However, Zaknavan also knew that under the influence of the wand's low temperature, he was like a heavy rock to creatures in the dark who relied on heat to see things, which was neither noticeable nor difficult to detect. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Zach shuddered.

He stretched out his hands and tried to shake them, making sure he still had enough dexterity.

He looked at Brissa, who had fallen into a state of absence from the second summoning spell.

It will take a little more time this time, so Zach leans against the wall, savoring the dangerous but exciting task in front of him.

Mareth's biological mother left him all the priests of the Deaver family, which was so considerate!

"It's done," Brissa announced a few minutes later.

She led Zach's gaze to the sky, to the invisible top of the great cavern.

Wu Mo also noticed Brisha's masterpiece, a gust of approaching air current, because it was slightly warmer than the temperature of the cave, and it had a little yellow.

It's a living air current.

The creature summoned from the elemental realm, whistling and floating on the outer lines of the balcony, faithfully awaited the summoner's orders.

Zach didn't hesitate.

He jumped into the current, letting it float in the air.

Brissa gave him a final salute and motioned for the summoned servants to go on their way.

"The battle went well!" Even though Kazuk had disappeared into the air, she shouted at him.

As the twisted city of Morsoblay flew under his feet, Zack couldn't help but chuckle at the unintentional but sarcastic remark.

Like Zack, she wants the priest of the Devo family to die, but the reasons are quite different.

If all that was left aside, Zach would be happy to kill all the priests of the Duden family.

The Master of Martial Arts drew a sword made of pure gold, a dark elf sword made of magic, the blade of which was not only sharp, but also attached to a spell that would kill people.

"The battle really should be going well." He whispered.

If only Brissa could know how smooth it was.

"It's your turn!"

Brissa looked at Wu Mo and said.

"I don't need to!"

Wu Mo glanced at Brissa lightly, jumped down slightly, and caught up with the team in front of him at a very fast speed.

"That guy!"

Brissa gritted her teeth and looked at Wu Mo's distant back, if possible, she wanted to tear Wu Mo to pieces.

But there was no way, Wu Mo's strength far surpassed her, and she didn't dare to provoke at all, otherwise, she absolutely believed that guy would kill her in front of the Mareth housemother.

Wu Mo discovered a situation, not only those ugly bear goblins, but all the races in Mosoblay City, including the dark elves, hurriedly dodged to avoid blocking his way.

There was no other reason, it was just because Wu Mo had already joined Di Ning, and nearly thirty family soldiers walked behind him in a tight formation.

Behind these people were the same tight formations, but the inferior races who were not too expectant of this adventure.

They are goblins, orcs, and bear goblins.

There was no doubt that there were still people watching the excitement around, because the war between the families was not something that happened every day in Mosoblay; But it's not too unexpected.

At least every ten years, a family begins to plan to eliminate another family in order to move up the ranks.

This is a very risky approach, because all the nobles of the "victim" family must be disposed of as quickly as possible and as unobtrusively as possible.

If any of the nobles survived to accuse the murderers, the ruthless justice of Morsoblay would issue a sanction and wipe out the attacking family.

If the raid is executed perfectly, there will be no negative effects.

All the people in the city, including the eight mistresses in the Ruling Council, would secretly applaud each other for their courage and wisdom; No one will talk about this accident again.

Wu Mo found that the leader Di Ning had made a special detour, probably because he was unwilling to leave any traces that directly connected the Duden family and the Devo family.

Half an hour later, and for the second time that night, they crept into the southern end of the towering mushroom umbrella group, where the five pillars of the Deaver family gathered.

The soldiers behind him eagerly dispersed, pulling out their weapons one after another, carefully examining the entire building in front of them.

The slaves were much slower.

Many slaves looked around, looking for a way out; Because they know in their hearts that they are doomed this time.

However, death did not terrify them as much as the shadow of the dark elves, so they did not dare to flee.

Anyway, every exit from Morsobrai is guarded by the magic of the dark elves, so where else can they escape?

Every slave has seen the brutality of the Drow elves being tortured and then captive slaves.

With Dining's order, they were all in position around the fence of the mushroom umbrella group.

Dineen reached into his large fanny pack and pulled out a piece of heated metal.

He raised this thing three times, which in the infrared spectrum was equivalent to three bright signals, informing the two brigades in the rear, led by Novan and Ryssen.

Then, in his usual playful habits, Dineen threw the piece of metal into the air, caught it, and threw it into the tight bag in his heat-proof fanny pack.

Under this dazzling signal, Dinein's dark elf troops loaded their magical darts onto their one-handed crossbows and aimed at their previously planned targets.

Wu Mo didn't have this kind of short bow, but he didn't have any plans to fight now, because so far, the task of the system was only to involve him in this battle, and as for saying that he wanted to do something in this battle, there didn't seem to be a hint yet.

Thankless things, he would never do, it is enough to fish in troubled waters like now.

Dineen didn't dare to yell at him.

Especially after seeing his strength, the current Dineh didn't dare to show his teeth and claws in front of him at all.

Even if Wu Mo didn't do anything, at most he would just go back and complain to the mother of Marles, and he really didn't dare to do other things.

Every fifth mushroom is a screaming mushroom, and the spell on each dart is enough to suppress the dragon's roar.

"One...... Two...... Three," Dineh's gesture directed the movement of the troops, for no sound could be heard in the silence of the magic that was cast on his men.

As soon as the string of the crossbow loosened, and the dart flew towards the nearest screaming mushroom, an imaginary "Kada" sounded in his head.

The same thing is happening throughout the entire Deaver family, where the first line of vigilance has been systematically breached with dozens of short darts with incantations attached.

On the other side of Morsoblay, the Mother of Mareth and her daughters, along with the plebeian priests of the four families, joined forces to form the evil Eight Demon Circle of Goddess Rose.

(To be continued.) )