The elves looked disgusted.

Probably nothing could be more disgusting than an orc who had been subjected to the magic of a Kau valet attendant - the orc was like an upright beast, and a diseased beast, with layers of scars and pustules hidden under thick hairs, sarcomas on their faces and necks, their ears and noses covered with short, stiff hairs, and their eyes, though sharp, they looked chaotic, and the reproductive organs of both female and male orcs were unconcealed. It is even revealed that the foul smell of the folds and mucous membranes is one of the most ferocious and longest-lasting of any creature or corpse.

The outward form of the magic of the Kavu attendants in the warriors and chieftains is to make them more terrible than ugly, and this change will not restore these blind believers even after the magic is exhausted, of course, the orcs consider it a favor from the gods - just after Denver completed his call, Gersh's nephew began his transformation, but because he received the most magic of all warriors, his transformation ended in the end - The other orcs could be said to have done their part quickly, one orc's arms were extended, his claws were enlarged, his nails were dragging on the ground and making a sound like metal, and his back was full of bat-like wings, the other orc had a pair of strong hind legs, his forearms were shrunk, but two pairs of arms protruded from his shoulders and ribs, and his head was stretched forward, and the third orc was prostrate, his head became larger, his eyes smaller, and his hair became fluffy and hard, like sharp arrows when erected-- Their upper and lower jaws were greatly enlarged, and their teeth increased in size and sharpened.

The winged orc shouted excitedly, and flew into the dark sky with a snort, the wings were new, but he used them as familiar and easy as its original owner-he laughed wildly and pounced on an elven mage who was casting a serial lightning spell, Kerryben rolled, pulled an arrow from the corpse of an orc, took the bow and shot it, the Mithril arrow flashed like a meteor- The orc who attacked the mage quickly raised its gray-black wings covered with veins and slime, and he was shot, but only shot, and the seemingly thin but actually tough flesh wings like dragon skin clamped the arrow tightly, and did not let it penetrate or penetrate again, and the elven mage was slammed from the air by the curled orc, he fell to the ground, the spell was interrupted, and when he was about to get up and continue, something pushed his back hard, and the mage was forced to pounce back on the ground, and then he saw Kerryben's"Silver Crown" and "Starlight", and in front of Kerry himself are orcs wielding three pairs of arms.

The orc could cross a distance of nearly ten feet with a slight jump, and landed silently, he opened his mouth to Kerryben, his peach-colored tongue almost a third the length of his body, it was supposed to belong to a large dragon lizard (that is, those lizards that habitually live around dragons, both food and its caretakers, and merchants often use its skin to pass off as dragon skin), the tip was like a hollow needle, and the poison sac attached to it was hidden under its tongue, and the tongue stabbed at Kerryben so fast that even the elves could only find its afterimage。

Kerry had moved the Silver Crown to his nose, and then he heard a "ding", thanks to his experience and instinct for his intuition, the venom sprayed on the blade of the Silver Crown, only a point the size of a needle pointed through the defense of the ranger's beloved weapon, splashing his cheeks with a pain like a flame burning, but for the elves, most of the toxins in the material world were ineffective, it only brought a brief vertigo, and the mage behind Kerry himself finally completed his spell.

Lightning illuminated the lizard-orc's face, his face crawling with dark red scales, and the lightning blackened them.

Then Kerryben heard the elves' screams, and the orc, who looked like it was only a little more furry than its companions, contracted its muscles with great force, projecting the mutated hairs, which were like a sewing needle that had been enlarged a hundredfold, piercing the elves' faces, arms, and legs, and the most serious one was pierced through the eyeballs, and the tips of the gray hairs were rapidly bent after being soaked in blood, forming a barb, and some orcs were surrounding them, trying to take advantage of the elves' injuries and weakening them with hammers to break their heads.

Cremar, who was still floating in the air, saw it, and he threw a flame that passed between the orcs and elves, and several reckless orcs thought they could penetrate the flame with their snow-soaked fur, only to be wound and bound by the hot silk threads spit out by the mage's elemental servants, and they immediately burned, as if they were cemented by solidified grease.

The fire elemental spider tapped its chelicera in satisfaction.

