue following us. She said she wanted to find someone to rely on and live a stable life.

I didn't have much objection to this, but I hinted many times to let her leave on her own.

I don’t know if I can have a stable life in the future, so how can I talk about other people?

This road was either in chaos or full of monsters, and I couldn't bear to let her wander alone as a woman.

Aaron didn't have any objections, so we made a tacit agreement to let her follow us.

On the way, I saw many villages and towns destroyed by war, and some were filled with corpses. Even if I went to remote places and deliberately avoided the war, these tragic scenes could be seen everywhere.

When the war comes, no matter the old man or the child, the man or the woman, they cannot escape the fate of being swallowed by death.

Nature is sometimes fair, giving people life, old age, sickness and death, and this is especially true in war.

The law of the jungle preys on the strong, and the strong survive.

On this day, we walked to a quiet place to make a fire to cook, next to a stream.

We gathered some mushrooms and planned to cook them.

Anna lit a fire, and I helped get some water from the stream. Aaron sat quietly cross-legged on the side, breathing and practicing.

I tried to observe him with my elf eyes and found that he had deep yellow fighting spirit in his body. It seemed that the swordsman level was at an upper level and close to the peak, with vague signs of a breakthrough.

He was great, but I was different.

I feel like I'm useless, my magician level is still stuck at the intermediate peak, and I don't seem to have grown much in the past two years.

Without the Lord of the Rings, I cannot enter the spiritual space where time flows at different speeds to practice. In addition, my own foundation is very poor, so my practice is half the result with twice the effort.

Although my thunder magic can compete with higher-level magicians, and the ultimate move "Thunder", Aaron once praised that it can reach the quasi-holy level, but without enough casting time, I am equivalent to a useless person.

In this world, no one is perfect, that’s just me.

I just want to try to learn something.

This society is a machine that requires small parts. Each of us plays different small parts and performs different tasks.

As long as I am good at something, I can be reused by society.

Thinking of this, I plan to work harder in the future to refine thunder magic and become a qualified advanced thunder magician.

While eating the cooked mushroom soup, I noticed that Aaron held the spoon very carefully, like an elegant nobleman, savoring the taste of the food.

He sat cross-legged.

The sun shines on his slightly curly blond hair, reflecting a translucent luster. His blue eyes look a little melancholy. When they are quiet, they give people the feeling of a piano boy.

Maybe this is what he looked like before, quiet and elegant, without murderous intent or coldness.

I turned my head and saw Anna eating mushrooms and secretly looking at him. After I noticed her, she immediately averted her eyes, moved away from Aaron's face, and concentrated on drinking soup.

I tried to find a topic to break the quiet atmosphere.

"This soup is delicious!"

"Yeah, not bad." Aaron praised, but there was no expression on his face.

Anna's face was a little red, she made the soup, and she looked shy.

At this time, Aaron suddenly fell down and became motionless.

Anna and I looked at each other, feeling very weird.

She had just put down the bowl and was about to check it. When she stood up, her body staggered and she fell down.

I realized something was wrong, opened my elf eyes, and found that the soup was mixed with purple toxic substances.

This soup is poisonous!

Is it a mushroom problem?

No, obviously Anna said that this kind of black mushroom is not poisonous and she used to eat it often.

And I checked it specifically at that time. Why was it suddenly poisonous?

I looked at the stream next to me and found that it was mixed with a large amount of purple toxin that was invisible to the naked eye. It could only be seen with the eyes of an elf.

It turned out to be a problem with the stream. Unfortunately, by the time I realized it, it was too late.

My brain was feeling dizzy, and it felt like I was holding a lead ball, getting heavier and heavier.

Finally, I fell down and completely lost consciousness.

I don’t know how long it took, but the first thing I recovered was my hearing. I could hear the sound of neat footsteps and noisy drills in my ears.

I opened my eyes suddenly and found myself in a wooden cage.

The cage was so small that I couldn't stand up at all, so I had to sit on my knees.

There was Aaron in a cage next to him. He was like me. His hands and feet were tied with ropes. It looked like he hadn't woken up yet and his eyes were tightly closed.

I felt it was very hot under my butt. I looked down and found a large pot with boiling hot water directly below me.

It turned out that Aaron and I were suspended in mid-air, and the rope above the cage was connected to a pulley. The principle was similar to a flagpole.

Surrounded by a military camp, tents of uniform sizes were stationed everywhere, and in the distance stood rows of blue-armored soldiers practicing weapons in the open space.

Both Aaron and I had our clothes taken away, not even a pair of pants. The people underneath were looking at me like we were looking at monkeys.

"Hey, why are you arresting us? Let us go!"

"Stop yelling, they won't let you go."

Aaron's voice came from the side, and I found that he had woken up a long time ago, lying down like a kitten, looking at me with slightly narrowed eyes,

"When did you wake up?" I asked.

"I've been secretly observing a few minutes ago." He said in a low voice.

I used magic to open the cage and forcefully leave, but I found that the magic could not be released. My body was like a drain, and I felt like it was blocked by a plug.

"That mushroom soup is poisonous, and it hasn't dissipated yet. I can't use my fighting spirit, and all our things are there!"

Aaron pointed to the corner, to a platform.

There are Aaron's golden holy sword, my gray-white wand, animal taming ball and clothes on it.

"What should I do? Where's Anna? She's missing!" I said anxiously.

"Haha, why are you so worried about her? Think about your own situation. Maybe she poisoned the soup and caused us to be caught by these people."

Aaron sneered, his expression showing no joy.

I explained: "No, the stream was poisoned from upstream. These people should be the culprits."

"It doesn't matter. Anyway, do you have any way to get out?" Aaron said.

"I still want to ask you!" I forced a frown on my face.

At this time, a soldier in blue armor came over with a machete in his hand.

He glanced at Aaron and me and said, "Haha, enjoy your last moments."

With that, he walked towards the pulley that controlled the height of the cage.

Aaron's shocked voice came, "No, he wants to cut the rope and let us fall into the hot pot and be scalded to death. Look below!"

I lowered my head again, and through the steam, I could barely see clearly that the cauldron contained frightening white bones.

Aaron's voice was anxious, "It's over, we're going to die!"