Fergus made a mistake, perhaps because Ferrick Hill's weakness and sluggishness had made him lose his vigilance. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info This mistake made him lose his original advantage, a huge explosion made him lose the trace of Ferek Hill, he was not seriously injured, not even his robes were charred or torn, but as a noble Batzu bastard, his pride was still severely damaged, he closed his lips tightly, and kept silent, but his skin that had turned from blue-gray to gray-black revealed his anger and remorse. He floated himself, on the one hand, to better search for the traces of Ferrek Hill (this plane already belonged to them, and it was impossible for Ferrek Hill to use any means to escape), and on the other hand, to guard against the eloquent Duke Bunie, his old rival, if nothing else, if Bunie played tricks and released Ferrek Hill, he would definitely laugh at Fergus's defeat, and on the other hand, Vinne, demons are untrustworthy, chaotic and despicable, and Fergus was so convinced that he could not guarantee that when he showed his weakness, Vine would not turn to Buigne again and see him as a victim of this riot。

A powerful and delicate spell was unleashed by Fergus, and it emitted a low, penetrating hum that swept through every inch of the plane, from sky to ground and from ground to sky, Ferrick Hill was indeed forced to appear under Fergus's expectations, but she had already gotten rid of Fergus's previous binding spell, and the spell returned to her mind, and she stretched out her palm- She knew that she was very weak, so she must not lose even a spell, Fergus waved her arm, and when she stabbed her with a sharp blade, she still insisted on singing the last syllable, a colorful spherical force field enveloped Duke Qiaoyan, this spherical force field was once cast on himself by Ferrick Hill, but it had the same excellent effect on the enemy's body, Fergus looked at her in surprise, not sure why she chose this spell, but he knew immediately, because Ferrick Hill's other spell made the spherical position shrink dangerously, and the force field collapsed inward in the sizzling sound, while Fergus was busy cracking itAnother of Ferrek Hill's spells followed, and it shrouded the orb like an ordinary, drifting white mist, and Fergus could hear a scream as sharp as a blade, Woking's wail. He knew that there was a spell that could collect the pain and resentment that the recipient had when they were tortured and use it as an important spell casting material for curses. Everyone knows that Wojin, the god of wealth, was imprisoned by the dark lord Grazt for a long time more than a thousand years ago, during this time, Grazt, who wanted to create a god, summoned an abyss monster to absorb Wojin's divine power, and injected the divine power into the body of his daughter Ferek Hill, but unfortunately this plan ultimately failed because Wojin deposited the godhead in the hands of another god, but for more than a hundred years, the pain and resentment accumulated by Wojin can never be ignored, some people say that it has been integrated into Wojin's divine power, so Grazt will choose his daughter instead of himself as the recipient of divine power, and Fergus has prepared the relevant spells and utensils to extract these dangerous growths.

In other words, even he is not willing to be easily entangled by Woking's resentment. But if his spell doesn't break the orb, then the continuous compression of the orb will pinch him to the minimum, maybe so small that it will not be as small as a speck of dust, Fergus can't deduce the follow-up of this situation for the time being, but if he shatters the orb, then he will immediately be occupied by the resentment and pain of a god, which is just as dangerous as it is.

"Looks like you need another master. Seeing this, the Duke of Eloquence could not help but speak triumphantly, his voice was loud and beautiful, and even a short sentence of one or two words carried an extremely distinct inflammatory character, but Viin only shook his head: "No one is my master. ”

At this time, Ferek Hill had turned to them, the succubus was bleeding constantly, just like the weapons of the Baba, and the blade of Fergus also had the negative effect of making the wound difficult to heal, her face that was not the most beautiful became more ugly, but out of the nature of the succubus, her charm was now enhanced to the maximum, even the Duke of Eloquence was silent for a moment, and at this moment, Ferek Hill drew his wand and broke it.

Vain roared, but the lightning in the wand had taken over every part of the plain, the huge electricity caused the land to burn, the rocks to melt, and Vain and Bunie released the strongest protective spells at the same time, the blue-white sharp light flickered in front of their eyes, there was not a trace of gap, they smelled the foul smell in the air, but not from demons and demons, generally speaking, in the main material plane, the powerful lightning that can tear through the mountain peaks will also leave such a smell, but it is much shorter and lighter. They heard Fergus shouting, and then Bunne turned to Vain and made a gesture that belonged to the devil, but as the most trusted demon under Grazt, Vain could certainly read the simple gesture.

Ferrek Hill wasn't trying to defeat them, she was just trying to escape.

