Tick, tick, tick.

The elf girl walks in the underground waterway with the white river in her arms, and the top of the underground water drip foul of foul water.

The elven girl in the state of dominating humans showed a look of displeasure, and it was clear that something in her nature had begun to resist the confinement of the mind.

Shirakawa silently closed his sense of smell, for him this could be done without spells, Jonk Valage looked serious, and he couldn't tell that just a few minutes ago he had been ruthlessly intimidating a poor old man in a dying state, and he couldn't tell that he was still on the verge of collapse a little earlier.

Kill that bitch.

The thought now took over all of Jonker's mind, and he found thousands of damned reasons for this woman in his mind, from a lover he didn't know existed, to the wild seed in his belly, and of course, the endless squeezing and striking at him for a long time.

The blow began when the woman entered the mansion and reached its peak until she became pregnant, until he was confined to the small manor completely.

Now it's time for you to die.

Jonk Valage's monstrous resentment was directed at the woman he had never met a few times, and all the resentment about his future and prospects was invested in that woman.

Be sure to take revenge.

Jonk calculated the distance and reached the sewer directly through teleportation, at this point in time, what happened in the manor was far from enough to reach here, and by taking a time difference and killing this bitch, he could arrange the follow-up more calmly.

If you don't get rid of this bitch, things will be much more troublesome after that.

The madness and hysteria in his heart turned into a detached calmness at this moment, and after a while, countless plans came to his mind, and there was a score of what to do later, but the premise was that the woman died quickly enough, preferably silently.

No, if the spells in the Domination series work properly, then killing her directly may not be the best option.

Thinking about the gains and losses, Jonk Valech thought with a cold expression, he looked at the white dragon, and in his strange mental state, he began to ponder some questions, such as how to use him.

The power of this white dragon is undoubtedly powerful, it is obvious that he has graduated from Yaba, this is less than five years, and some of the information exposed in the battle just now made his heart tremble.

Crowd rage,The effect of this spell is still secondary.,The main message is that it's a seven-ring spell.。

In five years, he went from a rookie to a high-level wizard who could cast the Seven Rings spell.

Jonker was shocked, he didn't know that he might be the first human in Antas to witness the Wizard's Way of the White River from scratch, but he knew that the speed was terrifying.

It would take an average of twenty or thirty years for an average wizard to complete such a long journey with enough talent and a sufficient backstage (to avoid becoming a scroll machine and miscellaneous workers).

Even so, among the more than 300 officially named wizards in the entire Northland Mage Alliance, there are only about 20 high-level wizards who can cast the Seven Rings spell, whether it is a researcher or a battle mage, all of them are the elite of the elite.

The white dragon in front of him has such a level of spell casting, and then recalling the process of the manor battle, although the memory is slightly blurred when he is controlled by the instruction, but some details still make Jonk feel a little frightened, this white dragon's spell level is no longer as mediocre as he can measure.

Since he came into contact with the arcane, Jonk knows that his talent is worth lamenting, even if he exhausts his mind, the information above the fourth ring of the magic net is like a book of heaven to him, even if it is the information of the third ring of the arcane, he can't understand all of them, and the few three-ring spells he has learned are based on incomplete understanding and repeated experiments, and he can't understand many of the contents of the base spell, and he can cast the spell successfully, relying on the intuitive reflex formed by repeated practice.

This means that Jonk Valech's magical talent ends here, and he may be able to get away with studying a few four-ring arcane arts, but in the wizarding community, he is destined to become the cornerstone of the middle and lower classes.

Jonk was often so jealous of his peers and mentors that he gritted his teeth, but he would get tired when he was jealous, and now he looked at the white dragon in front of him with only fear and amazement in his heart.

With his own level and intelligence, can he use this cunning evil dragon at will?

Jonk Varech has a little sober realization, maybe this is not enough.

What will happen to the accomplices of this dragon?

In any case, he wants to get what he wants.

Jonk Valech's eyebrows furrowed, and his eyes showed determination.

Just as he was thinking a lot, Bai He grabbed him, almost pulling him to a stumbling side, he glanced at Bai He strangely, only to see Bai He point to the hole on the side of the sewer and lightly activate the magic item.

Staff - Silence

Scrolls – Invisible Orbs

Jonk Valech's heart suddenly, but he saw a few ragged people over there going in and out of that place with their heads down, the white dragon pulled him close to the room, the invisible magic ball and the silence spell completely concealed their existence, Bai He carefully observed these people, and saw that although their clothes were ragged, the shape of their clothes was somewhat uniform, all of them were tattered red hoods and black undershirts, with ragged cloth cloaks.

Noticing the way these people were dressed, Jonk suddenly whispered, "The Eternal Sleepers, they are the believers of the Eternal Sleepers. ”

"What is the Eternal Sleeper?" asked Shirakawa curiously.

"A ......" Jonk shuddered, "an ancient god, I have seen this code name in the Book of Gods and local history, and his real name has long since disappeared. Wait, don't look at them. ”

"Hmm?" Bai He turned around: "What is the point of this god?"

"You can't read their lips, you can't hear the name of this deity, or you'll get his attention. ”

"Isn't it scary?" the white dragon was puzzled.

"According to some legends, he was the chief god of a certain god system and one of the ancestors of mankind, but he was defeated in an ancient war and sealed somewhere in the material world. Jonke said: "His divine power is still there, if he pays attention to it, he will definitely be tempted by him." ”

"This plot ...... Could it be that this group of grandsons wants to rescue him?" Bai Long was a little curious, he was indifferent to this kind of gods and ghosts on earth, but it was very interesting to him in this world.

