Even though there was a safe enough distance between the two sides, when Green looked in the direction of the two necromancers, the two couldn't help but shudder, as if they were being targeted by the Knights of Justice in Tyr, and almost subconsciously wanted to escape.

"Let's go, our goal is to collect negative energy, and we can't do anything to prioritize retreat. The older bald mage reached out and released a humanskin scroll and opened a portal at his side, and before he left, he was about to be found by the "elf"-like figure in the tree.

"Stealing souls, believing in the original darkness...... It turns out that you are all users of the Shadow Net. ”

The bald mage was startled, and as soon as his left foot moved, the portal in front of him was twisted into a chaotic magical element by a cluster of green vines spreading out of the void, "Who!"

"If you don't mind, you can call me the Maker of Sweet Dreams, Green Visaonovich, the most loyal son of the King, and the most fanatical purveyor of the King's name. ”

The bald mage looked at the thumb-sized figure on the petals in front of him, and the thumb of his left hand couldn't help but press on a purple ring on his little finger, the body of this guy who claimed to be Grimm was still slowly walking here in the field, and the casting method of such a long-distance phantom was not unimaginably superb, but this kind of quiet, imperceptible precision spell casting technique had to make them fight with twelve points of spirit- After all, the powerful power possessed by the black dragon who created this Green is too shocking, changing the terrain and shaping the environment with words, and creating such a magical creation that I don't know what it is.

"Your Excellency Green. The bald mage held his staff and showed great humility, "We have no intention of offending the great ruler of the Black Dragon Lord, since the negative energy aura of this place has been washed away by the powerful Natural Calamity, we will leave this place, and no one except the two of us will know about what happened to Your Excellency the Natural Calamity here." ”

"I haven't asked for the names of the two yet. Green smiled softly at the projection on the petals, "Don't worry, I don't use that kind of method of casting spells on names, it's just pure etiquette." ”

The two looked at each other, and the bald mage was silent for a moment before introducing himself, "You can call me Sholton, Sulton Ben. ”

"You can call me Festrice Shudy. ”

"Sherton and Festris, I ought to have thanked them for their cooperation, but a few of the discerning fellows over there were rushing over to disturb us, so we had to do it first. The green projection on the petals made a noble etiquette with regret, "But don't worry, you will be a part of everyone's childhood in the kingdom of the king, thank you again for your selfless dedication." ”

"What do you mean, what did you do!" The bald mage couldn't help but howl at first, "Why did I break off my connection with the Shadow Net?!I can't betray the Night Lady's faith, what the hell have you done to us!"

"Go in peace, the names Sulton and Festrist will live on in the kingdom of kings. Grimm, who had revealed his true form, put away the quill in his hand and gently closed the brown book with a blank cover, and the smooth lines of "Evil Necromancer and Shepherdess Wanda" could be faintly seen on the flashing page.

"In the name of Grimm the Dreamweaver, I inform you that the contract has been made. ”

Green bent down slightly, dozens of fluorescent clusters the size of human heads emerged from the void, and these little ones who kept laughing flew up and down, surrounding the two who had lost their ability to cast spells, and the undulating laughter of children continued to sound around them like the prayers of a uniform believer, and in less than a moment, the two necromancers lost even the strength to curse loudly.

"Go, there I seem to hear the cry of the lost lamb. Green glanced in the direction the demons had departed, pulled open a portal and led the fluorophore into it.

As soon as Green left, a few rays of light and shadow from afar roared into this emerging green field.

"This is ......," said the Grand Druid of Nubien, standing on the edge of the pit, stunned at the tree that gave birth to Grimm.

"Lady Dorothea, have you found anything?" asked the resolute-faced paladin in a low voice. He also noticed the transformation of the land, but after all, he was not a spellcaster, and he was not as sensitive to some details as Druid Dorothea.

"Half of the negative energy aura on the ground of Horntod's territory has been cleared, and this field ...... It's quirky. Dorothea, dressed in simple coarse cloth clothes, raised her hand and released two flesh detection magics, "Sure enough, everything here has been recreated by people using magic, I don't feel any natural will here, and the plants are very slow to respond, and I can't find any information about the caster." ”

"Don't you have any information?" The holy warriors led by him had a serious expression, they were a high-level professional team that had gone out to explore the Nimu River Valley, and they had already communicated with the volunteer teams of all parties on the way here, and they could confirm that no one other than them was here, who would spend thankless effort to purify this place at such a critical juncture?

Dorothea squatted on the ground and observed for a while, then uprooted a small red flower and shook her head: "No, it's not without a little information, judging from the announcement of the Shepherd Order some time ago, this strange plant with a round shape and a sweet fragrance of flower wine has only appeared in one place. ”

"Lunt Collar may be in big trouble. The female druid frowned and said word by word: "This round-leaved plant can only be created by the natural calamity that dares to be the enemy of the gods, and it is a magical creation that he and the heretical druids who follow him." ”

The Black Dragon Collar wants to intervene in the Lunte Collar.

This is a topic that makes people laugh, and the scene is cold for a while. The royal power that rules the realm is in a turbulent period of alternation between the old and the new, and demons have invaded the land from the abyss, and the great Lord of Firemane has ......

"Report the news, whether it's the heretic druid of the Black Dragonlord or 'he' coming here, it's not something a few of us can handle. The paladin couldn't help but touch the dim lion badge on his chest, and prayed in a low voice, "The Lord is with us." ”

......

Lin Ze's influence in the Horn Todd Territory was quickly transmitted to the upper echelons of the Nubien Church, and after feeling the hostility in the dark, a series of dispatches were transmitted from the upper echelons of the Nubien Church, and for a while, the entire turbulent and hidden Lunte Territory became more and more noisy.

However, it had little to do with the fact that he had brought in a group of playful Grimm, who was now wearing a bard costume to help build a fence in a pioneer village that had just escaped the scourge.