The handsome young man seemed to be struck by thunder, and the words of his sweetheart on the other side had a unique magic, which merged with the pale light reflected in the wine glass, reflecting the strange expression of the little ghost.

He was stunned for two seconds, his body trembling violently, as if he was shrouded in fear, and then he drank the sweet wine in the cup in one gulp, and there was an indescribable expression on his face, which was embarrassment, helplessness, despair, pain, fear, and his whole face was trembling.

The little ghost knows who he is, he is the child of prophecy, the one destined to reseal the old rulers, the last of Isère's ghosts, the only Celestial Lords to begin to recover.

The light of Takamagahara was stored in the heart core of his chest, but the tough organ that marked the divine identity did not react, only a faint breath leaking out.

Dispel... Dispel... Disperial!

What does the name mean—killing, horror, or death?" or death?

Now, perhaps only the little ghost, who is the prince of the Oni Clan, knows the meaning of the word Dispel, and the handsome young Oni Clan is about to be shrouded in the terror of the Desperate Monarch before he awakens to his true name.

There was silence in the tavern, and Vina's brown-gold eyes took a deep look at the little ghost, and from the moment she had just uttered the meaningful name of Dispel, she knew that something was wrong with the little ghost's state.

"Keho, I remember that Indra kept a bottle of [Essland Ice] and a bottle of [Flemc Flame] with you... Take it all out, I'll give you money to buy it back later, don't be found by that girl. ”

Vena turned her head and said to Keho with a flat expression, her slender white fingers banging on the table with a dull sound, her long white legs resting on the chair wantonly, and her long brown and golden hair tied high behind her head.

"That's not cheap... But it doesn't matter... As long as that little tiger doesn't come to me to make trouble—" Kho muttered, turning to leave, going to the special cellar located underground to retrieve the two spirits.

"It's... This... That's impossible... It can't be so fast... Damn it... Damn..."The little ghost's jade-white face turned a little whiter, as miserable as moonlight, and the faint purple runes flickered rapidly, bringing an unhealthy flush to the pale face.

"Hmm... Ah...!" The little ghost suddenly became excited, it turned out that it was Vena who held his hand, the Aslan girl has been practicing martial arts all year round, and her white and slender palm is inevitably a little hard, but at least there is no callus.

"You're in a bad state... What's wrong?" Vena stared at him, her brown-gold eyes revealing a strange look and a curious look on her face.

The firm and powerful voice was like the best medicine in the world, soothing the little ghost's panicked mind, Vina lit up his gloomy life like Suan shining on the earth, he quickly adjusted himself, and looked at the sturdy girl in front of him with a smile.

"It's okay... I just didn't expect it so soon... What the hell happened in those five days?"

"A lot..."Vina rubbed her forehead, feeling a little confused in her mind, she knew it was going to turn out like this... The good date is gone... With a gentle cough, he cleared his throat, ready to recount the events of the past six days to the little ghost.

"The afternoon the day after Nathan's bastard picked you up, DisPel landed in the Bates business district... Countless civilians have died by suicide in the air of despair, and the Bates family worshipped, the bloodline warlock Gargill Floating Wind has single-handedly forced Dispel back. ”

"Subsequently... The original descendant of the Arcane God, Holy Magister Okanin Soth, appeared in mid-air, dispelling the air of despair that hung over the sky in the business district of Bates. ”

"He also arrested the Batesens family's master of the forge, Copperhammer, which is said to be the culprit of this disaster, and I don't know the specifics, but Okanin announced that the Bronze Hammer will be tried tomorrow and the trial will be held at the Victorian Government Hall. ”

"Copper hammer, how is it possible..."The little ghost's eyes widened, with a somewhat incredible look, and the white pupils and dark purple iris intertwined with a unique beauty, and Vina's heart trembled when she saw it.

No way... This was the little ghost's first reaction, and his memories of the Bronze Hammer were still stuck in the bold dwarf who invited himself to drink beer, eat dragon meat, and build weapons for himself, even at great cost.

"Hmm... What kind of dwarf do you think the Bronze Hammer is?" Vena pondered for a moment, staring into the little ghost's clear eyes and asking what he thought.

The bar was quiet, the already scattered drinkers had dispersed, and Kehoe, the proprietor, went to the cellar to get a drink, and only Vina and Little Ghost were sitting at the table as a couple in love.

The dim and soft light filled all the light-facing sides of the bar, confronting the shadows that permeated the backlit surface, as if trying to dispel all the darkness in the room, but only equalizing the darkness.

"Basically... It's completely in line with the dwarf's book "On Dwarves", right?" The little ghost still didn't seem to get rid of Fang Cai's shock, and subconsciously replied to Vina's question, and the shock that Vena brought him today was really too much.

"Whew... Actually, he's not quite what you think... That's a real bastard. Vina was still banging on the table, her beautiful eyes showing a look of hatred, but they were fleeting, returning to their usual blandness.

