The Daughter of Love thinks she is the first, but no, the "messenger" of Kawuhae is the first, and when the head full of tentacles appears in the field of vision of the goddess incarnation, she is simply furious. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The "messenger" of Kawuhao appeared in this space about the same time as the daughter of love, but only one step earlier, so he did not set a trap or hide himself as he expected, just waiting for the fatal blow, the daughter of love was angry, and the "messenger" of Kawuha, who had lost the opportunity It was only too much, he didn't think too much, but shook his crutches violently, the crutches that belonged to the original priest had been discarded by him in the ice cave before because they were too ordinary, this was the femur he had drawn from this body, the femur of the Frost Giant Priest was six feet long, it was held in a particularly long tentacle, it was colored with blood, and some of the priest's internal organs were tied to it, the internal organs were very fresh, and as they were waved, they were constantly splashed with a fishy liquid that you don't want to understand.

Disgusted and annoyed by this act, the Daughter of Love flew up to keep herself farther away from the monster, flicking her fingers, and silver-blue flames erupted from the tips of her fingers, but the "messenger" of Kavu raised a shield of pure gold, a true vault, and perhaps even more than a silver dragon, not only because they were so complex and abundant- If the Vault they had seen before looked like a lake, they now saw it like a mountain overlooking the lake, and the top of it was almost touching a dome with shimmering light, and the glimmer of the dome might have come from magic or sunlight that had penetrated ice and sea, but the mountains (literally) of the Vault glowed because of the untold amount of Mithril Essence inside, and the light they emitted made the space look like an ice field in the bright sun, shimmering everywhere.

The divine fire that can incinerate everything melts the shield of pure gold, but the "messenger" of Kawuluxe He didn't have much hope for it, all he wanted was a little time, and something more disgusting happened, and his head, if I had to say so, flew up from his neck, and the tentacles of its entangled wings made it soar high at once, and it bit the ankle of the Daughter of Love, and she screamed loudly, and flames erupted from her body, and the head was burned at once, leaving no trace, but the venom from the teeth had entered the body, and an ugly blue-black spot appeared on the pearl-like skin, and it was still spreading and festering。

The power of the gods immediately drove them out, but the Daughter of Love soon realized that the "messenger" of Kawuhao had disappeared without a trace, and she was not good at fighting, but she could also feel that he was not dead.

When the third person appeared, the Daughter of Love was so happy, she was not interested in the gold and gems here, although she was about to take the most precious of them all, but she was afraid of the eyes and ears of the orc god Kawuha, who could hurt him, and she cried out to her master for more power—before that, she needed help, but the dark-haired spellcaster didn't seem to notice her.

The soul of the other world could feel a trace of chilled malice on his back, he had not yet fully grasped it when he was in Jaw Harbor, but now he knew that it was a wave caused by a detection spell sweeping through him, and he wanted to follow the lich's instructions to cast a spell to cut it off, but faster than that, he casually copied it, pulled out a wand and immediately broke it, the power in the wand burst out, forming a powerful barrier, blocking a spell like a black orb in time, this spell is similar to the dark spell, but the creature wrapped in it will take evil damage。

Then he heard a crisp click, at first the soul of the other world thought that it was from the lich in his body, he was very familiar, because the lich was just a bone frame in the sea of knowledge, of course he couldn't make a slurping sound with his tongue, but the upper and lower jaws tapped even if it was a "tsk" of the lich, but he also heard the lich cursing loudly.

He said a name, but the otherworldly soul couldn't hear it because it was too loud, but the situation seemed to be very bad, because this guy seemed to be classmates and associates with his cohabitants, what could a lich's classmate and associates be? of course a lich, and a powerful lich. He had become a disciple of Ederna much earlier, probably a hundred or two years before Kremar - Cremar's last memory was that he had left Ederna's Tower, both to travel and to find the magical gems necessary to become a half-lich.

- Now we can only pin our hopes on the red-robed purse, said the lich.

――What?

- There is no one like this ...... It's even more calculating. The lich explained that if the Red Robe had only gotten the contract he had signed with his mentor and not paid more...... He might be able to fish.

- You think he's fishing!?, the otherworldly soul shouted. A gray-white skull flew towards him, the soul of the other world teleported to another place, the skull hit the tail end of the new life of the "messenger" of Kawu, he was startled, waved his cane, the blunt and round end was like the sharpest scythe, and cut off the tail in one fell swoop, he was not only forced to show his body, but also lost part of his life, if it wasn't for the fact that he was originally composed of several creatures, maybe he would have died immediately, but the "messenger" He didn't dare to say anything, his main thing now was to deal with the incarnation of Flo, he was part of Kawu, of course remembered the delicacy of this goddess, although he might not be lucky enough to eat more in the end, but at least he could drink a mouthful of blood first.

The Daughter of Love stretched out her arms, her eyes shining brightly, and everyone who saw this face, or non-human, hesitated and hesitated, and the "messenger" of Kawu did not hesitate to tear apart the priest's body, and every part of the body became a small monster, only one of which had eyes, but these were only a small part of the power unleashed by the Daughter of Love. She sang loudly, her voice sweeter than cellar honey, her tone softer than the spring breeze, a scent so rich that it made the bones hidden under the hood grimace (don't ask me how he did it), Arthur had been noseless for hundreds of years, but he suddenly realized that he still missed it a little, especially when he couldn't escape the effects without a nose.

