The female warlock, the priest of Gredy, turned a deaf ear to the complaints of Drake and the Sea Devils, she only focused on the situation of the other spellcaster, after the baptism of the furious thunder and lightning, the pirates were no longer as careless as they had just been, in fact, they were eager to lift both feet above the water, some of the pirates simply stood on the lifeless bodies of their companions, and some of them tried to escape, but Ryette immediately threw a small flame, the flame was only as thin as a hair, and the finger was as long, but it pierced the eyebrows of the pirate who ran first, and burned a hole in his hard skullThose who followed them cried out in sorrow and hatred—both in mourning for their companions and for themselves, their eyes thrown at the red-robed warlock like poisoned daggers, knowing that they had been regarded by this evil spellcaster as a victim of consuming the enemy mage, and that they would tear Ryette alive with their bare hands if they could.

"Go ahead, good boys," rewitted contemptuously, with a gaudy and grim smile, "the man behind you is much more merciful than I am. ”

"I don't think at all. Gülen said.

The subjects they were describing were observing the pirates he had put to death, and the former undead had been glad more than once that they had read all the memories of souls from another plane, and immediately decided to set the teleportation point at Sharp Jaw Harbor - a place of evil gathering, and there was no shortage of criminals who could be considered disgusting in the eyes of devils and demons, they were like hyenas, even if they were so full that they were about to vomit, they would not let go of any prey that walked in front of them- The lich did not force the thief from another plane to take their lives even from such dregs, but it soon realized that sparing the lives of these people would only cause misfortune to itself and other good people.

The Blunt-Head Tavern was not their first place of refuge when they came to or returned to the main physical plane. Before that, the Lich's most important and difficult job was to teach another cohabitant to kill.

But sometimes the lich is amazed at the prosperity and peace of another plane, which is so vast, rich, and peaceful, without war, without famine, and without even gods. There are only human beings, and the former immortals can't imagine how crazy they would be if the gods here knew that there was such a plane, seven billion human beings! This is ten times more than all humanoids and humans in the main material plane, and most importantly, most of the human beings have no faith, what does this mean, if that god can get a way to that plane before the other gods, he/she may have the power to shake the faith of the gods on the gods!

Both it and the lich should be thankful for their good fortune, and the only one who can peek into the origin of this soul is probably the Alzheimer's god on God. And because he does have a bit of Alzheimer's relationship, he doesn't seem to care about gaining more power, and he doesn't care about those juniors who are ready to move, and acts more with childlike willfulness and freewheeling, just like the so-called law of the Lich of Atonement he formulated, which can be said to be a bad but exquisite game, similar to what humans often say, "Don't think about an elephant". You're thinking about an elephant when you think about it, just like you can't atone for your sins - it's not that the lich wants to be a living person again. That would only make him want to vomit, and what the hell was "dying as a good person"?! Even the other guy in his body couldn't recognize that kind of return. Even if he can't get a long life, at least give him back the number of lives he deserves!

Well, the lich didn't expect to be favored by the good gods anyway, and the thread of his destiny had been woven before he was even born, and while he was desperate to take it into his own hands, it wasn't a soft thread. It's tough steel and boiling blood, and the lich can see its beginning and its end.

So, the lich thought, maybe he was a little jealous. He was jealous of another soul, of being born and raised in such a warm and peaceful plane, of its parents, of its friends, of its peaceful nest, of every delicious food it ate with peace of mind, of every hug and greeting it received, of the lich of jealousy even of the roses it had once gazed at—this plane also had roses, but it gave the lich only a taste of greenness and bitterness—and that the branches of the rose had been his food to satisfy his hunger.

But he can also swear to Styx that his guidance and training (and perhaps a bit harsh) are absolutely necessary, that in the other soul plane, murder is a great sin, and that there will be the greatest mercy and mercy for a human being who has lost his life (innocent or not), but here, I'm sorry, even the Elven Ranger Kerryben, the soul he sent into the mourning wasteland is enough to sustain a city of the dead.

This is a cruel and harsh plane, everything is built on strength, and even in the ranks of the good gods, the white-robed people still need dazzling achievements to maintain their status and dignity, which is a clearer and eternal law than the will of the gods in God.

The Otherworldly Soul had said that it would never get used to watching life pass away, yes, it swore it wouldn't, but it had learned to accept and watch how they gasped and left in agony, not only at the Lich's request, but also because he had lost his vigilance because he couldn't face the people he had killed, and the consequences it had caused were something that the Otherworldly Soul didn't want to recall, you just need to know that since that time the Otherworldly Soul has never turned its head before the enemy actually walked into death.

The pirates were driven by Ryette, like sharks driven by killer whales, and they had to move forward, their anger fueled by despair and resentment, one of the pirates calling out to their companions, controlling the actions of the others in a dialect that only they understood, and they planned to have two or three of them entangle the caster, interrupting his spell casting as long as they could get within reach of swords and daggers...... But before they could act, Berdwin had leapt into their midst, the warrior outstretching his arm in the silver glimmer, his only arm holding a broadsword with a soft sheen, like an extension of the arm and a solidification of consciousness. Spin and skim the pirates' bodies, blood gushing out along with shouts, and the usual broadsword was more used to smash and slash, but Baldwin's broadsword had blades as sharp as Glenn's adamantite dagger, and as it swept through the enemy like a hurricane, the enemy's weapons and bodies snapped like sugar cane.