"Yes, many people have been summoned by him, and they are said to be humanoids with the blood of his descendants, and this church has activities all over Antas, hell...... How did they come to the north again? Jonker Valech was in a cold sweat: "Is it that bitch...... No, no, it's a little farther from there, and that bitch doesn't necessarily have the guts, but ......"

A gloomy look suddenly appeared on his face.

"But what?" Bai He thought for a moment, and he sneered, "Isn't it just that you want to splash this puddle of dirty water on that woman? This is a good way, as long as this basin of dirty water is splashed, you and your father have a good chance of getting back together, isn't it?"

Jonk Varech was stunned as if he had been hit with a hammer, and Shirakawa shook his head, not knowing whether he should appreciate or scoff at the thought.

"Maybe so. Jonke's expression twisted a few times, and finally revealed a miserable expression: "No matter what, I want to get the knighthood, I must not lose it, you can rest assured, Mr. Long, I will not interfere with the future plan, I only hope, I only hope that everyone can be satisfied......"

He muttered something he didn't believe himself, but the mocking smile on Bai He's face became more and more obvious.

This secret den of the cult was very interesting to Bai He, and although he didn't use his eyes to see it, he could also detect a strange vibration of the source force, although this vibration came from the magic net, but it showed a completely different characteristic from magic, and even different from the current magic arts.

He was a little interested, but he didn't have any plans to go deeper, but began to think about how to use this sudden phenomenon to make things more artistic.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps in the distance, and a man dressed in a samurai costume sneakily walked down from the entrance of the tunnel.

When Jonker saw this person, his eyes widened, his expression suddenly became angry, he breathed heavily, and pointed his finger at him: "That's right, it's this guy, the chief guard of the mansion, Bosjie, he is the most loyal lackey of that bitch, and the squire my father gave me was the one he led people to secretly drive away, you see, where can this still show that they have nothing to do with each other, they are obviously colluded." ”

White River shrugged and pressed Jonker. He made a gesture, and the two-sided silent barrier became one-way, and a voice from outside came in.

This Bosjie met with a cultist who wore a head ring under his red hood and a ring of gold thread embroidered in the center of his rag cloak.

They greeted each other, and the captain of the guard looked at the believers who were assembling and said to the believers with a very unhappy expression: "How did you do this? Why did you start the assembly at this time, if it is discovered, it will be difficult for me to do it." ”

"Hmm~ My compatriot Bosjie, I also want to ask, how did you do it?" the cultist let out a strange laugh, this hehe laughter was mixed with some strange ethereal voice, although it was not unpleasant, but it gave people a very uncomfortable feeling.

"The grand ceremony is just a few days away, and you haven't gotten the most critical permits yet, if our people can't"

"There are no good excuses, no special permission, and she is wary. Bosjie's face was depressed: "Unfortunately, I have done my best. ”

He was tall and mighty, and his expression was not entirely the roughness of a northern man, or rather, in most parts of Antas, he could be called handsome.

Judging from his majestic and upright temperament alone, it is estimated that no one will associate him with secret societies or cult members at first sight.

Perhaps, of course, that they do not consider themselves cults.

"What's the problem of excuses? The point is, you've been close to the woman for more than a year, and you haven't even gotten your hands on her, and as long as you've achieved that, one or two special permits are a problem, and the effect of this ritual is so magnificent, that if you want to go on without error, the guards of the day must be our men, so that you can delay enough time. ”

"I'm sorry, Bishop, but she's so loyal to the Lord of the City that I can't do to distract her from this. The Bosjie Captain knelt down.

Bai He sneered silently and glanced at Young Master Jonker, who had an ugly expression.

"In any case, Bosjie, my compatriot, three days before the ceremony begins, you must get special permission, for the sake of our great cause, as long as the father's elect can succeed, all the sacrifices will be worth it, by the way, if the ordinary offensive does not work, then you can use this. The Bishop pulled out a dirty badge and handed it over: "This badge can penetrate all magical shield effects that are not protected by the father, and achieve the effect of charm, but you have to be careful! It can only be used once." Every wisp of my father's strength was hard-won, and for him, we paid for the lives of several of our compatriots!"

"Thank you...... Thank you Great Father for your trust. Bosjie knelt down to receive the badge, and he was moved to tears, threw himself to the ground, and sang with the bishop: "For—"

Shirakawa turned around with Jonker and re-sealed the Silent Barrier so as not to hear the name of the old god.

Jonk took a few repeated breaths with a complicated expression, watching the chief of the Bosjie guard and the strange bishop go to worship like a great god, he followed Baihe far away from the church's actions, and said viciously: "Fake, he must be lying." ”

"Whether it's true or not, this at least provides a perfect opportunity to splash dirty water, we can make the job more beautiful, can't we?" The white dragon sneered and dropped a spell disk, it clanged and fell to the ground, and after it was flattened, a portal opened, and in the distant dragon's lair, S1 summoned the Yin Spirit, and the fish appeared in Bai He's body through the flashing rudimentary teleportation array.

Jonker was stunned to see the twenty-four horrible spirits that could be called terrifying by their magical powers—in the process of building their nests for several months, the spirits had not stopped transforming themselves, their spiritual structure was more reasonable and strong, and their resistance to the carrying capacity of thought and magic was stronger. The ghosts are now able to cast the seventh ring's necromancy and confusion control spells, and they also have all kinds of super magic skills, and the level of these two aspects alone is much stronger than that of Bai He.

Jonker's heart trembled several times, and he became even more afraid of Bai He's power, he watched these ghosts compress their bodies and attach themselves to Bai He's body, took a deep breath, and pointed in a direction: "Dragon, Mr. Long, there is a secret passage leading to the atrium, he has not been sealed yet, we need to do it as soon as possible." According to the plan, those dens of hers should also be prepared. ”

Bai He nodded, and with a slight wave of his hand, one figure after another left his body.