Seber could never have imagined that he would die at the hands of a young human, the cold blade of the sword plunging into his body and carrying his soul away. The vision in front of him gradually blurred and grayed, and only the red runic mark next to the heart wandered along the fingertips of the elven sword.

"It looks like he's been dealt with, and the life breath of this guy in front of him is very weak." A look of surprise appeared on Grant's miserable white face, he gasped heavily, felt the fine beads of sweat oozing from his forehead gradually sliding down his skin, he released the hilt of the elven sword he was gripping tightly, felt the great wear and tear of his physical strength, and sat down on the ground.

"Bubbling ~~"

Emerald green blood flowed from Seber's wound, and the silver thin sword that he had been holding was wet with emerald blood, and it actually began to absorb some green blood, causing subtle changes in appearance.

Grant understood that Seber was dead, but he turned his head sideways to the silver liquid puppet, and couldn't help frowning slightly, revealing a difficult look: "Why hasn't that liquid puppet fallen down yet, isn't it using the spiritual power of the elf in front of him, is it the thing that activates the spiritual power of the mirror itself?" ”

Thinking of this, Grant put the cross sword on his waist, cautiously approached the corpse, he stretched out his hand and groped in Seber's waist bag, when he felt that there were a lot of things inside, Grant's face softened slightly, and when he touched other items, he finally found the pitch-black round mirror, but the surface was extremely hollow, and there was a piercing coolness.

"Analysis." Grant's inky black pupils swept across a list of azure data.

"Silver Magic Mirror (Rare) Talent Status: Using the core control of the Demon Stone Fragment and 70% of the strength of the deity, the damage of the Magic Mirror Golem is synchronized with the energy of the Demon Stone. Only: For use under official knights and official mages. ”

"Good thing, this thing is just right for my current level. After all, it's nice to have an extra clone. And I still have a few magic stones in my hand that I can use, so I can simply send me a treasure by my side. Grant's eyes lit up, a look of joy appeared on his face, and he hurriedly began to control the magic mirror according to the method of using the transmission of analytical skills.

The handle of the round magic mirror is as thick as a thumb, and at the end of the tip there is a bright red gem, which is exuding a bewitching luster, and behind the handle is a row of black pieces, Grant knows very well that it is a broken piece of magic stone, and some black stones are gradually losing their magic power.

"It's over!" Grant chanted strange syllables, the magic mirror gradually lost its original mana fluctuations, and the silver liquid in the distance shrank from mid-air, all adsorbed on the hollow inlaid mirror, and returned to its original appearance as the essence light flashed.

Sensing that there was nothing wrong with the mirror, Grant finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He took off the other party's waist pouch, and reached out to prepare what about the quality of this thin sword, it stands to reason that like this rich war elf, this thin sword is definitely a rare weapon.

"Analysis." Grant's eyes narrowed slightly, and he immediately held the silver thin sword, but when he first touched his hand, a subtle paralyzing electric sensation poured into his body from the end of the sword, Grant's left hand shook, and suddenly a green mark appeared on his fingertips, and a stream of green liquid climbed to the back of his fingertips, gradually transforming into the appearance of Seber, he was smiling kindly, but in Grant's eyes, it was so gloomy and evil, and the emerald green pupils were like living creatures, staring at Grant directly.

At this moment, the results of the analysis also appeared on the left side of the pupil.

"Full Moon Elf Sword Talent Status: Tempered by the Elven Sword by the hand of the Full Moon Sacrifice, its specific attributes have increased significantly, and the ability to obtain: Sharp +2 (with bloodthirsty talent, 0% chance of triggering) Light +05 (makes the weight of the sword automatically reduced)."

Seeing the two innate abilities, especially the very good ability of lightweight +05 to automatically lose 5 pounds, did not make Grant happy, at this moment he seemed to be blown by a cold wind behind his back, and he knew very well the smile on the face of the war elves on the back of his hand, this is a mark of curse, representing his hatred of the war elves. At the same time, the spiritual energy of the war elf itself turned into milky white stars and fell on him, and the liquid energy pool in his body rose up.

"This energy is rising very quickly, but now it's better to pack up and leave here quickly, and go to the Mage Tower to recover your spiritual power first, and by the way, is there a way for the scavenger mage to expel it." Grant took a deep breath and said with a determined look in his eyes. His physical and mental strength are now greatly consumed, and his whole body has not much ability at all.

"My lord, it's okay. There was something wrong with the expression on your face when you touched the sword just now. Cardas wiped the blood on both sides, and when he noticed that Grant's steps were vain, he immediately stepped forward to support Grant.

