Luke took the metro map and repeatedly compared it to the Lizardmen's trajectory.
"No surprises, I just need to wait here until the lizardmen deliver themselves." Luke judged.
Luke spent the next few moments sitting on the waiting bench, seemingly fidgeting, but actually tracking the icons on the map that represented the Lizardmen. The underground came and went, streams of people hurrying, up and down.
"Here we go," Luke stood up and walked forward with an air of imperative, he boarded the underground with the crowd, the alarm bell rang, the subway doors slowly closed, and just then the scene in Luke's eyes all changed, a change that horrified Luke!
All the people seemed to be frozen in time and space: the middle-aged man who was talking recklessly had not put down his raised hand; the beautiful girl who was laughing did not have a slightest change in the curvature of her mouth; the young man who was hanging his headphones was indifferent, but his body did not move at all. ......
Even the handrails and seats changed. The handrail bar at the top of the underground was replaced by a pink fibrous object. The seats, on the other hand, were even more bizarre; the backs of the seats were pale white and shaped extremely like giant scales of fish.
Each of the scales turned the seat into a monster with pale scales that looked like it was standing up.
More than the lizard in their name, they actually had a pale body like that of an eyeless giant worm, as well as a wide mouth and clawed hands, with a mass of short pink tentacles growing from what was originally supposed to be their nose - some of which morphed and stretched to the top to form armrest poles.
Only the lower half of their bodies had morphed into the cushions of chairs. The pale monsters on the far sides had their one-armed claws extended straight out, morphing into the armrests at the far ends of the seats. People with seats sat on these monsters, and those who stood grasped their tentacles in their hands, as gases of various colours burrowed out of the people's facial features and were sucked back into the short pink tentacle mouths.
"Looks like these are the lizard people, what the hell are these things sucking up." Luke watched in horror at what was happening in front of him, the scene exceeded his expectations, he had never seen such a bizarre scene in his two lives before or after.
The magical orb of Falls that Luke had with him lifted the negative mental state in front of him that had put him in a state of confusion and managed to calm him down.
The crisp sound of high fives broke the silence in the underground, and in an instant, the eyeless heads of all the lizardmen turned towards the young boy wizard who was not yet enrolled in school, and Luke's heart fluttered and chills ran down his back.
Settling his mind, Luke snapped, "Erm...hello guys, I'm a wizard, can you understand what I'm saying please?"
The lizard people still stared at him in unison.
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"Could it be that they don't understand English?" Luke who had no choice but to slow down his movements to avoid causing misunderstanding from the other side, slowly took out the Fowles magic orb that he remembered his hard-earned, I don't know if it was an illusion, Luke felt that the brightness in the eyes of the lizard people staring at him around him was a little bit burning.
"Greetings, honourable wizard sir, please forgive us for our rudeness just now, it's been a long time since we've interacted with humans." A pale voice rang out within Luke, a voice that sounded distinctly different from the way humans vocalised, distinctly with a scaly rubbing sound similar to that of a rattlesnake when it shakes its tail.
Though not 'audible', Luke hurriedly turned to look as if he knew his way around, and a lizardman with a golden crown inlaid with red gems on his head, and scales around his mouth that had turned a pale blue colour and were beginning to shed quite a bit, was leading a much shorter lizardman in the compartment behind Luke.
Unlike their counterparts on the seat, the lower half of these two lizardmen were still in leg form.
"Greetings, we are the Lucky Elves, followers of the goddess of luck, Furness. My name is Fornis, I am the chief of our clan, and this is my grandson and my heir, Fortel." Furness, whose mouth wasn't moving, said as he gestured towards Luke to the short lizardman next to him, and it was then that Luke was sure that the voice he was hearing was from the other man 'projecting' his thoughts into his own inner mind with his mind.
"Chief Furness, as Chief of the Lizardmen of the Lucky Elf Clan..." said Luke, who had just opened his mouth in mid-sentence when he was interrupted by Furness.
"Lizardmen, is that what the outside world calls us now? Who still remembers the help the Lucky Elves brought to people, the joy they brought to people?" Furness's voice was full of heaviness and grief.
"Chief Furniss, please forgive the rudeness caused by my ignorance." Luke realised that he had accidentally offended them, although he felt that the image of such creatures in front of him could not be related to bringing help and joy to others at all...
"When Fortune Fowles and Eris, the goddess of bad luck, made a bet, Fortune believed that human nature was inherently good and Bad luck believed that human nature was inherently evil, they chose a good house favoured by Fortune as the object of their bet, and as a result Bad luck won, so as believers in Fortune we are cursed with eternal damnation, and Bad luck's evil pets can strut around the human world. appear in the human world." Speaking of this, Fornis looked a little agitated. "However, Goddess of Fortune left behind an oracle, and when someone appears holding her magic orb, that's when our clan will be liberated, so please help us fulfil the oracle and let us regain our salvation."
With that said, Furness eagerly looked with her eyeless head to the location of the orb that Luke was carrying, and Luke realised that this creature seemed to be able to "see" things that even the best-sighted of ordinary people couldn't see, simply by projecting their own thoughts.
Apart from the mission itself, Luke was eager to help these victims of the gods' game: "What should I do?"
"As long as you hold the heart of sincerely rescuing us and recite this incantation to activate the magic orb, it will be fine." Furness glided over to Luke in an instant and then slowly handed over another roll of parchment.
Luke accepted the parchment, the symbols and words on it that he didn't recognise were rearranged and combined and changed on the paper, turning into the pronunciation of an incantation that didn't know the exact meaning made up of the letters of the English alphabet, "Chief Furness, before we begin, please forgive me for taking the liberty of asking a question, may I ask why are you guys called the Lucky Elves?"
"There is nothing to it, Mr Wizard, other than the fact that we are the elves of the goddess of fortune, we would have fed on the negativity emanating from humans while being able to feed back to them happiness and joy." Furness puffed out her chest and then loosened it looking a little dejected, "But we now have to do the opposite in addition to satisfying our appetites."