The winged orc found Cremar, flapping his wings and tucking his claws into his chest, rubbing his teeth feverishly, swearing to Kawu that he would never miss his prey again this time, he folded his wings and sneakily walked around a jutting rock, staring at the caster's back, longing and imagining how he held on to his thin, brittle shoulders, lowered his head and slowly bitten off the neck of his panicked prey, drinking the hot blood and the pain and despair that flowed with it.

He didn't get what he wanted, and the moment he flew again, a claw grabbed him, his flesh wings were torn off, and his body was rudely crushed into pieces and swallowed.

Catching and devouring the same kind is a monster, a deformed Chimera, a combination of argali, The lion and the viper are the characteristics of three fierce creatures, the head of an argali, with eyes shining like red charcoals, and the size of horns coiled up on both sides that allow an adult male orc to stretch his hands and feet to sleep on it, with acidic saliva dripping from between the jagged sharp teeth and flowing to its chest, the surface of which is covered with steel-like scales, into which saliva seeps into it, not only does not hurt but also makes them shiny, and the scales extend backwards, one on top of the other, until the tips of the toes like daggers or scimitars, or the thick and flexible tail, the scales gradually become smaller and more inverted where the body joins the tail, and the scales gradually become smaller and more reverseAt the end of its tail is a venomous snake that stretches its tongue in the air, intoxicating to sniff the luscious scent of life and blood.

All that remained of the body's original owner was a pair of orc arms, which were thick, covered in scales, and still clutching an axe and a hammer, though both weapons were a bit small for him now.

It didn't seem so happy with this, and the Chimera waved her arms and threw an axe into the air, and an elven mage was almost hit, the axe grazed his forehead, leaving a hideous wound on it, and he sank in terror, and the Chimera roared and rushed towards him, its cry was so loud that it could even be used as a weapon, but it was like a donkey- The elven warriors jumped on its back, or ran after it, stabbing its neck and side with their swords made of mythril and pure gold, and when they found that they could not pierce the steel-like scales, they tried to pierce the cracks of the scales with the tip of their blades, and lift the scales - just like they would fight a dragon, but the Chimera's scales were smaller than the dragons, and their swords slashed through the scales again and again, leaving deep scratches and tiny bloody wounds that could not even hinder the Chimera's movement.

Cremar flew over and grabbed the mage and threw a ball of slime right in the face of the Chimera, its roar immediately blurred, but then the monster spat out a cold stream of air that froze the slime and pulled them off with its claws, and of course it grew angrier.

The spell only delayed it for a short time, but it was enough for the mage to get out of danger, and he even refocused when he was carried by Cremar, and threw a thunderous spear that hit the Chimera in the chest, and it hissed and waved its tail, and the viper on the tail bit an elven warrior, and the hammer in his hand flew out and hit an elven mage in the abdomen, Mithril mixed with the silk thread of the white-bellied spider blocked part of the momentum for him, but the rest still made his eyes, Blood flowed from his ears and mouth.

Several warriors managed to retrieve their arrows from the dead orcs, the Chimera's red eyes were a visible target in the darkness, but it closed its eyes as the arrows whizzed, and like the dragon, it had a double face, the inner layer of the eye face was translucent and smooth and hard, and even Mithril could not penetrate it completely.

At that moment, two other monsters transformed from orc warriors pounced, and the orc with six arms knocked an elven warrior to the ground, the former's three pairs of arms tightly holding his foe, making him unable to move, and then sticking out his tongue, aiming the venom-laden spikes at the elvenous emerald eyes— But to his surprise, his back was pierced by numerous sharp needles that rolled in his muscles in an uncontrollable pain, and he roared loudly, throwing down the elf and turning to the fellow he thought was his companion.

The orc, reminiscent of a porcupine, glared at his people in bewilderment, and he didn't understand why he was doing it, but as the six-armed orc viciously bit off his nose, he threw away what little sanity he had and fought frantically with his new foe.

Priest Oches cried out angrily—it was his warrior, he whispered, leaping and trembling wildly, black dots appeared in his cloudy eyes, small, uncountable, and then a wet stinger fly crawled out of his eyes, and it flew into the air, drying its wings in the cold air, and its many people followed, and they were invisible in the night.

