(There is an anti-theft part, replaced before 12 noon tomorrow) a little modified, delayed by one hour.

Ricka stretched out her finger and gently pinched the end of the wand, pulling it out as easily as she pulled out a candy stick from a baby's hand, when making the wand, most of them would choose brittle and easy to break serpentine wood, if you switch to sandalwood or walnut because of the needs of the spell, then you will consciously hollow out the inside, after all, not every spellcaster can crush hard pebbles with his fingers alone like a warlock with a dragon vein.

There was even a clearly visible handprint on the wand, and Rica took two steps back, anyway, Ryette was still a descendant of the dragon after all, although the blood was weak, but to mortals, she was not so easy to deal with- It was none other than Ann Rui's pig-faced maid, who not only made her look and smell like another person, but also gave her the power of an adult orc, and the room was lit with spices provided by Rika to paralyze the body of a warlock and priest, but neither Rika nor Anrui thought that Rijette could be dealt with so easily.

Ryette's movements only paused for less than a breath, she turned to Anrui, her eyes were full of blood, she hissed like a beast, the shackles that bound her were undone, she shrugged her shoulders, arched her back, like an enraged female beast, she lowered her head and bit the neck of the pig-faced maid, and as soon as she looked up, she tore open her skin and muscles, and the hot blood **** came out, splashing Anrui's whole body - and the beast prostrate on her body made a great sound. Ricka gestured behind Ryette, motioning for Anrui to do it as soon as possible, and Anrui raised a tentacle. She gestured, she had no talent for spellcasters, and every time she cast a spell, she relied only on the blood of the dragon in her body, the blood of the dragon roared in her veins, clashing with the blood of the original, elves, and the pain caused by their war was completely unimaginable to ordinary people. Even Anrui never imagined she could endure it—the spell took shape in her mouth, and a swift and furious spell struck the female warlock and the maid who clung to her. Their blood flowed together, indistinguishable from each other, and Ryette cried out in anger and pain, her fingers plunging into the maid's back. Push hard. and he tore the mortal body in two.

Anrui had a look of pain on her more deformed face than an orc, more deformed than an abyssal monster, a crimson liquid trickling from her eyes to her chest, but even then, she didn't stop casting, and a second spell followed, and the blades of energy continued to attack the female warlock, slicing her inch by inch—as Rika had told her. Ryette is a descendant of the Red Dragon, which means that neither acid nor fire will cause much damage to her. This gave Anrui a lot fewer spells to choose from, but she was the lord of the White Tower and the Partridge Hills, and after Demon's death, the rich inner library and the amazing collection all went to Anrui, and Rewitt had threatened Anrui more than once, asking her to divide some of the sweet bait and give it to the guild or herself, but Anrui managed to pass the buck and pass the buck.

Ryette didn't do more, of course, she might just be waiting for Anrui to go crazy and even die because of dragon blood, but she really underestimated Anrui, and now that these potions, scrolls, wands, and runes were all part of the net, she was desperate to realize that this time she might never be able to escape again- On the other hand, Anrui was also scarred, it was amazing, her body had almost returned to its original size and weight, those dirty and ugly fat were either melted by the acid spit out by Ryette or burned by the flames she summoned because of their slow movement, and the rest was no bigger than a seven or eight-year-old human child, but the rest of the ...... It was hard to guess that this was once a human, it was like a large charred maggot, black and cracked, blood oozing from the cracks, and the stench and fragrance of the burned flesh and skin were mixed together, making the dragonborn warlock with a keen sense of smell feel a little uncomfortable.

He wiggled his finger and cast the first spell he had cast since entering the mansion, and it set off a breeze that blew away the strong smell, and Anrui looked dead, while Ryette was alive—alive for the time being.

She looked at Rika and opened her mouth, but her face had been shaved three-quarters by the blade of energy, her teeth and tongue had been damaged, and she couldn't utter coherent syllables at all.

"Ah," said Rika, "yes, dear sister, I lied to you. ”

Of course, the Mentor's task needs to be completed, and in addition, he also wants the White Tower and the Partridge Hill.

-- The remaining part will be replaced by 12 o'clock tomorrow at noon.

Ricka stretched out her finger and gently pinched the end of the wand, pulling it out as easily as she pulled out a candy stick from a baby's hand, when making the wand, most of them would choose brittle and easy to break serpentine wood, if you switch to sandalwood or walnut because of the needs of the spell, then you will consciously hollow out the inside, after all, not every spellcaster can crush hard pebbles with his fingers alone like a warlock with a dragon vein.

There was even a clearly visible handprint on the wand, and Rica took two steps back, anyway, Ryette was still a descendant of the dragon after all, although the blood was weak, but to mortals, she was not so easy to deal with- It was none other than Ann Rui's pig-faced maid, who not only made her look and smell like another person, but also gave her the power of an adult orc, and the room was lit with spices provided by Rika to paralyze the body of a warlock and priest, but neither Rika nor Anrui thought that Rijette could be dealt with so easily.

Rayette's movements paused for less than a breath, she turned to Anrui, her eyes were full of blood, and she hissed like a beast, the shackles that bound her were unshackled, she shrugged her shoulders and arched her back, like an enraged female beast, she bit the neck of the pig-faced maid as soon as she lowered her head, and tore her skin and muscles as soon as she looked up. Hot blood **** out, splattering Ann Rui - and the creeping beast on her made a loud noise, and Ricka gestured behind Ryette. Motioning for An Rui to do it as soon as possible, An Rui raised a tentacle and made a gesture, she had no talent as a spellcaster, and every time she cast a spell, she only relied on the dragon's blood in her body, and the dragon's blood rushed and roared in her veins, and the original. The blood clash of elves bites, the pain of their war is completely unimaginable to ordinary people, and even Anrui never imagined that she could endure it—the spell took shape in her mouth. A swift and furious spell struck the female warlock and the maid who clung to her, their blood flowing together, not distinguishing from each other. Ryette cried out in anger and pain. Her fingers plunged into the maid's back, tearing the mortal's body in two with a single force.

