Looking at Santoro, a goblin holding orange liquid in his breath at the end of the blend, it was only at this point that everyone really took his identity seriously. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 After thousands of years of evolution in the world's impression, everyone seems to have forgotten the horror of this goblin clan that once ruled the Montimos continent and enslaved various races.

Perhaps in normal times, when it comes to goblins, everyone will invariably think of a thief who is not tall, thin, with pointed ears, green skin, and dirty, always with an unpleasant body odor.

But when a certain moment comes, when this spurned race regains its own power, the world will be horrified to find out how terrible the power of this race that once ruled the continent has, what amazing destructive power it will erupt, and awaken the primordial fear that has been suppressed in the deepest part of the heart.

And at this moment, the goblins in the field who focused everyone's eyes did just that, Santoro's series of dazzling movements, as well as the strange behavior, awakened a trace of fear that was sleeping in people's hearts, a fear of the unknown.

Staring at the bottle of unknown orange liquid with a sweet smell in horror, no one expected that the goblin Santoro would dip some of it with his fingers first, then put it in his mouth and taste it, closed his eyes, as if he was tasting some kind of deliciousness, clicked his mouth a few times, and then walked towards the silver-haired girl who was already standing in the center of the magic circle.

"Your Excellency?"

Seeing the goblin Santoro walking towards him, Helo looked up at the old man standing in the void with a tense expression.

Born in the Don Quixote family, how could he not understand the famous alchemy of the goblin clan, and even he himself tried to learn some of the simplest concoctions in private, but unfortunately every time he spent a lot of precious materials, but they all failed, but it increased his interest in alchemy and mystery.

"It's okay, let him go!" As if thinking of something, the old man standing in the void waved his hand rarely, and then sat down cross-legged, his right hand on his chin, staring thoughtfully at the unknown orange liquid in the goblin Santoro's hand.

After receiving the old man's instructions, Helo let the body that stood in front of the goblin Santoro make a way for him, and just as the latter was about to take a step forward, he immediately opened his mouth and kindly admonished.

"Be careful, don't mess with the threads on the ground, if you touch the slightest bit, we might all die here!"

Hearing Helo's warning, the goblin Santoro didn't say anything, just looked up at her, and then cautiously walked up to the silver-haired girl Costinia, and delivered the thing in front of her.

"Drink it, little naughty, maybe it won't save your life, but at least it will keep you alive, drink it, you don't need to worry about the magic backlash caused by overcasting!"

Although the voice of the thin goblin Santoro is not loud, and some of them are not as loud as the voices of some older children, the people who can stand here are all strong people, even if a small insect crawls through the corner, they can hear it clearly, not to mention the words of the former.

It is an unbelievable sentence that can counteract the magic backlash caused by overcasting, because the world knows that the biggest obstacle that plagues the advancement of magicians is magic backlash, and it can easily take away a magician's strength and even life, it can be said that for thousands of years, there are countless magicians who have died in the word magic backlash, from the magician who has won the title of legend, to a magic apprentice who has just learned magic, and can not escape this curse of life.

Therefore, as soon as the words of the local goblin Santoro came out, all the people gasped, no one dared to believe the authenticity of this sentence, but no one dared to question the authenticity of this sentence, because it came from the mouth of a goblin, because he was a goblin, because no one knew what kind of glorious civilization the goblin clan who ruled the continent back then.

"Thank you, Uncle Santoro!" tremblingly stretched out her pale hand, her fair skin could even clearly see the cyan veins hidden under it, the silver-haired girl Costinia thanked softly, and without hesitation, she took the bottle of unknown orange liquid from the former's hand, opened her lips lightly, and took a big sip.

Everyone stared at this scene with nervous expressions, and no one thought that the silver-haired girl would drink the bottle of orange liquid that was unknown and had an unknown effect without the slightest hesitation.

But when they saw that the former really swallowed the orange liquid down his throat, everyone even swallowed in unison, as if they had also drunk a large mouthful of orange liquid, but all they swallowed was their own saliva.

Even if time passed unconsciously, no one dared to take their eyes off it, for fear of missing the slightest performance, every movement, and even every demeanor of the silver-haired girl, and everyone wanted to know if this sweet orange potion could really counteract the magic backlash caused by overcasting, as the goblins said.

I don't know how long it took, after swallowing the orange potion, the silver-haired girl who closed her eyes as if she was tasting fine wine, her weak delicate body suddenly trembled, and her pale face returned to a pink color at a speed visible to the naked eye, and her delicate body that was barely standing gradually straightened.

When her closed eyes opened, the essence of vitality flashed in her eyes, and a pair of bright eyes resurfaced with double pupils, both mysterious and full of temptation, people with untenacious personalities, just a touch of their gaze, and then quickly swam away, but they couldn't help but look at her again with curiosity.

In just a few breaths, the decadent spirit of the silver-haired girl Costinia was swept away, as if she had really recovered all her spirit under the healing of this potion, she raised the staff in her hand again energetically, and raised it to Helo in front of her, and her movements clearly showed that she was ready.

Looking at the silver-haired girl with a more energetic mental outlook than himself and the others in disbelief, Helo didn't react for a while, and was stunned, but then he reacted back, nodded again and again, and waved to the other four, signaling them to stand where they should be, but the curious eyes of the five people were always glued to the former.

Yes, anyone will be curious, and want to know if the silver-haired girl has really fully recovered her spirit as she appeared, and quietly took in the demeanor of Hailuo and the others, a trace of an inexplicable smile appeared on the corner of the goblin Santoro's mouth, shook the pink potion left over by the former in his hand, and reached out in front of Helo.

"Take it and divide it among the other four! The rest of the rest won't guarantee your full recovery, but it's enough for you to keep the little naughty safe, and although I don't want to do it, I'll have to cut my love for her safety!"