After the wand broke, the Daughter of Grazt created a black dimensional rift under the protection of lightning, and she used it as a weapon to cut and slash at the nets set by the demons and the devils, it is hard to say what it feels like, because every manipulation of her is nothing, and her attack, and the location of the attack, is also nothing, but before the lightning is gone, she finally catches a void, a gap that is so small that even the little devil may not be able to pass through it, but Ferek Hill casts one of the most powerful spells she has, and the spell opens a passage, and she eagerly raises her hoovesShe didn't know where this passage would teleport her, but there might not be a demon general and two devil dukes in that place.

By this time, Fergus had broken free from the shackles of the orb, and turned himself into a mist, the resentment of the gods fluttered blankly, and he could not find a prey that could be entangled by it, the duke fluttered cautiously, and only after pulling away the distance did he open a bottle, and sucked this fog into the bottle without any left. He was also sighing as he knew he might not be able to get more rewards, and Bune shouted loudly, his spell hitting the passage, but the passage was still there, and Ferek Hill had stepped into it, leaving only a small back.

Perhaps only Vinn remained apathetic.

Ferrek Hill took a deep breath as she stepped forward, knowing that she had once again escaped from a deadly crisis.

Almost.

A dagger stabbed into her back, deep between her ribs, and Ferek Hill felt it writhing hard, shredding her heart and sucking the blood from it, she convulsed and fell, like all dying succubi, Ferek Hill was now more lethal than ever before, she fell to the ground, turned to her side, not letting the dagger go any further, she looked so weak, non-threatening, unfocused eyes looking around, as if looking for the man who had killed her。

Crane ...... ......"She whispered, she knew it was him, he betrayed her twice, and he succeeded.

The Daughter of Grazt gasped in pain, her eyes kept open, her fingers gripping the ground, "Let me ...... Look at you, Cremar...... My love," she pleaded humbly and softly, "at last, let me see you......"

But the man who had once held the sword to pierce her back never appeared, even when Ferek Hill literally stopped breathing, her heart stopped beating, and her body became cold.

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Fergus, Buenne, and Viin all heard the temptations, the cries, the cries, and the sharp curses coming from the dark passages. Ferrek Hill probably didn't expect that the dagger that had been fused with her flesh and blood ended up sucking (literally) all of her flesh, bones, and soul, and to be precise, she was still alive somehow, just not in the form of a succubus, but in the form of a dagger, and the divine power in her body was not lost in the slightest (except for those lost in the confrontation with Fergus), and was preserved intact, like a potion in a different bottle.

When the former immortal walked out of the passage, what he saw was a demon standing in a triangle, two devils, their eyes were focused on the short sword in his hand, although this spell was rare, but it was not necessarily for Duke Fergus, who owned the entire octagonal library, since Vinn was able to teach this spell to Cremar, he would not be ignorant of it, as for Duke Bunie, his knowledge was certainly not as profound as Fergus, but he only needed to look at Fergus, not to mention that the final curse of Ferrekhill was so loud- She must have known that they were listening.

She certainly wouldn't allow someone who betrayed her twice, and did succeed, to take the biggest share of the reward.

"Keep your promise. Duke Fergus said gloomily: "You have promised that she belongs to me." ”

The Duke of Eloquence laughed loudly, as he had said, the lowly tower mongrel had sold a shipment to two men, but he only glanced at Fergus, and knew clearly that they needed a temporary truce, and if the demon changed his mind again, then they would kill him and the hillbilly of the main material plane together, and seize the power of Ferek Hill, as for what to do with it after that, it was the devil's business.

"Contract," Wynn reminded, "contract." ”

"We don't have a written contract. Duke Fergus reminded him: "There is no verbal agreement either. "Of course, he sacrificed some, and Bunie had a loss, but from the beginning to the end, they really didn't make any deal with this demon.

"Ah, we do not have a contract," said Vinne, "but I have it with your master, the venerable Grand Duke of the Iron Fortress, Dispart. ”

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Grazt sat on his throne, the Tower of the Swan, the most feared of his thirty-three ivory towers, where the souls of every lover he slain were said to linger, longing to be favored by him again.

It's a fact, it's a fake, when Grazt appeared here, none of the ghosts dared to approach him, he was still a presence they feared and afraid to approach. He would come here when Grazt wanted to be alone for a while, and the room was always quiet and comfortable, and only on rare occasions would he summon a lover and make her cry bitterly, plead, or sing for his pleasure.

But today he had his own thing to do, and he was the only one in the whole ivory tower, no other demons, no ghosts, or anything with thoughts. Grazter stretched out his right hand, and his swarthy six fingers opened a flat cabinet in which a mirror was hidden, and the mirror could not reflect the image because it connected to another mirror.

After Grazt made a gesture, the other side of the mirror gradually revealed the image.

"Good morning, good noon, good evening," said Edherna, on the other side of the mirror, "Honorable and dangerous, Lord of Zerata, Lord of the Three Planes, Lord Grazt. ”

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