A look of pain appeared on Ann Rui's face more deformed than the orcs, more deformed than the abyssal monsters, and the crimson liquid trickled from her eyes to her chest, but even then, she didn't stop casting, and the second spell followed. The blades of energy continued to attack the female warlock, slicing her inch by inch—Rica had told her. Reette is a descendant of the Red Dragon, which means that acid and fire will not damage her much, which makes Anrui have a lot less spells to choose from, but she is the lord of the White Tower and the Partridge Hills, and after Demon's death, the rich inner library and amazing collection all went to Anrui, and Riyette has threatened Anrui more than once, asking her to divide some of this sweet bait and give it to the guild or herself, but Anrui has managed to perfunctory and prevaricate.

Ryette didn't do more, of course, she might just be waiting for Anrui to go crazy and even die because of dragon blood, but she really underestimated Anrui, and now that these potions, scrolls, wands, and runes were all part of the net, she was desperate to realize that this time she might never be able to escape again- On the other hand, Anrui was also scarred, it was amazing, her body had almost returned to its original size and weight, those dirty and ugly fat were either melted by the acid spit out by Ryette or burned by the flames she summoned because of their slow movement, and the rest was no bigger than a seven or eight-year-old human child, but the rest of the ...... It was hard to guess that this was once a human, it was like a large charred maggot, black and cracked, blood oozing from the cracks, and the stench and fragrance of the burned flesh and skin were mixed together, making the dragonborn warlock with a keen sense of smell feel a little uncomfortable.

He wiggled his finger and cast the first spell he had cast since entering the mansion, and it set off a breeze that blew away the strong smell, and Anrui looked dead, while Ryette was alive—alive for the time being.

She looked at Rika and opened her mouth, but her face had been shaved three-quarters by the blade of energy, her teeth and tongue had been damaged, and she couldn't utter coherent syllables at all.

"Ah," said Rika, "yes, dear sister, I lied to you. ”

Of course, the Mentor's task needs to be completed, and in addition, he also wants the White Tower and the Partridge Hill.

Ricka stretched out her finger and gently pinched the end of the wand, pulling it out as easily as she pulled out a candy stick from a baby's hand, when making the wand, most of them would choose brittle and easy to break serpentine wood, if you switch to sandalwood or walnut because of the needs of the spell, then you will consciously hollow out the inside, after all, not every spellcaster can crush hard pebbles with his fingers alone like a warlock with a dragon vein.

There was even a clearly visible handprint on the wand, and Rica took two steps back, anyway, Ryette was still a descendant of the dragon after all, although the blood was weak, but to mortals, she was not so easy to deal with- It was none other than Ann Rui's pig-faced maid, who not only made her look and smell like another person, but also gave her the power of an adult orc, and the room was lit with spices provided by Rika to paralyze the body of a warlock and priest, but neither Rika nor Anrui thought that Rijette could be dealt with so easily.

Ryette's movements only paused for less than a breath, she turned to An Rui, her eyes were full of blood, she hissed like a beast, the shackles that bound her were untied, she shrugged her shoulders and arched her back, like an enraged female beast, as soon as she lowered her head, she bit the neck of the pig-faced maid, and as soon as she raised her head, she tore open her skin and muscles, and the hot blood **** came out, splashing An Rui's body- And the beast that crawled on her made a great sound, Ricka made a gesture behind Ryette, signaling An Rui to do it as soon as possible, An Rui raised a tentacle and made a gesture, she had no talent for a spellcaster, every time she cast a spell, she only relied on the blood of the dragon in her body, the blood of the dragon rushed and roared in her veins, and the blood of the original, elves clashed and bitten, the pain caused by their war was completely unimaginable to ordinary people, even An Rui never imagined that she could actually endure it- The spell took shape in her mouth, and a swift and furious spell struck the female warlock, and the maid who clung to her, their blood flowing together, regardless of each other, and Ryette cried out in anger and pain, her fingers piercing the maid's back, tearing the mortal's body in two with a single force.

An Rui had a painful look on her face more deformed than an orc, more deformed than an abyssal monster, a crimson liquid trickling from her eyes to her chest, and even so, she didn't stop casting, and a second spell followed, and the blade of energy continued to attack the female warlock, severing her inch by inch. Ricka had told her that Reyette was a descendant of the Red Dragon, which meant that the acid and fire would not be very damaging to her, which gave Anyre a lot fewer spells to choose from, but she was the lord of the White Tower and the Partridge Hills, and after Dermon's death, the rich inner library and amazing collection all went to Any, and Reyette had threatened Anylet more than once, asking her to divide some of the sweet bait and give it to the guild or herself, but Anylet managed to perfunctory and prevaricate.

Reyette didn't do more, of course, she might just be waiting for Anrui to go mad and even die because of the dragon's blood, but she really underestimated Anrui, and now that the potions, scrolls, wands, and runes were all part of the net, she was desperate to realize that this time she might not be able to escape - on the other hand, Anrui was also scarred, it was amazing, her body had almost returned to its original size and weight, and the filthy and ugly fat was slow to move (to be continued). )