"Bethlehem is the place where your bones are buried!"

Englon was adamant, as if that were the real result. [No pop-ups.]

"I didn't expect to see you again," Luo Lan sighed, shook his head, and Engelon said sharply: "Of course you won't want to see me again!" Then a mocking look appeared on his face, and he said, "But not only did I come, but I came when you least wanted it, I'm afraid this surprised you, right?"

"It's really unexpected," Luo Lan nodded, and said, "Although I thought for a long time that you wouldn't be so willing to lose everything, and you would definitely take action, but I didn't expect you to come in person, and you are so sure." ”

"Don't pretend to be calm there!" Engelon sneered, stretched out his hand and said, "There are twenty dark mages here, fifty thieves, and eighty warriors, all of whom are elite troops of the Black Elf Neyesha family, and I tell you, you are going to die today!"

Luo Lan raised his eyebrows and looked around, all the black elves did not make the slightest sound, their faces were completely hidden in the veil, but their slightly shining eyes looked dark and mysterious in the dark night, judging from their size, most of them were weak women, but it was impossible to measure the exact strength from this alone.

The undead acolytes watched around and retreated vigilantly, until they reached his side.

Judging from the comparison of the strength of the two sides, Luo Lan's side really has no chance of winning. Although the bishop's robe was worn on his body, and even the Scepter could activate two large defensive spells, it could only support a while at most under the simultaneous attack of twenty mages, and more importantly, it was night. Moreover, in the extremely unfavorable situation of being surrounded, if more than fifty black elf thieves used their shadow shift talent to perform assassination techniques, it was enough to make everyone present die several times without realizing it.

What's more, since Engelon is on the side of Netomund. Then there must be some understanding of Luo Landi's attack method, and he will not be unprepared.

So Englon's self-confidence is not unreasonable, because no matter how you look at it, they are also the dominant side. What's more, it took so much effort to calculate the other party into this trap, and the nature of psychological advantage is indescribable.

Netomund let out a long breath, a feeling of exhilaration, he felt that he had won the battle, and the other party would never have imagined that he was hiding such a strange soldier!

He's not in a hurry at all now. On the contrary, he thought that it should be the other party who was in a hurry, and looked left and right, and the few knights who had fallen down stood up again, the effect of the lightning paralysis technique was slowly disappearing, although their strength had not fully recovered, but in the current situation, it seemed that it was not too important.

That's what it's like to be in charge, and with everything in control, Netomund's confidence skyrockets to dare to face his opponent again. He greedily looked at the bishop's robe on Luo Lan's body, as if he had seen the sight of himself wearing that robe, he smiled proudly, and said, "I'm afraid the priest didn't expect the knight of Engelon to appear here, right? Actually, I entrusted him with the theft of the fragment of Morusu. I didn't expect you to ruin our plan, so I had to make a temporary change, changing the original target from orcs to you. ”

Luo Lan said lightly: "I think I'm afraid that after Englon's plan failed that day, Belinda was ordered to sneak up on me, right?"

"You can say that, but she must have told you that it was not my arrangement for her to be with you," Netomund narrowed his eyes, "and you are an important person, and you are under the attention of an adult." ”

"Oh?" Luo Lan asked as if casually, "Who is he?"

Netomund smiled mysteriously. But he didn't say any more.

At this moment, a tall female black elf suddenly spoke impatiently, "Knight, as long as we kill them all, the deal between us is complete, right?"

Engelon glanced at Belinda, who was standing behind Luo Lan, his face that had originally maintained an aristocratic and ceremonial smile changed slightly, he hesitated for a moment, and finally sighed. Nodding his head, he said, "Yes." ”

In exchange for a fragment of Morusu, the Black Elf Guard served once. He felt a little regretful in his heart, because he could have exchanged it for a certain magical weapon handed down from the heroic era. On the Apollo continent, where magic weapons are almost extinct, such a thing can indeed be regarded as an "artifact", once obtained, one's personal combat power will be greatly improved to a higher level, and then there is no need to be forced to flee in embarrassment like when he was in the slave market, and even almost lost his life.

But after much consideration, he made the current decision according to Netomund's wishes, because the goal he needed to achieve was more ambitious than his own, and if he sacrificed a little personal interest now, he would be able to compensate for it a thousand times in the future once he achieved his wish.

Besides, seeing that the enemy who had to flee underground that day had fallen into a mortal situation, he suddenly felt that he had not made a wrong choice, and it was all worth it, not to mention, there should be another fragment on the other party's body, after killing the other party, he could also use it to continue trading with the black elves, but of course he would not take the initiative to say this news first.