Pirates swarmed forward. They tried to use their numerical superiority to kill the strong warrior, after all, he only had one arm, and Berdwin kicked the sea so hard that it pierced the eyes of the pirate he was about to face, and they involuntarily closed their eyes and stopped, while the former owner of Thundercastle sank down, dodging the stabbing from behind, and leaning forward. The broadsword severed two pairs of knees, as well as a fifth foot, and Berdwin slammed his shoulder into the pirates' swords, which bounced off Mithril's chainmail, and he slammed away the pirates who had been used as pillars like a giant bowling ball, escaping them from their encirclement.

But there were too many pirates, and Birdwin's initiative played them right in, while his companions were still tangled with the pirates. The caster shouldn't be able to cast spells, they're so close. Close enough to shave each other,

It was Kerribben who broke the situation, and the twin blades of the Elven Ranger were no less deterrent than Baldwin's broadsword, and after they flew like petrels through the darkness of the cavern, one or two pirates died holding their necks and scratching their chests, and the elves left them with wounds as thin as pieces of paper. But they are all in the deadliest position. A burlier than the other pirates thought he could catch the elf, and he wore heavy leather armor studded with iron plates, an iron collar around his neck, and fingered chainmail gloves wrapped around his hands, perhaps for this reason. He thought it would be a good idea to tie up the Ranger with his body, his movements were not indispensable, and there were two pirates assisting him in his work, and it seemed to others that Kerry had run into his arms when he couldn't avoid it - the pirate immediately tightened his arms, his arms were stronger than ordinary orcs, and it was his greatest hobby to hold people in his arms, tighten his arms, and let them slowly suffocate to death from being unable to breathe- But the next moment, after he staggered, he realized that he had caught a void, and he looked bewildered for a moment, until the two pirates who assisted him pointed behind him and shouted in terror, and he was about to turn around when a snow-white light came out of his mouth.

Kerry took back Starlight and wiped his love knives on the idiot's coat, and although he would have cleaned and maintained them after the battle, it was a little disgusting for the elf to stab the knife into the back of the fat neck and out of the foul mouth.

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The sea devil turned to Ruiyite, this time without waiting for the orc to say anything, Ruiyit began to cast a spell, but the spell she cast was not used to attack the enemy, but to protect herself, she hung a rune seal around her neck that could protect against energy impact and damage, and also attached two protective spells to herself, and finally she thought for a while, and cast a spell to protect herself against spiritual shock- After doing all this, she checked her spell potion and scroll belt, dimensional bag, before approaching the bloody battlefield under the shadow of another spell used to conceal her figure.

"If I send a signal. She said to Drake and the Sea Devils, "You must go now, or I will abandon this mission." ”

"No doubt about it, Honey," said Drake, "I will not let you be in danger." ”

The sea devil let out a laugh like a crow's chirping, "Me too," she said, with a hypocrisy not inferior to Drake's, "what a pity it would be for a beautiful woman like you to die." ”

Ryette sneered sarcastically in the illusory shadows, and then temporarily tossed the two humans (one and a half humans) behind him, and the battle between the casters was not allowed to be half-hearted.

She thought that her spell would give her a head start, but in fact, she was discovered when she was still about a hundred feet away from the other caster, and Reit obeyed her instincts and raised her hands, ready to cast a powerful spell instead of waiting closer, but the other caster had already preemptively sent a spell, and from his gesture, Reit recognized that it was a fire spell, "This is a good opportunity." She said to herself that the rune seal on her body that protected her from energy damage would ensure that she would not be consumed by the flames, which would obscure the other person's vision, and that when he thought that Ryette had been eliminated by the flames, the female warlock would teach him a lesson that he would never forget, and of course, if he could have anything else to speak of for the rest of his life.

To Rui's surprise, the fireball did not rush towards her or any of the pirates, but into the sea that had become muddy during the battle, and the water that was channeled was only up to the ankles of a human, but it was still a large amount of fireballs that could exceed the melting point of steel and hit the cold, large amount of water.

Steam.

The white, scorching steam surrounded everyone in the cave at once, and the pirates were the first to bear it, and it was said that in the steam boiler room of another plane, the leaking steam could burn a person, and the steam had not yet reached such a degree, but it was normal to burn the eyes and burn off the skin. The pirates' prey had been so screaming under their unscrupulous torture, and now it was the pirates' turn to shout, and they were forced by the steam to drop their weapons and flee in all directions, and Reyette's spell struck a pirate, and he was instantly drained of his blood, but it was a complete blessing, because he did not have to go through the long torture of his companions to die- If the pirates fell, the sea and sand would seep into their festering skin, and the feeling was unimaginable unless you felt it yourself.

Rhette was nearly pushed to the ground by the pirates, she allowed herself to float in the air, waved her fingers, and the steam around her dispersed, and she couldn't find the mage or the others.

"They're gone!" she shouted, casting another spell. (To be continued.) )