Chapter 211 Target, Northrend

"Speaking of which, I went to see her not long ago, that idiot druid, when you were heading to the Chaotic Sea." Francis leaned back after finishing his meal, looked up at the moon between the tree shadows, and showed an enjoyable expression.

John was suddenly refreshed when he heard the news about Nora.

"Is she doing well? When is she going to come back?"

The warlock had such a picture in his mind of the crimson Wendigo wandering in the corrupted land, with a group of crimson servants wandering around.

Francis nodded and continued.

"She is doing well, even happy, almost the same as she was in the past. She grows some plants, wanders around, and troubles the druids of the Pearl Sanctuary, like a devil."

Francis did not answer John's second question, and silence represented the answer.

Nora Sebastian was transformed by the warlock himself, and her body has become a special crimson servant, larger and more dangerous. Nora's stay has already shown her attitude. In order to prevent the corruption in her body from spreading because of her activities, she locked herself in the corrupted land. As a druid, the principle of caring for nature forced Nora to stay away from the green plants she liked. If the situation did not change, perhaps she would stay there forever, the closest and farthest place from her hometown.

The two maintained a tacit understanding.

John said in surprise: "Grow some plants? On the corrupted land? Crimson, is her research completed?"

Nora Sebastian had experimented with sowing plants on the crimson corrupted soil. At that time, she was still planning to train John to be a druid. After John became a warlock, she gave up the slow progress of her research. The warlock did not expect Nora to pick up the research she had abandoned. Perhaps the Wendigo form gave her new inspiration. John was very happy about this. Nora Sebastian did not give up hope.

John wanted to know more details, but he soon noticed that Francis' expression became particularly strange.

"She planted some saplings, many flowers that I didn't know, and most of the plants were only half a man tall, and they looked very... scary."

The warlock's begging eyes forced the dark elf to continue.

"After transforming into a Wendigo, Nora Sebastian's druid spells were mixed with some flesh and blood spells of the crimson force, and the boundaries between plants and animals have become blurred in her hands. The trees she spawned did not grow in the ground. The saplings and flowers grew on the backs of the crimson servants."

"Yes, you stayed to guard her on the backs of the crimson beasts. Their skinless flesh has been covered with flowers and leaves. If you don't know the situation, the appearance of the red tree man or the red swamp monster is much cuter, if you don't know the truth."

"When I found her, I was sure it was not an illusion. The crimson servants were avoiding their shepherds."

John's face became uglier and uglier, and Francis' words took another turn.

"But she hasn't changed much."

"She jumped on me like a dog, a very big dog, and said some familiar and personal greetings. You know, she can always make people angry with just a few words."

"Then, she asked me to stay for dinner and showed me her cooking skills, roasted tomatoes. Those tomatoes are meaty."

Francis sighed.

"Then she introduced her research results and those vegetative people to me. I actually planned to bring some back for you to taste, John, and Nora agreed. But those tomatoes rotted quickly within a few hours of leaving the corrupted land."

"If you have any regrets about this, you can go and see her yourself later. Maybe she will come up with a new menu at that time."

The warlock stuck out his tongue in fear, and said with curiosity and amusement.

"I feel relieved to hear that she is still so energetic."

"Did you beat her up again?"

The dark elf nodded.

"Including those Crimson Servants."

"When you can't find a reason to beat her, Nora Sebastian will always kiss your fist with her face."

John Kemp shrugged. He was not worried about this. Francis was very measured in his attacks. Those who should die would not live, and those who should live would not die. This can be shown from his skillful joint skills.

From this perspective, he was also beaten up by Francis. He was knocked down by the dark elves a long time ago because of various reasons of Nora.

"Nora must be very happy that you came."

Francis said.

"She is not alone there. I went to fulfill my promise, but I waited in the red mist for an hour. I mentioned to you that Nora had begged me to help the Pearl Sanctuary resist the invasion of Efsa at the beginning of the plan."

John nodded.

"The war is over?"

"Efssa is divided. The slow progress of the war dragged down the emperor's prestige in the empire. The great noble faction in the south of Efssa took the opportunity to declare independence and established a new Efssa Federation. The emperor has completely lost the desire to invade, and now he is thinking about regaining lost territory and eliminating traitors."

The sorcerer thought of a noble son of Efssa he knew.

"Empire or Federation, which side has more advantages?"

Francis looked at John with a meaningful look.

"The main fighting force of the northern empire is the imperial knights and the war priests who support the belief in the god of war, while the southern part is the private soldiers of the nobles and the clergy who believe in the sun."

John understood what he meant. The northern forces of Efssa suffered heavy losses from his advent ceremony, and they might have become the disadvantaged side.

The two's conversation ended quickly as the night deepened. Francis cleaned the remaining bones and buried them far away. He found a nearby water source and washed himself briefly, then took turns with John to rest.

The next day, before dawn, they set off again and walked out of the woods before the sun shone directly on the earth.

Looking at the high walls of the city in the distance, Francis took out a mask with an inscription on the inside from his pocket. He put the mask on his face. The white porcelain mask fit his face perfectly, and it began to wriggle like a living skin. After a burst of magic glare, a handsome elf warrior stood in front of John.

The white skin was like jade, and the mask changed Francis' skin color and turned him into an elf.

John looked hard at the white-skinned Francis, and always felt that his new skin was a bit dazzling.

"I still prefer your original skin color."

"Me too." Francis showed a sunny smile, which made his handsome appearance more elegant, and also created a greater sense of separation from the impression of a cold-blooded killer in the sorcerer's mind.

Francis patted John's shoulder.

"But this time, our goal is not to kill someone quickly. There is no need to cause unnecessary panic."

The warlock controlled his robes to change from blood red to gray and black coarse cloth robes, and the silver cross pendant wrapped around his wrist swayed gently.

"Not all... Where are we going?"

"Northrend, my friends are there."