Footsteps sounded, and a tall, emaciated dwarf stepped out of the kitchen, carrying two bottles of precious liquor and a large plate of roasted meat, and for a moment the whole room was filled with the fragrance of the overflow.

"Try this... I think you two should be hungry, it's not good to drink on an empty stomach. Khoena's thunderous voice broke the somewhat awkward atmosphere of the couple at the counter.

"Thank you... I'm sorry for you..."Vena nodded, took the two bottles of the world-famous treasured wine, kept one as gray as ice for herself, and handed the red one to the little ghost.

The fragrant barbecue was also placed on the table, and the little ghost took a look at it, and judging from the color and texture that it was the most tender eye meat, probably from a sturdy Iberian valley-fed cow.

"You... I'll close the door and open it in the afternoon. Kehoe looked at Vina, asked for permission and walked out of the counter, closing the door of the bar and hanging the sign indicating that it was not open.

Kehoe turned to look at the couple and found Vina's lion-like brown-gold eyes staring at him, "Young man...", he shook his head helplessly and walked to the room on the second floor that was used as a bedroom.

"I told you that I was the illegitimate daughter of Charlie's old lion...", the girl from Aslan considered her every word, and finally chose to start with her own life experience.

"Little Lion... You don't care...?" the little ghost could see that Vena's expression was a little unnatural, although he inherited the extremely stubborn and tenacious brain circuit of the ghost clan, he was not a fool, and this emotion could still be seen.

"Hmm... It's nothing, but I just think of the trivialities, and I continued?" Vena tilted her head, reached out and forked a slice of barbecue meat in front of her, and took a bite, the fragrant juice bursting out.

She brought herself another glass of wine, and the strong aroma overflowed, this clear liquor made the little ghost's eyes light up, it was somewhat similar to the Ginjo, a specialty of the land of ghosts. The aromas are very different.

"As long as you're okay. The little ghost smiled charmingly, and the star's pupils narrowed.

"I was born in a winter, when the Emperor of Aslan was my uncle by blood... Vina took a sip of the wine, the cold, crisp feeling suppressed the anger, and the burning sensation rose to desolation.

...

Ost Nello had been on the run for three days of Isel, without a break, and his current physical strength was completely insufficient to control his body's movements, let alone maintain the Transfiguration Technique, which was already a high-level spell.

He did his best to climb to an ancient tree leaning against a stream, disarming himself from his night leopard form, revealing his original appearance.

The appearance and physical strength of the dark elves are similar to those of the sun elves, but they have inevitable flaws in their bloodline, and their violent nature makes it difficult for them to develop due to frequent wars with other races.

The handsome face is reflected in the clear water of the river, and the surrounding trees are mostly leafy, and this area has been transformed by the dark elf goddess Speyer with divine powers, so it seems out of place in the environment of the underworld.

It took almost ten minutes for the tribe of dark elves to be broken by a tall, swarthy man, whose warrior-rich and druid-like physique was powerless in front of the man's shadow blade.

The man called himself Nyarrathotep, a name that had no heritage in the Dark Elf Kingdom, and even the goddess Speyer, the Dark Elf, did not know the meaning of the name.

I remember that night, the sky of the underworld was almost torn apart, and most of Speyer's priests went straight to madness, and some of the priests who had left their sanity warned the Dark Elf King to flee quickly, but all this only showed one thing - the Dark Elf Goddess was dead.

This caught the attention of Ost Nero's father, Ennyaris Neero, who tried to pull the Tree of Life but was unable to do anything but risk moving the entire Dark Elf Kingdom.

However, just as the migration began, disaster struck, and the avatar of Nyaratotip appeared in front of the Elven Kingdom's migration procession, a tall, emaciated, swarthy figure, with a pompous and funny smile on his face, and a shadow whip in his hand.

"Creeping Chaos of Creeping, Spokesperson of the Gods, Nyara Totep salutes you. ”

He said such a puzzling sentence, and began to carry out a cruel and horrific slaughter of the Dark Elf race, even the demigod druid could not stop his terrifying whip, and the death of the Dark Elves killed by him was extremely miserable.

The monster that called himself Nyarrathotep would tear apart every corpse he touched, every dark elf had been fully abused by him before he died, and despair and fear brought him pleasure and were his best nourishment.

The clear water woke up young Ost Nero, the dark elf race had perished, and a few lucky ones had escaped, and the great elder Midrit tried his best to get a chance to escape, and he had to escape to the blood elves to have a chance to get shelter.

After all, the Blood Elves are different from the Dark Elves, they have abandoned the virtues that the surface elves are proud of, have the strictest hierarchy, and have established a powerful military empire early on, and are one of the most terrifying forces in the chaotic underworld.

The Dark Elf Kingdom has a good relationship with the Blood Elf Empire, and since this disaster is so strange that Osster Nello can only turn to the Blood Elf Empire for help, or his brother to be exact.

The youngest elven king - Karthas