The crow's improvised performance has to be said to be extremely realistic, but in fact the loopholes in the words are very obvious.

Who is he? Why was it attacked? Why don't you go to the patrol guard and run to the entrance to the basement level?

Any guard who has a little more time to think will immediately become suspicious of the crow.

The Santarim Assassin was completely gambling, and he was betting that Pike Noda didn't mean to intercept him, and he didn't even know about the assassination that took place in the banquet hall. This way, he can be attacked and killed by himself at close range while Pick Norda is still in doubt.

As the distance between the crow and Pick Norda shortened to within two meters, the panicked look on the assassin's face subsided slightly, as if he had found a reassuring reluctance. And at this moment, as if he could no longer support it, he stumbled forward under his feet, and his right hand instinctively raised and pressed towards the woman's shoulder.

Pike Noda subconsciously stepped forward and reached out to help him.

There was a hint of mockery in the assassin's eyes, and a black glow suddenly flashed on the cuff of his right hand that was lying on the woman's arm. A pitch-black Hidden Blade poked out of the cuff of the mage's robe like a viper, and stabbed into Pick Noda's left chest like lightning.

"Poof!" The black sword pierced the woman's heart without delay, but the tip of the sword felt like it had pierced into a completely fleshless hollow human body, and the crow suddenly looked up in surprise to meet the expressionless and indifferent eyes of Paike Noda.

"What's your entire plan to escape?"

Under the gaze of these indifferent pupils, the assassin only felt that all the secrets in his heart were clear, and he couldn't help but shudder secretly.

"Ahh The raven roared, and slapped her free left palm on Pick Noda's lower abdomen, knocking her far away before swooping into the underground passage without pause.

"It's heavy! Is this the strength of the world's powerhouses? Paike Noda felt the power pour into all parts of her body, crashing and destroying everywhere, almost completely bursting her puppet body.

"Smack!" Pike Noda's face has several cracks, like a porcelain doll that has been torn apart.

"No wonder that guy gave me a funeral in light and darkness, but didn't ask me to stop the assassins, but only read about their escape plan through physical contact." Pick Norda was slightly frustrated.

Although her current strength was more than a level behind that of the Hunter World, she could see that even if she was the one before, she was no match for this person.

From the moment the two of them made physical contact, her long-planned action was only uttered by the words, and the next action she wanted to fight back was stopped by the assassin's conditioned reflex. That palm paralyzed her whole body, and even the strength to pull the trigger disappeared.

In Pick Noda's impression, perhaps among the companions of the Phantom Brigade, only a few companions who are proficient in fighting skills and have high strength attributes can do this.

However, to Picknoda's horror, it was clear that the man was not a strength warrior, but an agile assassin.

"Did he escape into the basement?" Just a few seconds later, as soon as the paralysis on Pick Noda's body subsided, a hurricane swept towards the end of the corridor with a vague figure, and before anyone could reach her, a majestic and solemn female voice reached the ears of the brigade beauty.

"Bang!" Pick Noda lifted Angel's Salute in her right hand and struggled to pull the trigger.

"Yu Yu~~" With a flash of muzzle light, a unicorn emitting a holy light hissed and rushed towards the Storm Queen with its head up.

"I'm Ellaslan of Agolaron!" The figure wrapped in the hurricane appears to be taken aback, turning away from the unicorn's apparition, but does not attack Pick Noda.

She thought that Pick Noda had been seriously injured and that her consciousness had been confused. As the younger sister of Erastro, the Storm Queen's traits are recognizable to all the guards of the High Palace, so she has not reported herself to her home before.

To the Storm Queen's surprise, the unicorn's phantom suddenly slammed behind her, and turned to make another side lunge. This time the Queen of the Storm didn't have time to avoid it completely, after all, the unicorn phantom was very large and too close, and her body was partially grazed.

The unicorn's apparition shattered against the Storm Queen's outstretched magical shield, and the magical elements reflected in the air like shards of glass.

Most of the unicorn's elemental fragments dissipated, but there was also a trace of light and shadow that strangely merged into the Storm Queen's magic shield, and was directly reflected in the sea of consciousness of Elaslan through the guò shield.

The Storm Queen frowned slightly, of course she could see that the unicorn phantom formed by this magic bullet was controlled by the seriously injured woman in front of her. This proves that she is conscious and should know her true identity.

"You ......" As soon as Ellaslan wanted to speak, some fragmented memories flashed through her mind, which belonged to the crow.

The Storm Queen's eyes lit up, and through these fragments of broken memories, she instantly grasped the general content of the Santarim Society's assassination plan, and more importantly, she knew about the two teleportation circles that the assassins had arranged inside the Supreme Palace.

