The abbot's mistress was not at all uncomfortable with the work at hand, although she knew that many people here had scolded her for being a shameless woman before her death.

But she still felt hesitant to see them all dying here, soulless corpses.

Will the elves really keep their promises, and will they kill them all?

Can her son really join that flag?

Will he be able to survive surrounded by these beasts? Dedicated to the daughter of an elf captain, can she live a good life under the oppression of the elf master?

She tried not to think about the things that made her head explode, and focused her attention on the bracelet of a dead lady in her hand, something she had been jealous of for a long time.

She thought that the cold, lubricated feeling would comfort her a little, but it was completely useless, and nothing could make her feel at peace in this pile of corpses.

She realized that even if she could survive, she would not be able to forget today, it would be impossible not to admit that she was a shameless person, and even she would not forgive herself for what she had done today.

At that moment, she suddenly saw her lover's eyes suddenly widen, and then he tried to stand up in great horror.

"Hurry .........up," the abbot saw a red spherical object flying towards him, and he grabbed his family and hurriedly tried to escape.

However, before a few of them could stand up, the fireball flew directly past them and into the cauldron.

"Enemy ..........," the shrewd and capable elven captain barely shouted half a voice, and his face was covered by the poisonous juice in the upturned cauldron pocket, and the hot poisonous juice poured into his mouth.

The pot is the core of the entire node, and the recipe of the illusion array is quite fine, if a resident with a high perception breaks free on his own, or if a human traitor can't stand the torture of conscience, and puts a little something inside, the effect of the illusion array will be greatly reduced.

The elven squad leader knew that in order to conquer Liaoyang in one fell swoop, the main force of the elves was taken away by the old khan, and now there were only three or four hundred elven warriors and twice as many orc servants in the city. It is possible to suppress tens of thousands of residents in a step-by-step manner, but any accident is a great challenge.

In order to secure the old Khan's plan, all the elves had to work up their spirits.

Therefore, of course, the elf squad leader had to sit next to the pot, and this sense of responsibility fulfilled the best effect of Wu Xin's first wave of blows.

Not only the pot turned over. The elven captain was also burned alive, he had an antidote and was not afraid of illusion, but the hot poison poured on his face and poured into his internal organs still killed him directly.

His sense of responsibility does not make up for the lack of manpower.

The elves are simply undermanned, the orcs are free, and the human traitors are simply unreliable. He was also powerless to guard against several relatively tall buildings around him.

"Run, run." The abbot was completely overwhelmed by the fireball, and he grabbed his family and ran away in confusion. "There's a great sage coming, run."

Not only the abbot, but the monks and human rebels in the entire temple were in chaos, and the fireball technique that Wu Xin had just obtained was definitely enough to deter in this plane.

This was not the first time Wu Xin had used this spell, although he had just been promoted to a fifth-level warlock, but the day after the upgrade, he had quietly tried the power of this famous spell in the morning.

At that time, Wu Xin was quite satisfied with the results of the test. Much more powerful than the few spells in front of him, it was the group attack skill he desperately needed, if there was this fireball technique, the last battle with the half-ogre would not be so dangerous, just this move could kill several half-ogres, and greatly damaged the morale of all the other half-ogres.

He was just a little worried that he wouldn't be able to control the range of spells.

But when it was used in actual combat, Wu Xin found that the test in the desert at that time did not show the power of this trick at all.

His expectations for this move were also too low.

The fireball hit the cauldron and the sparks mixed with the poisonous soup exploded, turning the front yard of the temple of nearly 100 square meters into a terrible purgatory.

The elves and orcs, whose vitality was much inferior to that of the half-ogre, were enveloped by this wave of impact. Most of them immediately lost their ability to move, and none of them could run up to resist, and they instinctively avoided the direction the fireball came from and fled in the other direction.

Not to mention the human rebels. They were doing the hard work, and the most people were burned to death by the hot pot, and everyone was running away in the other direction.

"Rush!"

When the plan was made, Villefort and Moulin insisted that Wu Xin send a fireball from the second-floor restaurant, and they immediately retreated.

But now, I see the tragic situation of the elven army. They didn't think about escaping as soon as possible.

Wu Xin also jumped directly from the second floor according to the plan, and Delia, who had been waiting for him, caught him steadily, and her own airbag allowed Wu Xin to land steadily in her arms.

The green dragon armor was a treasure, but it was not thick, and Wu Xin, who was falling rapidly, felt that the two airbags were quite strong.

In fact, even if he counts two lives, he has never touched such an elastic airbag.

'When will I get the chance to fix my car?' Without Delia's height, weight, and long-term exercise, there would be no airbag that is so safe, reliable, and efficient.

"Actually, you should change your posture......... "Even so, the little white-faced warlock Wu Xin who was lying in the arms of the beauty was still a little regretful, it would be better if the beauty was in his arms.

However, the next moment, Wu Xin's ass was in close contact with the earth.

"Don't go yet!"

Just when Wu Xin was stroking the airbag while still having a straight man's cancer, Delia threw him to the ground.

This time Wu Xin really fell clearly, and he couldn't stand up all of a sudden.

"What are you anxious about?!" Seeing that everyone else had rushed out, Delia turned around and pulled Wu Xin up, complaining to him with a flushed face.

"Ouch, I'm in so much pain.........." Wu Xin unceremoniously leaned on Di Liya and hitchhiked slowly into the temple.

After entering the temple, Wu Xin let go of Delia, and then ordered unceremoniously: "Don't look for Villefort and Joel, there will be no other useful supplies, just take those neutralizers and capture a few captives, both elven orcs and humans, that abbot, yes, it's that big bald head to catch me back, and you two are responsible for mending the knives for the orcs who are still alive." Cormona, Mullan, mend the orcs who are still alive, Delia, you have to carry that cauldron away! ”

The old worshippers and the old family had no interest in the loot and were in charge of guarding from the beginning.

Wu Xin and the others cleaned up the battlefield quickly and effectively, and when a dozen or so elven patrols arrived five minutes later, they had already infiltrated a large mansion next to them.

Some of the residents in the surrounding streets began to regain their senses and let out loud shouts. (To be continued.) )