Above the lush trees, a dark green mist resembling a dark cloud drifted over, and arcs of electricity flashed inside, like natural rage.

The mist suddenly converged, and a young wood elf landed in front of Martha, his neck and hands covered in intricate and mysterious patterns, like the shamans in charge of rituals in ancient lost civilizations.

"Martha, do you repeat what you just said, they slandered you for summoning demons?" Ferragander didn't even look at Felipe, Jurisian, Heidi and other magicians, and asked Martha directly.

As he asked, the "Felipe Right Hand" and many strange blood vessels on Martha's face withered, floating to the ground like autumn leaves, rotting into mud.

Martha said with hatred, "Just because of the 'Dance of Vengeance' and the essentials of each move, they think it's a ritual to summon magic!

Ferragander clearly knew the "Dance of Vengeance", and a layer of jumping lightning suddenly appeared in his eyes, and the aura of the legendary druid seemed to merge with the surrounding natural environment, so, as he looked around, Julisian, Felipe, and Heidi felt the trees under their feet tremble, felt the air contracting, felt the dark clouds condense, and felt that they were rejected by the entire world!

Under such coercion, even Averies, a crystal dragon with a very thick skin and no heart, was nervous and difficult to speak, so the rapidly changing gesture in Annick's hand stopped, Heidi couldn't help but take a step back, leaning tightly against the wall of the treehouse, and cold sweat broke out on Yurisian's forehead, wanting to smile and speak. But I couldn't squeeze out a smile.

Felipe's severed wrist squirmed, and a pale right hand regrown, glowing with water, as if it had just been born out of his mother's womb. His short hair fluttered back, as if facing a violent hurricane, his body tensed and trembled slightly, but he held his head high and refused to bow down and said, "Here...... There is a book. ”

Unpressed, Ellerstin hastened to add: "The Council has provided a copy of Viken's Special Summoning Ritual, which also summons ancient demons through simple and funny, ridiculous and funny rituals. And the author of this book is the 'Calamity King' Viken. The legendary magicians of the past, the pope of today!"

The Stroop Forest is located on the western shore of the endless ocean, and although it is separated by a kingdom from Viken in the border area between the Kingdom of Holm and the Kingdom of Briana, it is still a kingdom away for the powerhouses of the Legendary level. Such a distance can be called a neighbor. Therefore, the elves who live long lives are no strangers to Viken. After the Magic Council learned that he was the Pope, it added a lot of attention.

"Viken's Special Summoning Ritual?" Ferragander narrowed his eyes and gestured his hand. An elf's quaint book flew in front of him.

The number one enemy of the Hateful Sect is the human beings who destroy nature, and the belief base of the God of Truth is also human, so there is no doubt that the Church is the enemy of the Hateful Sect of Nature, and the Southern Church, which has always wanted to encroach on the "Heart of Nature" and completely integrate the elves into the "radiance" of the God of Truth, is a bastard many times more hateful than the Magic Council to the Hateful Sect.

Martha shouted sharply: "Your Excellency Ferragond, don't believe their words, who knows if the Dao is a summoning ceremony written by Pope Viken!

Ferragander flipped through it roughly, and his expression became a little solemn: "Although it is ridiculous and ridiculous, this kind of funny seems mysterious and weird, I have seen "Fable of Pain", and it distorts all the beautiful emotions, and makes people full of pain and hatred. ”

Elves with a long life have read a lot of books, but "Viken's Special Summoning Ritual" is too much like a child's prank, so it has not been taken seriously and paid attention to by them.

Seeing that Ferragond's tone was loose, Alestine flew Martha's music notes to him as well: "Your Excellency Ferragond, you can compare. ”

"Lord Ferragond, they are slandering me!" Martha's lips quivered, repeating over and over again.