But for a lich, that could only end there, he hesitated whether to try to get a part of Kawu's "messenger" first, or to see if he could get something good from Flo's avatar, of course, if he was left alone with one of them, he would prefer to shift strategically, but the brilliant thing is that they are clearly in a state of confrontation now, and probably won't care about the peep of a little lich, probably.

Arthur denied this assumption when he rolled away from the projection of the Daughter of Love.

The "messengers" of Kawuha seized the opportunity, and although some of his bodies were already eager to entangle and roll with each other, the other part was not needed, they spread out like bouncy worms, jumping, climbing, flying, and they were burned before they could fall on the Daughter of Love, but the "messenger" of Kawuha As if he didn't care, he raised his cane with his few remaining tentacles and muttered to himself, even if he was once again scorched by the flames of the Daughter of Love, he would simply flee in disarray.

It seemed that the Daughter of Love had gained the upper hand, but she still felt the human heart tremble, she didn't feel that she was defeating the monster, she looked around, hoping to find the trap, but found nothing, except for the three spellcasters who were fighting.

Ostal cast three spells in a row, one spell attracted lightning, while the second spell produced a dark green gas with a strong corrosive effect, the third spell summoned a monster with a flaming body and strong four arms, the soul of the other world had to throw a gem, the gem produced a thick mist, the lightning was dispersed in the mist, the corrosive gas was captured by the small droplets in the mist, and fell to the ground before reaching the target, and the monster summoned by the third spell encountered the eight-legged spider- Cremar's fire elemental attendant, as the purest fire elemental creature, the flames on its body have become almost colorless, and the two hot creatures scuffle together, and everywhere they go, water vapor rises, and the unexpected fog obscures Ostal's vision: "We want to find him!" he said.

"It's been found. Arthur said.

When he was teleported to this place, the bone cuties he summoned didn't come in with him, but not all, he also hid a shrunken giant snake bone, and as soon as the mist rose, it was released to the ground, and the white bones that snaked and swam stretched into the air, and the invisible forked tongue tasted the taste of the air, and its response to its owner was that it had found and captured the target.

“...... It's a creature indeed. Ostarr said that he didn't know if a skeleton would be embarrassing, but the long-dead serpent had found two ferocious rats that were busy reproducing, and they didn't resemble the mage who liked to wear white robes from any way.

Arthur might have wanted to say something, but before that, he suddenly looked in one direction and gestured, a spell common among lichs that would make the recipient sleep, frightened, or sick, but now he just needed to drive the other little mouse out of the cave, but to the undead's surprise, a spell with a glowing emerald light completely canceled it out.

"He's here!" exclaimed Asmodeus, but it immediately regretted it and understood why Amoniz was strangely silent - the black-haired spellcaster had discovered it, and under the attack of Ostar and the Lich Arthur, he still had the strength to raise a finger, and a ray of light pierced the little devil's chest, and the muscles and bones were gone, and the little devil could certainly continue to live, but the pain and humiliation could not be erased.

The soul of the other world glanced at the location of the little spider, where a smooth ground appeared, it was gold that had been melted and melted together, like chocolate mixed with nuts and inlaid with various colored gems, but the flame had been extinguished, although the monster had been killed, but the fire elemental attendant also needed to return to the fire element plane to rest and heal, although the little spider wanted to continue to stay with its master, its physical condition really did not allow it, and before leaving, it looked like a piece of charcoal that was about to burn out- Suddenly, the black tentacles of the probe swayed from the ground grabbed his feet, and the negative energy contained in them pierced his body like a cold tongue, greedily plundering the vitality of this body.

Before the otherworldly soul cast the dissolved spell, one of Ostar's spells was thrown at him, and after a bang, only a puppy with trembling ears remained in the black tentacles.

"What did you turn him into?" Arthur asked.

"A dog. ”

"I know it's a dog," said Arthur, "but it's the first time I've seen such a stupid dog, and he looks like he's smiling, isn't it?"

"Whatever," Ostal said in annoyance, raising his hands as a spell took shape: "A dead man is not worth much inquiry. ”

A blazing fireball quickly grew larger in the Samoyed pup's eyes, but before it could scream, a rope grabbed it, lifting it out of the reach of the tentacles and the flames.

"Wang!" it said, and then the elf immediately shattered a rune seal, and the power of the spell covered the puppy, and the otherworldly soul gasped and got up, and with a lift of his hand, he pulled out his Mithril staff.

"This is too undignified for the caster!"

Austal shouted as he fled, but he immediately drew a staff as tall as himself to fight it, and then the red-robed warlock was not so pleased to find that the other party's strength was on par with his own, "Is it magic," he asked suspiciously, "Or blood?"

He didn't wait for an answer, the spirit of the other world was inherited from the elves, and the Mithril staff was lighter than other metals, but the power wrapped around it was as heavy as a dragon.

As Arthur tried to get involved again, a sharp arrow with a glowing pink magical light pierced his hood, pinning it to the ice wall.

"Let them be alone," said the Elven Ranger, "what do you think?" (To be continued.) )