Relying on Sir Royce's block, Wu Mo had a golden opportunity to cut off the head of the Strange Ghost Leader with his golden wheel. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Then, although he heard a system prompt, he didn't pay much attention to it, but turned around and threw out two Ice Spirit Silver Needles.

Royce was definitely no match for the administrator, and Wu Mo knew that.

But it doesn't matter, it's just a matter of a moment, since the other party failed to sneak attack and kill him, then he completely has the upper hand in this duel.

The Administrator's dagger stabbed Royce in the chest, bleeding out, but at the same time, the Ice Spirit Silver Needle stabbed him.

Then, enraged, Royce wielded a massive axe and cut off the administrator's head.

"Congratulations, kill the ghosts, kill the opponent, complete the main quest, get an 'Ice Crystal Sword', experience points 6,000, soul coins 60,000."

"Since you saved the lives of three night watchmen, the final outcome is a perfect evaluation, and you will get an extra chance to draw a prize, please be rare."

"When the script is complete, you will be automatically teleported back to the dimensional room in three minutes."

Hearing a series of system prompts, Wu Mo couldn't help but feel happy in his heart.

The Ice Crystal Sword should be the sword in the hands of the strange ghost, and that thing must be much more powerful than the frying pan of the red wolf.

Of course, what surprised him even more was that Royce was not dead.

He used to look down on this young aristocratic son, but at the critical moment, this guy actually played a big role, which made him sigh.

Wu Mo's body gradually turned into white light, and he heard Will's shout, and Will carried Royce on his back, and then fled into the distance.

They must have forgotten about him as an outsider.

But that's fine.

Back in the dimensional room, Wu Mo sat quietly for a while before walking over to draw a lottery.

The chance to draw extra prizes can sometimes be very useless, but if you're lucky, it's still very good.

This time, his luck was not bad, and what he drew was actually a "teleportation stone".

"Name: Teleportation Stone"

"Type: Consumable Booster"

"Purpose: Can be teleported anywhere in the same script"

"How to use: Set the coordinate location, recite the spell and you can teleport."

"Note 1: Three times to use"

"Note 2: It's definitely better than airplanes and high-speed rail, but don't be playful."

This thing is definitely a good thing for escaping, you can set the coordinates in advance, and if there is any danger, you can adjust it in time.

After the reward was drawn, Wu Mo looked at the ice crystal sword again.

"Name: Ice Crystal Sword"

"Type: Assault Weapon"

"Attack: Strong"

"Defense: Weak"

"Special Effect: Can create chill and freeze the opponent's weapon or body"

"Notes: This is a weapon created by the strangers through special powers, as long as you can fight the cold it produces, then use it, it doesn't matter, it can be your most useful companion."

Wu Mo smiled, in the future, he simply used the pan in his left hand and the crystal sword in his right hand, one smashed and the other froze, which can definitely be regarded as an outstanding effect.

At this time, less than half an hour had passed in reality, and Wu Mo checked the list of friends and found that Princess White Dragon, Artoria and others were still on the task.

He simply opened another script, but this time he chose a single-player script.

After many missions, he found that he still liked solo scripts.

Because if you cooperate with someone you don't know, it will always be easy to be dragged down, so it's better to do it alone, unless the White Dragon Princess is idle.

The script opens.

Wu Mo entered a strange underground world.

In the process animation, the narration has already begun.

"Authority.

In the world of the Dark Elves, there are no more important words.

It's theirs, no, the strongest motivator in our religion, the power to tug at the heartstrings of hunger and thirst.

Ambition overrides acts of compassion and kindness, all in the name of Rose, the spider god.

In the society of the Dark Elves, the ascension to power is paved by a series of assassinations. The Spider God Queen is a god who worships chaos and chaos.

As the true leadership of the Dark Elves, he and the female High Priests did not discriminate against those who were ambitious with poisoned daggers.

Of course, every society has some norms of behavior.

Public murder and wars will lead to hypocritical justice; The punishment inflicted by the Dark Elves is as merciless as their personalities.

However, it is acceptable to strike a fatal blow from behind an enemy in the midst of a chaotic army on the battlefield, or to cut down the roots in a dark alley - and even receive private praise.

The justice and facts of the dark elves have nothing to do with the investigation, and no one cares at all.

Unscrupulous competition for power is what Goddess Rose does, and the ambition of the Dark Elves is to make his 'people' cocoon themselves in a prescribed way.

People?

Minions are a more appropriate word, or rather, they are dancing dolls to please the Spider God, puppets in his imperceptible webs.

All the dark elves had to climb the ladder he had set up desperately, trying to win his favor, and were destined to fall at the hands of his minions.

Positions of power are the unsolvable problems of my compatriots' world, and because of their thirst for power, they have become cocooned and limited their own power.

By seizing power by conspiracies, they are tantamount to inviting others to give back to others in their own way.

The elite of power in Morsoblay must turn back from time to time to beware of the dagger that could stab in the back at any moment.

As a result, the fatal blow often comes from the front.

You are a dark elf warrior of the Duden family, but you are extremely tired of this world controlled by the spider goddess, so rely on your ability to communicate with animals to change him. ”

The narration ends, and the cutscene ends at the same time.

To be honest, Wu Mo felt a little abrupt, and the words in the narration seemed to be very familiar, as if they were in a certain book he had read.

But I don't remember exactly.

However, he should be a dark elf now, and although he himself has seen that his appearance has not changed in any way, perhaps in the eyes of those dark elves, he is completely different.

For the inhabitants of the surface, a dark spirit of Wu Mo's level could walk a few feet away without being detected at all.

The lizard mount he stepped on, with its four hooves and meat pads, walked silently.

Perfectly handmade, the inlaid armor hung seamlessly over the knights and mounts, fitting perfectly and bending with their movements, as if they were a second skin.

The lizard under Wu Mo's crotch moved forward with easy and fast steps.

Silently step on broken floors, walls, and even the ceilings of long tunnels.

(To be continued.) )