"There is a bit of similarity, but there is no problem with Martha's explanation, and it is not wrong to write the essentials of the action in detail. Feragander still subconsciously defended Martha, "You can't accuse her of summoning demons because of this, she is the source of the pollution of the elven tree, and a deeper investigation must be conducted." ”

"Yes, Lord Ferragond, we are only suspicious, and we hope that Madam Martha will cooperate with us in the follow-up investigation. Ellestine breathed a sigh of relief.

Martha shook her head with a lot of movement: "Lord Ferragond, they will falsify evidence, the Natural Balance Faction wants to attack us with the hand of a human!"

Ferragond's face changed, and he pondered for a moment, "Ellersteen, I don't trust humans, so I personally interrogated Martha. ”

A smile suddenly appeared on Martha's face.

And Felipe and Yurisian both felt that it was inappropriate, who knew if Ferragandde was in the same group as Martha?

Ellestine felt that she was about to have a mental breakdown, her side did not trust Ferragond, and Ferragond did not trust humans and the Balance of Nature, so that whatever the outcome of the interrogation, it would not be convincing.

"I took Martha to the Elven Tree for interrogation. "Ferragond made his own decision, and Ellerstin wanted to stop it, but hesitated and didn't know how to speak, but he couldn't say, Lord Ferragond, we are also suspicious of you?

"Wait a minute. At this time, a voice came again in mid-air, and the figures of Lanhill and Atlante slowly appeared, and they rushed back in time!

Lanhill held a "simple short bow" made of twinked branches in his hand, and landed in the center of Feragander and Martha: "Feragand, you are the leader of the Natural Hateful Sect, and you interrogate Martha, I doubt that anything can be interrogated!"

Heidi and Annick secretly exhaled when they saw Atlante returning, they seemed calm before, but it was really terrifying to face a legendary powerhouse, and they felt that if they were not careful, they would be swallowed by nature.

Afrith pulled out a light green fruit from under his belly, stretched out his tongue, and rolled it into his mouth, comforting his wounded soul with delicious food.

Ferragander waited for Lanhill with an angry face: "You suspect that I am the mastermind?"

"It's not about suspicion, it's about avoiding suspicion. Feragand, you don't even understand this, do you?" Lanhill and Feragander had always had a bad relationship, so he spoke aggressively.

Ferragander was silent for a while and said, "Then let Her Majesty the Empress interrogate me, and I don't trust you either." ”

Lanhir didn't mention anything about the Nameless Town, and bowed his head slightly: "Then I'll take Martha to the Elven Tree." ”

Ferragander did not speak, and expressed his displeasure and acquiescence with a cold snort.

Lanhir turned to Martha, "You'll be asked fairly. ”

Hearing this, Martha suddenly let out a crazy laugh, and the patterns on her dark blue skin grew rapidly, instantly covering every inch of her exposed skin. Meantime. Her eyes were bright red, eerie hollow, and demonic scales began to spread from the corners of her eyes to the bottom of the scab.

"Fallen Demon ......" The onlookers were stunned.

"Demon-hating possession?" Felipe whispered.

"Lord Ferragond, run away!" Martha howled bitterly. "They've discovered the secret of the Dance of Vengeance!"

The voice did not fall. Her body swelled and exploded. Countless flesh and blood come like the judgment of death.

Suddenly, dark green vine branches grew on the ground, forming a cage. Trap Martha inside and stop the splatters of flesh.

The vines were torn apart, but Lanhill opened his short bow, aimed at Ferragond, and said word by word: "It is really you!"

"I, Lanhill, you really want to slander me!" Feragonde was shocked just now, and when he came back to his senses, anger swelled up, and hatred overflowed with words.

There seemed to be a complete natural illusion behind Lanhill, condensed into a green light and rested on his bow: "Martha's last words have exposed you! Moreover, it is you who ordered the blockade of the town of the Nameless, and the demon-possessed elves in the town are also the natural haters who follow you, if it weren't for this, we wouldn't have returned in such a hurry!"

"The evidence from the human mage is so clear, Feragand, what else do you have to say, why do you want to turn your back on everyone, why do you want to pollute the elven tree?"