"Rest well!" The Queen of the Storm took a deep look at Paike Noda, who was sitting in the corner, and without hesitation, dodged into the underground passage.

At the same time, she raised her hand and swiped quickly across her chest, a string of mysterious magical light words condensed in the air. When she finished writing, she raised her hand, and the magical characters turned into several rays of light that disappeared into the night sky in several directions.

The Queen of the Storm had been gone for less than ten seconds before a sturdy panther silently appeared at the end of the corridor.

"Kid, don't shoot, we've received Elaslan's magical light and we've learned about the situation." Seeing Paiknoda trembling and raising her black and white spear, the panther's eyes flashed with a gleam, and he spoke and stood up, transforming into an old druid in a feather cloak.

"Don't worry, Sander Warhammer has gone to another teleportation array, and those dastardly rats of the Santarin Society can't escape the High Palace!" Iga Lannord smiled and crouched down next to Pike Noda, her eyes swept over the wound on the woman's left chest, and she immediately frowned, "Your injuries are serious......

"Hey, you're ......" A soft green glow glowed on the Grand Druid's palm, and when he placed his palm on Paiknoda's chest, his eyes widened in surprise, and a hint of awe-inspiring appeared on his face, "Who is your master?" ”

"My master is the elven prince Philar Moonlight!" Pike Norda struggled to her feet with a blank face, "I have a mind-reading ability, and he told me to stay here and intercept assassins who might be able to get through Guò!" ”

Pike Norda does not have an apostolic mark, and although she can use Qin Lun's mana to build a body, she is essentially just a puppet item, and she is definitely different from a living person.

"The elven prince of Theopia?" Garanord frowned, as soon as he touched the woman's body just now, he immediately realized that Paike Norda was not a living person, but just something like an alchemy puppet.

"Master, my duty has been completed, so I will retire first!" Pack Noda held the wound down, leaned over, and staggered down the hallway.

"Self-aware puppet puppets...... It must have been given to him by the Elven King Anker! The archdruid's eyes twinkled, and he watched Paik Noda disappear into the hallway, then lowered his head in deep thought.

Garanord is an elven druid, nearly five hundred years old, and is more knowledgeable and knowledgeable than his fighting prowess. In his understanding, it is difficult for puppet dolls to form such a high level of intelligence unless they have experienced a very long time.

There are very few remnants of this kind of thing in the current Faren Continent, most of them were born in the Arcane era when the Nether Scroll was born, and most of them were made by elven alchemists, and only they had the knowledge and craftsmanship to make such exquisite and complex alchemy dolls.

The Great Druid quickly made up a lot of information around Pick Noda's Deposit. He thought that this thing must have been given to Qin Lun by the Elf King Anker, and the Elf King would give away this precious puppet, which naturally showed that he valued this Elven Inheritance Prince very much.

Since the Elf King valued Qin Lun so much, then the silver-haired Elf's every move might have come from the Elf King's instructions.

Although the Great Sage of Leni had confirmed that Qin Lun was on the way to rescue Illistine, he temporarily set out to support the Silver Moon Alliance. But it is also possible that the Elven King had talked to him about the Silver Moon Alliance before, and expressed his intention to form an alliance. That's why the elven prince took the risk and traveled thousands of miles to help Erastro.

In fact, the future Star-Moon Alliance can be quickly established, and tonight's events have played a crucial role. And the appearance of Pike Noda inadvertently made the high-level of the Silver Moon Alliance think that the Anker Elf King had already had the intention of forming an alliance, so Qin Lun would spare no effort to help.

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"Don't run, you can't escape!" Mastasha said coldly.

At this time, in another garden of the Supreme Palace, the Highland Elves stood in four corners with Elistine, Idria, and Rand, surrounded by a black-robed mage and two Assassins dressed as attendants. Leni and Linda were suspended in the air, one after the other, and Ciel stood at the back of the group.

When Erasdr was assassinated, they reacted quickly, and although they were unable to stop the assassin who broke out of the window due to distance, they were caught up by the necromancer who escaped through the door of the banquet hall.

The other two attendants, presumably followers of the necromancer, saw that their master was surrounded, so they had to reveal their identities and help him deal with the pursuers.

"Hehe, yes, I don't think so!" The necromancer raised his head, revealing a pale face, and his hoarse laughter was like the cry of a night owl, which made people feel extremely uncomfortable.

He reached into his arms, felt for two pale golden bones, and threw them into the air. The skeleton looked like a human skeleton that had shrunk countless times in size, and when it was thrown into the air, it grew into two golden skeletons the size of an ordinary person.