With that, the goblin Santoro shook the pink potion in his hand in front of Helo, motioning for the latter to drink it while he had not changed his mind.

After only a moment's hesitation, Helo looked up at the old man sitting in the void, and seeing that the latter did not refuse, he quickly took the pink potion in the goblin's hand, took a small sip, and then handed it to the others.

Obviously, the performance of the silver-haired girl had already dispelled the doubts in their hearts, and when they saw the pink potion handed by Hailuo, they didn't even think about it, so they couldn't wait to take a small sip and swallow it in their stomachs.

After witnessing this scene, the Tatum City Lord and the others who were always staring at it here, only then did they truly believe that this pink potion could really counteract the magic backlash caused by excessive spell casting, and the greed in the eyes of the goblin Santoro was as clear as an evil dragon.

Just as the breathing of the Tatum City Lord and the others became heavier and heavier, a faint voice sounded again, like a basin of ice water poured from head to toe, extinguishing the flame of greed in the minds of the former.

"It's time to go!"

The owner of the voice was the old man sitting in the void, and it seemed that the old man was also intent on reminding others of his own existence, as if he was announcing the ownership of this magical potion.

"Yes, my lord!" replied Helo in a deep and energetic voice.

Immediately waved his hand to the other four people, and the others quickly stood in their rightful position, waiting for the silver-haired girl in the center of the magic circle to cast a spell.

Seeing this scene, Costinia, a silver-haired girl who had already been prepared, took a deep breath, clenched the staff with both hands, closed her eyes again, and her expression suddenly became solemn, but she did not move.

Everyone's eyes widened, staring at the silver-haired girl with concentration, for fear of missing a slight, perhaps because of too much concentration, everyone didn't notice that the old man who was originally sitting lazily in the void gradually sat up straight, and began to murmur in a low voice.

And at this time, Qingyue's female voice suddenly sounded, and the song-like song, like a lively elf, jumped out of its mouth, from the beginning of the words were unclear, to the clarity of the words, from the beginning of the low chanting, to the high voice of Qingyue, this song seemed to be sung directly in everyone's hearts, and the soul even moved with its singing.

Although the language of singing has never been heard, there is a feeling in everyone's heart that they can hear the meaning of its expression, which is a very wonderful feeling, very mysterious, not only the powerful Bronn and others, but also the civilians lying on the ground.

Peaceful, calm, happy, beautiful! All words that can describe the beauty of things are not enough to describe the mood of everyone at this moment, so the sadness and hardship are swept away in this happy female voice!

The thought arose in everyone's minds, this is not magic!

This ode to the gods for forgiveness and blessings!

The silver-haired girl is singing in the language of God!

She is the apostle of the gods on earth!

She's saving the lost!

The despair in the eyes disappears in this song! The gloom in the eyes is replaced by light!

The eyes are full of hope! At this moment, the soft light is sprinkled on everyone's bodies!

Witnessing this scene, the old man sitting in the void could no longer maintain normalcy, and suddenly stood up, his eyes narrowed into a slit, staring at the silver-haired girl, and muttering to the rhythm of her chanting.

Now ask the gods to listen!

You don't have the right to take your life!

The existence of the village of life is the choice of all things!

Please give me hope again!

Although I already know that there is no one for good, I beg you to forgive the world once again!

Give all hope and longing for salvation!

Ask for the mercy of the gods at this moment!

You don't have the power to take away hope!

The existence of hope is the choice of all things!

Please have mercy on me again!

Although I already know that there is no light, I beg you to forgive the world once again!

Give everyone a bright and future to survive!

You don't have the right to take your life!

The existence of life is the choice of all things!

The choice of all things!

Choose~!

Choose~!!

Choose~!!!

When the old man muttered this ode to himself, the singing voice of the silver-haired girl with her eyes closed disappeared, and her closed eyes slowly opened, and the heavy pupils in her eyes shone with a different light.

With the flickering magic array under him, the hand holding the staff slowly loosened, his arms were wide open, and the staff was quietly suspended in front of him, looking up at the vast night sky, lightly opening his lips, and clearly spit out a few words.

"Great Holy Light Healing Technique!"

As soon as Qingyue's words began, the night sky suddenly lit up, and a small ball of light slowly formed, and then grew in a few breaths, dispelling the darkness like a small sun.

When the light of Hexi enveloped the earth, a warm feeling surged into everyone's hearts, an indescribable sense of comfort made everyone moan involuntarily, and the wounds on the body suddenly began to become extremely itchy, and they all looked down, and everyone was pleasantly surprised to find that those smaller wounds began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye under the illumination of the light.

As early as after hearing the words spit out from the mouth of the silver-haired girl, Tatum City Lord's mind suddenly moved, as if he had thought of something, but he never knew where this feeling came from, but when he witnessed this scene, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind, and he suddenly turned his head to look at Captain Serol, and roared anxiously.

"Serol, quick, let your men wipe the severed limbs clean, put them in the wound and tear them, and everyone will run into the place where the light is shrouded, quick, you must hurry!"

"This... But Captain Serol looked at the former hesitantly.

"Everyone, hurry up and do what I say!Seliol, it's really too late for you to hesitate!" Seeing that the former was still hesitating, the Tatum City Lord was completely enraged, and this time he burst out with an amazing roar.

But apparently his orders were not very effective for the soldiers of the Garrison Legion, and although they were puzzled, no one did what the former said, but instead turned their eyes to the commander of the Serol.

It had never been seen before before that the former had lost his temper so much, and this time the commander of the Serol Legion no longer hesitated, suddenly waved his hand, and gave an order in a deep voice.

"Everyone, do what the Tatum City Lord says, don't hesitate!"