Charlotte put one hand around Elle, who was tearing in pain and jumping on the spot, and when she looked at Felix again, her eyes were full of anger and seriousness that she had never seen before. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"It hurts, it hurts me! Damn, abominable!" said Elle, who was so angry that tears and snot broke out.

The young girl's dress was ragged and turned into a tattered strip of cloth, and the young and white skin could be clearly seen in the dress. The hairband that was originally tied with a double ponytail was also shredded by the blade, and the long silver hair was scattered.

But as soon as you open your mouth, you will learn the fact that she is still the one who teased Elle!

Seeing her lively, jumping and scolding, Charlotte, who was holding her with one hand, was moved from the bottom of her heart at this moment.

"You're fine!" Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief, her originally nervous expression relaxed, "It almost scared me to death!"

Charlotte didn't scare Felix to death, she just knew that she was really scared to death!

Felix, who had the upper hand in this round, not only did not have any excitement and pleasure, but Sakura's lips unconsciously widened, and the whole person turned from the original solemnity to a funny O△O expression.

"This, this, what's going on!?" The three views are ruined, which is probably what Felix is talking about now, she pointed to Elle, who was crying and scolding loudly, as if she had seen the most terrifying monster in the world, "How could that monster be unharmed!"

Of course it will be unscathed!

In any case, Elle's prototype is also a proof of the roots. Just as the Eagle Bone Dragon cannot be destroyed by the power below the root, Elle, although it seems to be delicate, cannot be destroyed by the power of insufficient level.

"Hmph, Miss Ben is the strongest proof of the root of the legend - the Book of Atroac! How can a mere shadow power withstand me!" Elle, who was praised in disguise, immediately crossed her hands on her waist and blew up the house proudly, but in the next second, her image was ruined in pain, and she hugged her abdomen with both hands and exhaled in pain, "It hurts, it hurts me...... Damn! Revenge! Revenge!"

“…… Proof of the roots?" Felix's face sank.

Of course, she had heard of the proof of the roots. Legend has it that it is a holy relic comparable to a top-notch artifact, even at the level of Alvira's Eye, it is only worthy of reaching the realm of top-notch artifacts.

Being able to turn it into proof of the root cause of the young girl's simultaneous spell casting, even if he saw it with his own eyes, Felix felt that all this was too fantastical. However, facts speak louder than words, and they can resist the power of Alvira's Eye, and the silver-haired young girl in front of her is afraid that it is really a legendary holy relic.

At this thought, Felix no longer had the slightest luck to hope for a quick victory. She looked at Charlotte, who had cold eyes, and decided to change her plan and delay until reinforcements arrived.

Noticing her more cautious eyes, Charlotte's heart sank. Unlike Felix, Charlotte had to win quick. Because for him, neither Felix's reinforcements nor the theoretical rebels of the Sky and Qiye are his allies.

But after seeing the terrifying power of Alvira's Eye, Charlotte has to admit that she was once suspected of being underestimated. Felix, who holds a top-notch artifact, is by no means an ordinary Nine Rings, but a top-notch powerhouse whose ability is not weaker than Bruno's, or even weaker than the legend!

You have to get your mindset right!

Charlotte's eyes were cold and she breathed deeply.

"Elle!" the proud mage had to admit the strength of his opponent, and he adjusted his mentality and said to his partner, "The plan for quick victory has changed!

The tear-stained Elle nodded heavily, "I want this old woman to know that I am the strongest one in both the artifact and the Root Proof!"

Felix's forehead was bruised, even if the atmosphere was tense, and she was in the nature of a woman's love of beauty, she only didn't want to be called an old woman by this evidence of the roots that had been created for many years!

In the second round, both sides decided to change their tactics and no longer wanted to win their opponents quickly.

But for the dwarves who were besieged in the city at the moment, the situation was so grim that they had to try their best to get a quick victory.

Teklin struck a blow at the bend of Drow's leg as he charged, shattering Drow's leg bones and wailing on his knees. Teklin was unforgiving, and then another hammer slammed into Drow's head, sending red, white, viscous liquid flying everywhere.

The arrows were overwhelming, and Teklin slammed a hammer at the chest of the dead Drow, and the huge momentum propelled the dead body of Drow backwards, fending off the arrows while smashing several charging heroes into the air. Without hesitation, Tecklin rolled over and ducked into the corner of the alley, drawing a musket from his waist and sticking it out of the corner, without looking at the trigger pin.

The same scene happened in every corner, and the dwarven elite brought by Teklin were determined to die, vowing to show the black-skinned pointy-eared dwarves the dwarves at the end of their lives!

In order to take the initiative in the next war, they did not hesitate to go deep behind enemy lines and burn down granaries to create chaos. When Teklin voluntarily gathered the warriors, he knew that the diehards who had signed up were determined to die.

The selection is very strict, and every combatant is required to have the strength of more than four rings, be proficient in team combat regulations, have a certain degree of stealth skills, how to use firearms, and never give in. In other words, this is the Dead.

But Teklin still couldn't figure out why so many stupid people were eager to sign up, and why those who were not qualified enough to show regretful expressions, you know, those who were not selected were not strong enough, and a considerable part of them were powerful warriors that Teklin had privately brushed out of order to protect the living power of the Cold Iron family.

But are his honest, brainless brethren crazy? Whether they come from the Cold Iron Clan or not, they all want to join this suicidal team, and unlike Teklin, they must fight for the decline of the Cold Iron Family after the death of their parents.

And Teklin himself knew that he had no intention of putting his young and noble life here in the first place. If he can't do anything, even if he abandons the glory, he will escape alone!

However, these questions, and the selfish intentions that had been made in the first place, no longer mattered, and when Teklin saw his temporary subordinates shouting 'Molten Iron Castle will never fall' to fight the blackskins and pointed ears to the death, and to tear the blood of the drows' thighs with their teeth even when they were dying, all his doubts and selfishness turned into a thought!

I'm going to take them home!

The footsteps drew closer, and Teklin, realizing that the musket was no longer effective, severed it with his knee, so that the dwarven secret weapon could not be leaked to the enemy. Teklin threw his scrap metal musket into the corner, and several of the drows who rushed over in the street outside let out a few wails.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Tecklin slammed the man in front of him into the lower abdomen, and the brute force drove the man to fly like a cannonball, knocking several drows into the air along the way. He glanced at the tunnel they had cut through when they came, the one they had improvised using the sewer system in the city of Futarazi.

That was their only chance of life, and now, a drow woman in a priest's robe with an open back slit had blocked their only way out.