The surrounding elves were unable to adapt to such changes, and they were all stunned, unable to believe that the culprit of everything was Lord Ferragond.

And hearing the words "evidence investigated by human magicians", Ferragander glanced at Atlante, Felipe and others with hatred, only to feel that the emotions in his heart were difficult to restrain himself, and the hatred accumulated over the past few hundred years completely exploded: "It turns out that you want to get rid of me!"

"I'm going to see Her Majesty the Empress......" Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly found that his body was abnormal, and the hatred seemed to have condensed into substance, and dark green scales began to grow on his skin.

"No!" cried out Feragande bitterly.

Ellerstin and the other elves shook their heads sluggishly: "Fallen demonization...... Devil Projection ...... It's really His Excellency Ferragand......"

Lanhill said coldly: "Ferragond, accept the trial!"

As soon as he let go of his hand, the condensed green light shot out, and the natural cycle of brewing, growing, spreading, vigorous, warm, decaying, decaying, burying, and brewing seemed to be contained in this arrow, and the surrounding vibrant green suddenly faded all brilliance.

At this moment, Ferragond was disgusted by nature!

Unprepared, Ferragond was shot directly by this arrow, and immediately the front and back holes opened, and green branches grew out of his flesh.

Yes!

Ferragander screamed again, his voice unconsciously carrying a strong hatred, so his body was blurred and completely expanded, and all the branches turned into strange dead vines stained with flesh and blood, and attacked Lanhir, Atlante and the others in turn.

This forest suddenly became a ball of flesh!

Heidi and the others were unharmed by Atlante's legendary magical defenses, but when the flesh disappeared, they found that Ferragander and Lanhill were gone.

"Rest assured, Lord Lanhill will be able to capture the Ferragond Pavilion...... He's a revenge hunter, and he's the best at tracking. Ellerstine's face was very sad and relieved to the other elves.

............

Mortally wounded, Feragander fled in panic from his natural abode to the forest near the chasm of the abyss, found a hidden cave to hide, quickly healed himself, and tried to eliminate demonic projections from his body.

"How so?" he shook his head in disbelief, "What am I going to demonize?"

"For what, for what!"

Under the influence of hatred, he had difficulty controlling his emotions.

"Because you learned the dance of revenge, because you are full of hatred. A cold voice sounded at the entrance of the cave.

"Lanhill!" Ferragander was about to resist, but found that his strength could not extend outward when he fought against the devil's projection, and his body became weak, unless he gave up his mind and let the devil rule everything.

He leaned against the mountain wall, looked at Lanhill who strolled in, watched his long golden hair shine in the sun, and said in frustration, resentment and confusion: "For what, for what?"

Lanhill looked at the position of the sun and smiled, "There is still a while, and when the plan over there is successfully completed, the matter will be successful." ”

"Over there?" Ferragond hurried to eliminate the devil's projection, for the legendary powerhouse, there will be no such thing as being difficult to extricate himself from once he is projected - before giving up his mind.

............

"When the plan is successfully completed, everything will go according to our expectations. The human-faced goat smirked as he saw Malfurion and the two Legends flying over.

The vicious dog head roared in a low voice: "I just want to eat them, but unfortunately, I must pretend to fail and escape!"

"It's at a distance, ready to attack!" When fighting, the head of the human-faced goat will never argue with the head of the vicious dog, so as not to be able to exert its full strength.

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly saw the young man in a long black double-breasted dress, with a silver-white pocket watch in his right hand, and a thin bracelet attached to the button, glowing with a faint light, and the sound of ticking could be heard clearly even from such a distance.

"Is this?" the smile of the human-faced goat froze.

"Whatever it is!" The head of the vicious dog made the entire blood-colored plain boil, endless blood gushed out of the dirt, drops of filthy rain and blood-colored dust fell, and its body swelled rapidly, as if it was facing the blood-colored sun in the sky!

Then they heard a crisp "click". (To be continued......)

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