The black elf snorted coldly and said, "That means you can do it?"

"Wait!"

The person who spoke was actually not suitable to say this, because he might not be able to listen to what he said, but the black elf really didn't move, Luo Lan smiled after speaking, and Netomund and Engelon had a strange feeling in their hearts at the same time, because such a smile should have appeared on the victor, not the seemingly desperate person in front of him.

Luo Lan took out something from the space ring, and by the moonlight, he could see that it was a fragment of a stone slab, shook it at the black elf, and said, "The thing you want is here." ”

Morusu fragment Engelon was stunned for a moment, and then a look of regret flashed in his eyes, the other party now took out the black elf will definitely take it away afterwards, and there is no more share of his own, but put his mind at ease. He sneered and said, "Do you think that taking it out now can still save your life?" This can only be exchanged in the dungeon, and taking it out now will only make you die faster." ”

Luo Lan smiled slightly, and suddenly stretched out his hand and threw it. He threw the fragment directly at the black elf, who reached out and took it, and then handed it to another female elf with a delicate figure beside him.

Engelon never thought that Luo Lan would hand over this thing so easily, and he couldn't help but feel a burst of disdain, and sneered again and again, it seems that under the threat of death, no one can avoid groveling. Do you think you'll be able to save your life?

"It's really boring, I originally wanted to scare and scare him. An angry voice suddenly came from the queue in the black elves.

Netomund suddenly felt his heart sink, and although he felt unbelievable, this sentence made him feel a little unpleasant, and he remained silent on the surface, but his hand quietly touched his arms.

Engron felt a chill rise up his spine, and he barely managed to calm his mind, and exclaimed, "Everyone, we can fulfill our agreement. ”

"Promise?" the black elf who had taken the fragment of Morusu scoffed, "Who made a pact with you?" Engelon took a step back, his face a little pale. His voice was slightly hoarse, and he said, "You all swore an oath in front of the statue of Rose, don't you want to repent?

"It's a pity, if it's a vow we make, we'll keep it, but it's a pity ......," the black elf chuckled. He pointed to the side and said, "You say that those who have sworn have probably gone to rest in the earth forever...... Don't move!"

Her tone suddenly turned cold, and at the same time, almost every knight who had just stood up had a weapon strapped to their necks.

And Netomund and Engelon's bodies also stiffened suddenly, and at this moment, at least ten magicians' perceptions aimed at them at the same time, I am afraid that as long as there is any abnormal movement, they will immediately fall to pieces.

Luo Lan's wide robe sleeves waved, and he smiled: "Captain Netomund, Knight Englon." How do you know these must be your reinforcements?"

The situation on the field took a turn for the worse, and the faces of the two people suddenly turned dead.

A black elf dressed in luxurious clothes walked out of the queue, she came to Luo Lan, stretched out her hand and took off the veil, revealing an elegant and noble face, it was Hai Rouer who provided information to Luo Lan, she smiled and said, "Master Pastor." You are trustworthy. A very close person asked me to pass this on to you. She took out an item and handed it over, saying, "He said." You'll know the answer in no time. Luo Lan stretched out his hand to take it, and couldn't help but be shocked in his heart, this was actually the other half of the Soul Mirror Grammar Staff! What does it mean for this thing to appear here? Who knew that he needed this thing?

Just as he was distracted, there was another change on the field, Netomund was indeed unable to move, but his hand had successfully reached into his arms, and that was enough, since he was ready to use the black elves to deal with Luo Lan, but how could he completely trust these alien races who believed in darkness and chaos? He had been prepared in advance.

A sudden and violent bright light rose from Netomund's body, as if a sun rose in the night, reflecting the surroundings as if it were day, both humans and black elves in the field covered their eyes and screamed to avoid, and at the same time he took out a red spar from his arms, and an extremely dangerous aura suddenly dispersed in the field, and he shouted: "Protect me!"

"Yes, my lord!" a slender figure in a cloak seemed unaffected by the glare, and quickly ran out of the knights' ranks and towards his side.

Hearing this voice, Netomund seemed to settle down, the red crystal in his hand had cracked a crack, he recited the incantation in a low voice, but near the end he felt something cool stuffed into his throat, he looked at the owner of the dagger in front of him in disbelief, "Irina...... "Unfortunately, he can no longer say this name, as soon as his hand is released, the red crystal finally fell to the ground, and the bones rolled out.