Grant shook his head and said with a calm face: "It's nothing, just what about Leg?" I had been fighting with that war elf just now, and I haven't seen him until now. ”

"He fought and fought with the war elf, and I don't know which street corner he hit."

"Well, there's nothing going on for now. Anyway, this war elf has been solved, let's go back to the Mage Tower together. Grant took a deep breath, he waited until the Mage Tower used the meditation method to speed up the recovery of his own strength, and then began to leave here quickly, otherwise he would not be able to get in trouble.

"Yes." Cardas helped Grant behind the plesiowolf and prepared to leave.

But at this moment, a streamer of light crossed the dark sky, like a bright star.

In the chaotic Wanghuo City, many people looked up at the streamer, their eyes full of fear and worry. In the glorious world, the streamer in the sky always represents the fall of a great being.

In the corner, when Grant was just about to ride, he always had a bad premonition in his heart, which made his chest seem to be pressed by a big rock, and it was difficult to exhale, and he wanted to go crazy in a sullen state.

"Warn that a powerful unknown energy body is rapidly approaching! Approaching!! ”

The passive detection skill was suddenly activated, as if when he first met the emir, this perception ability made Grant hurriedly raise his head, and the silver streamer was reflected in the inky black pupils, which gradually illuminated the entire eye, and then suddenly passed through the center of Grant's eyebrows at a photochemical speed.

"Snort~~"

A puff of green smoke curled from Grant's brow, and the skin on Grant's eyebrows was very charred, with a faint smell of burning.

Before Kadas could react, the streamer burrowed into Grant's eyebrows.

"Your Excellency, you're fine." Cardas asked worriedly, One-Eye eagerly turned to Grant who had fallen to the ground, and quickly stretched out his hands to touch Grant's heart to see if it stopped. Since he swore that he had such an obligation to remain an attendant when he left with Grant, he was also worried.

Feeling the hot current spread down his body, especially the feeling of penetrating deep into his soul, made Grant struggle to open his eyes, and he felt that there were two eyes on him.

"Automatically analyze the body." Grant began to detect his own state.

"The parasitic subject is being tracked by some unknown imprint! Unknown ......"

After feeling this information, Grant's face turned bitter, although the skill did not reach a conclusion, but he understood who the identity of the mark was, it must be a certain priest among the war elves, using the ancient secret art soul seed to curse and mark himself. Thinking about why this war elf in front of him has so many good treasures, even that curse mark will have it.

Grant finally understood, he smiled bitterly, troubled the situation in front of him, the soul seed itself is a kind of thing that pollutes the soul, as long as it gradually takes root in the soul, it will completely destroy the entire soul, to get rid of this soul seed lock, you can only rely on those curse-breaking potions, and these can only wait for the mage assembly place.

"We'd better get out of here quickly, and go to the Mage Tower to replenish some spiritual abilities first." Grant shook his head, and after saying that there was no problem, he grabbed the hair of the plesiowolf with both hands and climbed up with his strength, feeling the pain of the hair, the plesiotail showed some displeasure, but it did not dare to disobey the orders of its master.

With a low roar, he prepared to completely move away from the place in front of him.

Kardas picked up the elven swords that had fallen from the ground and put them all in his waist, having been a weapon merchant for a while, he was quite fond of these inferior enchanted weapons, after all, they were much better than ordinary swords.

Grant's whole body was weak and weak, so he could only ask Cardas to gouge out Seber's eyes to him, and when he was done, Cardas rode Heru to follow.

For the time being, the two of them planned to go to the Mage Tower first to recover a certain amount of spiritual power, otherwise they would not be able to travel long distances at all.

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In the military camp in the distance, the full moon priest stood outside the infinite starry sky, feeling his soul seed falling into the other party's body, a touch of hatred appeared on his old face, and he gritted his teeth and said: "When I enter the city, I will definitely kill you first, chop your meat into meat sauce, and then throw it to the dogs to eat." ”

"Now it's time for a final general offensive." Full Moon Priest, clad in dark green robes, walked outside the barracks to the black tent he knew was where the Sage of the Mists were.

"Hello to the full moon festival!"

"Hello to the full moon festival!"

The war elves and some orcs on both sides of the guard bent down to pay respect, these were elite-level masters, all of them were not weaker than ordinary knights, and were basically responsible for protecting the prophets and important sacrifices.

Cloth skins sewn from the skin of Jurassic beasts are hung on both sides, revealing the scenery inside.

"I'm here to say hello to the Sage of the Mist, it's time to start." The full moon priest said in a deep voice.

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