Cremar was the only one who could still overlook the whole situation, and when the elven warriors fell one after another, he threw a flame without thinking, and the small fireballs that were bursting suddenly aroused Kerryben's vigilance, and he shouted, and the elven warriors danced in response, and the short swords and scimitars spun up and down gracefully and precisely in the air, and the whirlwind set off to smash these vicious insects to pieces.

An elven warrior leapt at the Ox priest, his scimitar slashing through the neck of the Ox priest, cutting him in two, while the orc priest simply gave him an eerie grin and disappeared into thin air - only a few dozen paces away from the Ox priest, the head of an orc soldier suddenly fell.

The Chimera bent down and exhaled chill at the elves, freezing the warriors and mages who couldn't dodge, and it lowered its head and rushed towards them, its massive horns and hard head like a hill that moved on its own.

The black-haired caster's fire elemental servant tapped its eight legs, just in time to get between the Chimera and the elf, and it was smashed to pieces, its shattered body turning into tiny flames that stabbed into the Chimera's face, body, and ice like a sword, burning and melting them.

Kerry had cut down two orcs, Cremar's flying scroll had failed, and he landed on the right side of the Elven Ranger, his fingers pinching the spellcasting materials, Kerry had counted the spells he and the other mages had used, and he saw that his warriors were scarred and exhausted, and they had more enemies to face.

"Cremar," he asked, "can you hit it again, in the same place?"

Cremar nodded.

"Use your strongest spells. Carey Ben said.

Cremar nodded again, and quietly gestured to his gaze, and Kerry followed his line of sight—there were a number of small wooden boxes of considerable size next to the two giant trebuchets.

"We have to run fast. Cremar said softly.

Kerryben smiled slightly, and he called vaguely, and the elves began to move closer to each other, the wounded and dead elves carried on their shoulders.

"Elves are always so stupid. The Denver priest muttered that if they had abandoned their dead and wounded companions, they might have been able to escape a few, but now?

The only thing to worry about is that the elven mage will use teleportation or portals, but he also holds a scroll in his hand that can contain and destroy both spells, and humans are sometimes stupid, even though they think they are smart.

With the help of an elven mage, Cremar tore open a scroll of lightning that had been copied by the lich, and the lightning thundered in the Chimera's chest, tearing apart the monster's scaly armor to reveal bloody wounds.

Kerry put away the "Silver Crown" and "Starlight" , took out a pure gold spear from his dimensional pouch, this spear was specially made by the dwarves to kill an evil red dragon, in order to enchant it, they made a deal with the king of the silver-crowned forest, the king of the elves enchanted the short spear, so that it can resist the damage and damage caused by energy and acid, and it is unbeatably sharp, but after the dwarves killed the red dragon with this short spear (well, for the dwarves, it is a spear), the spear belongs to the king of the silver-crowned forest.

The elves of the Silvercrown Forest agreed that the price was reasonable.

Before leaving, the king of the jungle gave it to Kerryben, who thought it would be safe in his dimensional bag until he returned to the Silvercrown Forest.

Perhaps this is the intention of the King of the Jungle, who in the bard's psalms, possesses a powerful magic that gives him a glimpse into the past, present, and future. But Kerry soon put the thought behind him—the King of the Jungle had always dismissed such ridiculous perceptions, and as the king of the elves who had wandered through the river of time for thousands, tens of thousands, or possibly longer, he could occasionally see a thread or two falling from the spindle of fate as he gazed into the void, the water, and the flames, but not from magic, but from sincere emotion and deep thought.

The sound of Mithril's goblet falling from the stone table to the ground was crisp and loud, and it echoed through the empty temple, causing a slight ripple in the calm waters.

The squire of the King of the Jungle picked up the cup that had tumbled to his feet, "King?" he asked worriedly.

"Nothing," said the ruler of the Silver-crowned Forest, "I just saw ......" He paused abruptly: "I saw ......" He didn't say any more, but stood up, his squire had followed their king for more than a thousand years, but for the first time he saw the emerald eyes of the king of the jungle with confusion and anxiety.

The king of the elves closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, like the sea and the clear sky, the superfluous emotions that would disturb his people were deeply hidden.

"Berlin," he commanded calmly, "open Van Velien." ”

When the spear was handed over to the King of the Jungle, it was not cleaned, the blood of the dwarves and the dragon's blood remained in its carvings, and the elves washed it with the water of the Fountain of Life, and the dwarves' blood was washed clean and the dragon's blood turned black, and they seemed to have fused with the silver-blue adamantite spear, which could not be removed, and for this reason, the elves called it "dragon's blood".

