Maracas, whose messages sleep deep in the brain, are now re-memorized. The future lord of hex, enslaved four divine souls and dedicated them to the troll hero Zurkin. Thanks to its efforts, the forest trolls almost rose to prominence in the elves' most difficult moments.

"Are you waiting for that to take shape?"

Malacas didn't say anything more, and Shane pointed to the altar, where the dragon eagle's flesh had been stripped in half, revealing a white skeleton that had coalesced into blood in midair.

"I can help you" fell, and the three sets of magic balls on his head attacked the altar, and Maracas blocked in front of the blood balls as expected, collapsing... The three sets of magic balls hit nine times, scattering a lot of protective green light, and the troll took three steps back before standing firm.

"Now, your hole cards are all in my hand, what are you going to do?"

The three sets of orbs above his head were generated again, and Shane felt that the troll's breathing was short, and he really cared about the flesh and blood of the dragon eagle, and the situation was gradually in his hands. Outside the altar, the 'Queldore' shouts grew louder and louder, and the rangers were approaching.

Maracas raised his staff, and a green light flashed on it, obscuring all of Shane's vision.

Flash! The distance direction is calculated at the time of the conversation. As if taking a step, Shane traveled through a short space, stepped on the ground and immediately released the ice ring, without looking at the magic effect, he released the fourth-level monster summoning technique against the location of Maracas in his memory, and boom~ The wild boar smashed to the ground.

The vision was restored, and the original standing position was corroded and collapsed by the green light, and Maracas ran to the entrance of the altar, and without looking back, he rushed out, and decisively passed under Tygo's crotch, and just ran. Shane didn't mean to look down on it, if he didn't even cherish his own life, the path of the spellcaster would not be long.

The dragon eagle's flesh and blood had been completely peeled off at this moment, condensed into the size of a fist, and the dark red streamer swirled inside. In addition to the extremely strong smell of blood and sorcery, there is also a kind of fluctuation that Shane can't recognize.

'Swallow it, swallow it, and you too can become a god.' Suddenly there was a whisper in his ear.

What was that? Shane was sure he hadn't been tricked into illusions.

'Swallow it, swallow it......

Kindness? The second time the voice came again, and when I looked at the flesh again, I felt the urge to swallow the blood ball.

Shane sneered, the power contained in the flesh and blood, if extracted, can be promoted to the Six Rings immediately, and maybe even gain divinity, but Maracas treats him as stupid as an animal?

"Eye of Truth, is the unknown fluctuation the divinity of the dragon eagle?"

"In the exploration, the unknown fluctuation belongs to a certain conceptual existence, according to the epic, 80% is the divinity of the dragon eagle, and the complete analysis takes an unknown time."

"Is it possible to extract divinity alone?"

"No, the divinity has been polluted by blood sacrifices, it contains voodoo, and it is not recommended to use it."

Remove the flesh and blood of the dragon eagle with the hand of magic, put it in the alchemy bottle and put it away, and the bones were not spared, and put it in the magic pocket.

With that, Shane walked behind the pillar and picked up Sylvanas. The elf was still weak, trembling like a little hen. Having never seen her so weak, Shane couldn't help but hug her tighter.

"Let's go, let's go home"

"Wait, I have something to say."

"What?" Sylvanas' voice was like a mosquito, and Shane couldn't hear it clearly.

"Come closer"

Shane put her ear close, and the female elf smiled triumphantly: "Just one bite." ”

Shane was suddenly held on his head, his lips were kissed, his defenses were gently pried open, his tongue was deftly hooked, and he was greasy and entangled. The female elf exchanged sucking with Shane through the sweet liquid, and at the same time, a suction force was generated on her body, and the magic power was sucked away with the liquid. It took a bite, but it was a little long, and Sean was almost overwhelmed by the kiss, and there was no place in his mouth to keep it secret from the female elf.

Lips parted, "You taste better than the sunwell" Sylvanas licked her lips contentedly, pressed her cheeks together, and blew in Shane's ear "Quickly let me down, I can't be carried to see my subordinates." ”

The female elf's body stopped trembling and returned to normal, and the two walked out of the altar side by side. As they watched, the flames were gradually engulfing the troll colony, and the rangers rushed to the altar door.

"Commander!" "Lord Sylvanas."

"I'm fine, let's go now"

Her subordinates brought her chocobos, and the rangers evacuated as quickly as they came.

……

The final battle of the armed reconnaissance was over, and no trolls were encountered on the way back. Day and night, it only took three days to return to the Windranger outpost, and everyone breathed a long sigh of relief. Tense nerves are relaxed, and the rangers drink or sleep to dissipate their emotions.

As one of the leaders, Sean still has a lot to accomplish. Back at the Mage's Tower, ready to report to the council, the bear meat in the voodoo cauldron, the black dirt, and the dragon eagle bones are ready to be judged by the masters, and the report about the sorcerer Maracas also appears.

“…… It can be seen that there may be high-level priests or great demon magicians among the trolls, and for the safety of the Ghost Land, it is recommended to strengthen the power of the Red Sun and White Tower. ”

Finally, write down the judgment and suggestions, use the positioning to transmit, and send it back to Silver Moon City to be handled by the mentor. The day after Sylvanas returned to the sentry post, she escorted the wounded and dead to Quettalin, where she also reported to her superiors.

Windranger crushed by the Dawnblade again? Sean didn't have time to care about that, the dragon eagle flesh and blood had been parsed into some functions, the divinity was indestructible, the voodoo witchcraft had given the curse of erosion, and there were still many unknowns waiting to be explored.

In the laboratory, Sean poured a drop of flesh into a petri dish, put a protective shield on himself, and touched it with his fingertips. The flesh seemed to come to life, leaping on its fingertips, eroding the shield until it ran out of energy and fell back into the petri dish. A miracle happened, and the drop of flesh was slowly regaining its energy.

"Eyes of Truth, Report Observations."

"Through observation, it can be judged that it is the divinity that is restoring, and the dragon eagle flesh and blood have assimilation and can decay organic creatures into the same flesh and blood."

The purpose of the experiment is to observe the process, summarize the experience, and get the results. In order to understand the flesh and blood of the dragon eagle, Shane prepared more than thirty experiments. A variety of different substances react with flesh and blood to obtain magical properties. After a series of experiments, it was determined that it reacted with metals and organic matter to exhibit a third magical property: assimilation.

The divinity contained in flesh and blood, which Shane cannot use, but has no intention of wasting it, can be used to transform the puppet. The armor plate on Tiger's chest was melted, saving a lot of effort.

"The eye of truth, observing all changes."

"Understood"

After Shane finished speaking, he smashed the alchemy bottle containing the flesh and blood of the dragon eagle on the core, and where the flesh spread, the metal was dyed dark red. The structure of the divine infection was changed, and the original golden paint fell off, and the dark red metal was exposed, gradually spreading throughout the body.

Several spikes grew from Tygo's shoulders, and the edges of the hole in his chest squirmed like a bloody mouth trying to devour something. It took a metal plate of its own and pressed it to its chest, and the dark red wire stretched out like a granule, connecting to the metal plate. Assimilation, fusion, seamless linking, chest notch repair completed.

"User, this device observes that in addition to infecting metal, the divinity is also infected with the intelligence core, adding several behaviors, and not changing the highest authority."

The act of adding, perhaps, could be called a divine instinct, thought to Shane.