"Fool ......" Doris slowly watched Acoste walk in front of her, and suddenly the corners of her mouth went up, revealing a shallow smile.

"Are you going to kill me? If it were you, I wouldn't care at all, I wouldn't be sad at all, and I wouldn't regret it at all. The little druid struggled to her feet against the wall, and there was not a hint of fear on her face, but she began to nag to herself.

"You saved my life, do you remember that time when the red-robed mage attacked the Thousand Needles Forest? I was about to be killed by the Berserker at that time, but at that time it was you who appeared like a prince in a fairy tale and rescued me from the hands of the demon......"

"Remember when we went back to the Shadow Tribe together? It was you who dealt with our people, freed the misguided Ellivinder, and laid rest his twisted soul......"

"Phew! …“

The Ember Bringer rubbed Doris's earlobe and stabbed into the wall next to the little druid, the solid castle wall melted like cheese in the heat, but Doris, who was close at hand, was unscathed......

"Although I have been arguing with you and trying to get you in trouble, I have you in my heart since we first met you in the small town of Belgost......"

"I really miss that time, you were just a cute and childish but brave little warrior, and I was just a big grinning little druid, I can't believe we actually beat 5 burrowers at that time!"

"Phew!" The Ember Bringer turned into a rainbow stream of light and slashed towards Doris's little head, and the wall behind the little druid was torn open like tofu, but the sword stopped a centimeter away from Doris's head.

"After that. I couldn't believe you would come back to look for me, and then I made up my mind to pay attention. This time I will definitely travel with you to the outside world! “

"Of course, don't be complacent, it's not all because of you that I'm doing this. The Lord I had wanted to go beyond the Forest of a Thousand Needles, and I had heard the caravans talk about the heat of Karinshan, the splendor of Ascatla, the beauty of Silvermoon City, the grandeur of Waterdeep, the tenacity of the Ten Towns, the beauty of the Dragon's Coast, and the vastness of the Supreme Wilderness. I seem to be going to those places for the rest of my life! “

Acoste raised the Ashbringer with both hands again......

"I've thought about it a long time ago, why don't you go out and take risks...... There will always be sacrifices and deaths. But if God gives me another chance to choose in the first place, I still have to stick to you and go out on a trip! “

"Because this is the happiest time I have ever had since I was a child! ……“

The little druid stepped forward, stretched out his hands and hugged the half-elf in front of him.

"Ah!!h A hysterical roar like a beast sounded from the corner of Acoste's mouth, and I don't know what it was, but two lines of tears had already surged out of the half-elf's godless eyes like bursting the embankment!

"Phew!!" The Half-Elf Sword Master threw his hands back with force, and the Ash Messenger flew out like lightning, breaking through the boundaries of time and space, and stabbing straight in a certain direction on the third floor of the castle......

"Click...", there was a crisp sound. In the path of the Ember Emissary, there was a figure in a robe between two large black shadows, and the Ember Emissary really roared past the robe......

The sword didn't hurt the figure by a hair, but an orange-yellow orb he was holding was struck by the Ember Briele. A shallow crack appeared.

"Ahh!!h Give me a !!!!! “

The half-elf roared fiercely into the sky, and the muscles of his whole body swelled. A single horn and a pair of miniature versions of bat-like wings burst through his clothes and gladiator leather armor growing, while a small tail with inverted triangular spikes appeared and swung around his ass...

"Bang dang!"

The orange-yellow orb followed with an indiscernible sound. In an instant, it turned into powder and disappeared into thin air......

Marte's face changed dramatically, but he didn't feel sorry for the destroyed orb of control in his hand. Instead, he was surprised by the raging half-elves not far from him.

Oh my God, his pointed ears and handsome face have confirmed his half-elf identity, and now he seems to have grown devil's horns, devil's wings, and devil's tail, what the hell is this!

He never believed that there could be such a complex bloodline in a person, this was simply unrealistic, as a spellcaster who often engaged in scientific research, they had not done similar experiments (the Arcane Empire was especially serious during the Arcane Empire, due to the strength of the Arcanist at that time, many Great Arcanists would capture powerful individuals such as angels, demons, devils, and dinosaurs for hybrid experiments!). )

He clearly knew that a person's body could hold at most two different bloodlines at the same time, such as half-elf, half-demon, half-devil, half-dragon, half-vampire, etc., if he forcibly added the third bloodline, then he would be rejected by the chaotic genes and his body would collapse!

Even if one of the parents is allowed to cross with three bloodlines, the children born to these parents either show no signs of a third bloodline or die, with almost no third result.

But now, he seems to have discovered something terrible......

Suddenly there was a palpitation in Marte's heart, and when he came back to his senses, he found that Acoste, who was standing on the second floor, was looking at him from afar, and the whites of his eyes were full of red, and he lacked a little dreamy blue gaze.

The merchant archmage's heart was cold for no reason, but Mart didn't have much to worry about, now that the two transcendent weapons in Acoste's hands have been lost, could it be that he can't beat a sword master who has lost his sword?

He immediately pulled out the staff at his waist and pointed in the direction of the half-elf.

Three whistling fireballs emerge from the top of the staff. (The Feron Staff is divided into functional and storage-release, and this distinction will not be repeated here.) )

Acoste stood still, he just raised his hands slightly, and then swung down in the direction of the fireball.

With his gestures, a surprising scene occurred......

The three fireballs seemed to have been sliced in half out of thin air as if they had been slashed by some invisible divine blade, and then exploded in mid-flight......

"Holy!!" Marte's eyes widened, what kind of paranormal phenomenon is this? Could it be that the Juggernaut class still has psychic abilities like a psychic warlock, and can attack enemies just by looking at them?

A chill appeared in the heart of the merchant mage, he sensed his danger, and immediately decided to let the two steel golems be cut off for himself, and he himself resolutely ran backwards, rushing to his room without stopping.

There's a secret teleportation circle over there, and as long as you run there, Mart can instantly teleport to a safe base a few kilometers away.

It was just at the moment when he turned around that two daggers appeared on the tip of his nose...... (To be continued.) )