Kerry held him tightly, the wicked dragon's blood burning the streaks and the spears trembling, as if they had a life of their own, ready to break free from the Elven Ranger's grasp—elven mages and warriors surround the Chimera, jostling for its attention—and he knew he had only one chance.

The Chimera's chest had lost the protection of the scales, but it was on the right side and not the left, and Kerry didn't know if its heart was still beating under the ribs on the left, but he had no choice, he ran quickly and silently, holding the spear in both hands, the spear was smooth and light when it pierced the monster's chest, the Chimera didn't even feel pain at first, until the tip of the spear shattered its alveoli, and it roared and lowered its head to spit out a cold breath at Kerryben, but the Ranger's hand was still on the spear, The cold snap that could freeze an orc into pieces in an instant didn't hurt the elves in the slightest, just like the blood in the Chimera's body, which could easily corrode steel and rock.

At the same time, Cremar tore open the third flying scroll, and he nimbly dodged a pikedar thrown by an orc, grabbed Kerryben's waist, and sent a gust of wind that threw the two of them into the air as fast as they could.

It was a reminder, a summon, and the elven mages pulled the scrolls from their dimensional pouches, and the elven warriors held them firmly.

"No, no, no!" The priest of Ox, the first to discover that their prey was about to flee, jumped wildly, took a puff of thorn seeds from his pocket, spat and blood on them, and then waved his arms and threw them at the nearest elf, an elven warrior with his dead friend on his back, and as soon as the seeds fell into the ground, they greedily sucked the blood and snow and grew, and in the blink of an eye, they were tightly wrapped around the two elves at the will of their master, and the thorns of the thorns pierced into their bodies, sucking fresh blood。

Priest Oakes laughed, shaking his cane with a string of elven phalanges bolted around it tighter, but not killing them, and an elven mage trying to get his friends out of trouble.

None of them noticed that a human, a lowly, fragile, stupid ordinary human was slowly rising from the mire, his fingers dripping black sewage holding a broken arrow, an elven arrow, inlaid with sharp Mithril arrows - his steps were even lighter and quieter than those of the elves, and he didn't make a single superfluous sound before the broken Mithril arrow pierced the back of the Priest of Ochs with deadly accuracy.

Priest Oakes' eyes widened in surprise as he felt the pain and the loss of his life, and his soul detached from his body as he remembered that he had been slain once.

The priest's soul let out a terrible roar in the dark air, and he pointed at the daring human, intending to cast the last spell he had saved, a special ability bestowed upon his priest by the orc god Kawuha, to take revenge on the little bugs who dared to kill his servants—but the elven mage also cast the spell he had prepared to dispel the plague and poisonous fog that had enveloped the human.

After their owners died, the thorns lost the strength and tenacity that immobilized an elven warrior, and he easily got rid of them.

The human ran over to help him pull off the clinging branches of his friend, and the elven warrior was surprised to find that he still had a lot of strength.

"Take me away!" he cried out, "Please, take me away! I am a human, not an orc, not a half-orc. ”

"I don't know if I'll be able to take three people. The elven mage said.

"I'm light," begged the thief Glenn, and when the prisoners turned to flee, he held back and didn't run away with them, he made the right choice, they were killed by orcs and humans under the walls - he hid under the dirt and corpses, but couldn't find a chance to escape, there were orcs everywhere, this was probably his last chance: "I'm light, light like a rabbit! Take me away, just let me get out of here!

The elven mage looked at the warrior, who wordlessly laid down his friend's corpse, removed her pin and put it on himself, and the mage bowed to the dead and tore open the scroll.

"I also have a fireball spell whose flames melt metal. The mage said.

"Thank you. The warrior said.

Gülen hung in the air, he watched as the mage threw his spell, the corpse burning, turning to ashes in a moment, the flames warming the air and the wind, and he looked at the gray ridge, knowing that he was only temporarily safe.

"It's not over yet!" shouted Priest Denver, "it's not over yet!"

Author's note: Ball Sanjiang ticket, ball collection, ball recommendation...... Ball Book Review...... That reply is waiting for tomorrow, and there is still a chapter today......

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