Lillard scrutinized the drow, who was very intellectually and calmly speaking. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The glasses made of clear crystal are shimmering with magical patterns in an area that is impossible to see with the naked eye.

In addition, hairpins, earrings, necklaces, and even the clothes worn on the chest have traces of magical flow. The flow of energy that can only be seen with a special observation mode is all present in the bottom of the eye, and Leillard can't help but slightly admire the other party's wealth.

Considering the status and origin of the other party, it is also common to have these magic guides.

Judging by Thorin's mode of action, it is too unlikely that he will be recognized because of his flaws.

Frowning, Leillard's purely rational side gradually took over his body at the moment.

He pulled out his chair and sat down naturally across from Loroni, the arrogance he had deliberately shown before gradually disappearing, and finally staring at the other party indifferently.

In the world of Lillard's current rational cognition, I'm afraid there is only one thing left, don't be afraid to just do these words.

Even if you are recognized, it is not a big deal.

The only headache is that after doing it, he managed to escape without alarming any forces.

There are several types of magic devices that can be seen in this room for warning and communication, and this drow must have a magic guide on his body. If you alarm any ninth-level combat position, it is impossible for you to leave safely. Moreover, after leaving, he will also expose his traces of those women very quickly, which is the best strategy.

In this way, I can only find a way to subdue this woman.

Leilad's mind raced to find the relevant strategy, and the options were quickly eliminated, and his expression became more and more cold.

"Are you acquiescing?" Loroni couldn't help but feel a little tingling down her spine as she stared at her lifeless eyes.

It reminded her of the prelude to the mutant beasts she had observed preparing to attack.

The man was dangerous, and Loloni immediately received feedback from her brain.

Although his battle display indicated that the opponent was currently only about level seven in combat power, there would always be a trace of panic in his heart.

She forced her breathing to be steady and powerful, staring at each other with unflinching eyes.

This is her home turf, and with the slightest movement of her fingers, the ban on this room will be activated, freezing the man completely.

The room used to fight against the level 9 rebels, and it is not a problem to take down the combatants below level 9.

"Let's change the subject, what are you going to do when you asked me to come?"

Leillard was not sure or denied the other party's questioning, he did not know how much the other party knew, or if it was all her personal speculation, all he could do at this time was to prepare for the worst and try to negotiate on top of the worst, he stared at Drow's delicate cheeks, beware of her possible fight.

However, the other side still expressed a neutral leaning color

The faint heat emitted by the blood flowing in the body, as well as the heat generated by the contraction of the muscles, were all fed back into the eyes, forming a red picture constructed by dots and lines, among which the magic guides also emitted a more dangerous red, and Leillard judged that there was a flaw in the other party, and where could he claw. His own claws can easily cut even obsidian, and such a fragile flesh is obviously not enough to see.

"Are you asking me or am I asking you? At least you're not acting at all the same as Thorin, so you're still exposed."

Loloni stared at the other party vigilantly, she could clearly feel the difference between the other party and Thorin. Even though all of his actions when he entered the building were judged to be the same as Thorin's, the man still showed an undeserved demeanor whenever the external environment changed suddenly. She is a high-ranking elf, and the other party is just a traverser, even if the other party has superior talent and unparalleled talent, she still has to recognize the status quo of the class.

At this moment, Thorin was completely contemptuous.

It's like looking at the cave monsters yourself.

"Confinement"

Leillard snapped his fingers.

The dice that had been hovering on his side unseen began to spin rapidly, and the gold coins turned into golden flames one by one, covering the dice around, ice blue sparks erupted, and a circle of light half a meter in diameter shrouded Lillard's side.

He just had a thought, and his body slid to Loloni's side.

The slender hand bones rested on Loroni's slender neck, feeling the temperature of the other person's body, and Leillard's eyes seemed to be staring at delicious meat rather than beautiful women.

Only propagators of faith across races and planes will see through each other's missionary beliefs.

Whether it is the badge tattoo on Lailard's body or the dice floating around him, they are all gifts from the nine-faced dragon god, and with the interference of the dragon of time, they themselves have the characteristics of interdimensional planes. As long as the gods of this plane do not comprehend the rules of the spread of interdimensional beliefs, their priests and priests will not be able to see the dice on Lillard's side.

And the Queen of the Roseworms, although they are the gods of the dark elves of many planes...... However, it is a pity that she does not have her own divine domain, temporarily lives in the bottomless abyss, and has a plane of her own, because the divine power comprehension is incomplete, and at the same time she is cursed by the elven gods, in her cross-dimensional elf sacrifice, only those high priests have the relevant ability.

This remote mountain village...... The only people who can accurately identify Lillard's identity are other priests with interdimensional beliefs.

"Forbidden Demon?!You!Who the hell are you!!"

"I—Am I what you call Thorin?"

Confinement is not the time and space within the confinement space.

It just slows down the flow of mana.

Leillard couldn't dispel powerful magic, and he couldn't slow down the flow of time.

And among the many low-level magics, there is only one very weak magic skill that can be put to use.

The magic elements were still moving, and even when the magic was activated, they continued to follow a specific trajectory, only to suddenly increase the resistance between the elements, making them much slower. Preparing for this spell requires a considerable amount of casting materials, which is a boredom for wizards when they practice magic during their apprenticeship. Imprisoning magic, which is not even a level, after adding the powder of many magic resistance plants, it also interferes with the casting speed of the next spell.

However, for Leillard, it is the only skill that can be used at the moment.

Dragons usually have magic resistance. Their scales are the main source of magic resistance.

In addition to constantly throwing gold coins and forcibly pulling this skill to level three, Leillard also kept grinding his scale armor into powder with spells and sprinkling it in the current space.

These ice-blue sparks were ignited by the scale powder that he had grown with great difficulty!!

It's this powerful magic resistance trait, which is why the other party will mistake it for a forbidden demon.

Lost magical cover.

The senile Lillard suddenly appeared in front of Loroni.

The magic cover crumbled in an instant, long pale hair, wrinkled skin, heavy eye bags, and shriveled skin, and the slender skeleton was in front of Loroni's eyes. Any woman who loves beauty will be shocked when she sees it. Not to mention the unprepared Loloni.

Loroni's martial arts skills are not low, and she can be said to be the best compared to those Zhuo Er of the same age.

But compared with the dragon body of Leillard, the physique is too different, and when he decided to submit the other party, Leillard was very shameless to add a state to himself, even because of his special system, within five minutes, Leillard can proudly say that he is not afraid to come to the ninth level, and he can fight with the other party for more than a draw.

It's just that hundreds of gold coins are burned every minute, and the cost is also distressing.

OK...... At this time, Lillard is led by reason, and he doesn't care about burning money at all.

Leillard clasped Loloni, her withered paws roaming her delicate body. An eighth-level martial artist, his body energy is not known to be higher than other creatures, and if he can have a full meal, it is a very tempting choice for Lailad.