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The followers of Nielon were not like their gods, who were quick to speak and do. Before they act, they also prayed and put themselves in a sacred position to crusade against their enemies.

“...... We step over the precipices of thorns, follow the beacon of order, face evil without fear, and stain our hands with blood without hesitation. For we go straight to the sword of ritual, whether it is the abyss or the trench, whether it is a volcano or a glacier, the faith of our Lord is never hindered, and the noble admonition will walk with the earth, as with the heavens. ”

After praying, the two half-elves drew their weapons. And Vlamir, who was sleepy, opened his eyes and asked in a sleepwalking tone: "It's finally over, what a long foreplay." I said that the believers of your Lord of Rituals don't need lubrication to shoot cannons, this has the moisturizing ointment produced by the Temple of the Fire Lady Shini, which is smooth and cool, and has an aphrodisiac effect, as long as 2oo gold coins......"

All the preparations of the firm mind were in vain, and the enraged elf swung his sword forward to cut the evil eye in two.

Several feathered arrows came one after another, all deflected by the invisible stance energy, and flew past the Demon Eye.

"Sure enough, it was you who teamed up with the faithless princess to plant the temple!"

Vlamir twisted: "Ah, yes, I'll be embarrassed to praise people like this, anyway, don't you really want to lubricate, I can discount it." In case it tastes bad, look at this thin rubber sleeve ......"

The two elves have a clear division of labor, one close and one remote. The sword-wielding elves who rushed forward were trained by rangers and were extremely agile, with a short sword in their left hand like a poisonous snake spitting letters, thornily pulling from the bottom to the top, and the right hand, full of barbs and sharp claws, hid at the waist.

Vlamir sputtered nonsense, white fluorescent tentacles twisting around the hilt. "I'm here to cheer you up. The white tentacles shimmered, and tiny electric snakes crackled and passed along the dagger.

The elf shuddered, and green smoke came out of his head. The elves in the distance shouted the name of the god, and a healing light fell on the former's head. The shock subsided, and he immediately stretched out his right claw and dug into Vlamir's big eye.

A yellow tentacle slashed its head and face at the elf, and the sword-wielding elf stretched out its claws to grab it, trying to keep the magic eye from moving, and then was shot. The yellow light spread, and the elf felt slippery on its claws, and its tentacles slipped out.

Seeing that the other two tentacles also leaned over, the sword-wielding elf had no choice but to retreat, and then looked at the right claw, and it was the acid that was slippery, strongly corroding the scales of the palm, and emitting a pungent smoke.

"You see, the lubrication effect is quite good, and it is guaranteed that the cannon friend is cool and wah-wah. ”

The elf moved faster than the Demon Eye, and after retreating to the range where the tentacles could not reach, the sword-wielding elf used healing spells to heal the wound, blessed himself with [Resistance to Acid Energy], [Resistance to Lightning Energy], and swung the sword to fight again.

The elves in the back don't seem to have the skills of a partner, he is a priest by training, and simply concentrates on assisting and healing. He used the second-level divine skill [Psionic Weapon] to summon a pair of bows and arrows, floating in the air, and constantly firing automatically. Then with a finger, the negative energy ray transformed into a huge terrifying skeleton, hoping to put the MONOCULUS in a state of terror.

The three views of the soul derived from the alien crystal wall system are distorted, and the use of ordinary methods to test the strange nerves of the magic eye is obviously ineffective.

"I said you guys are so heavy, I have a full set of abuse tools, and I only charge 998 ......" Vlamir, who ignored the [Horror Technique], changed his tentacles, and a flame and ice made the elves extremely painful.

The four tentacles of the MONOCULUS Supervisor are equipped with fire, ice, acid, and lightning energy. The power is not very great, and it must be touched by the attack in order to touch the energy. Originally, he was positioned as the casting assistant and butler of Lezatos, and when the golden dragon enchanted weapons in batches, he could save spell slots. Even a legendary mage can only enchant a few dozen items per day in spell slots.

So there is Vlamir, in the center of his big eyeball body, there is a piece of the Heavenly Mountain Mage Workshop that imitates the Nether Energy Core, which can provide an endless stream of energy. Although it is not enough to create an arcane miracle like the Floating City, it is really overkill to let the MONOCULUS infinitely use low-level spells.

The two elves are bruised by the ever-changing energy damage, but the annoying thing about fighting the Priest is that they can always heal themselves, and they can convert damage or other types of magic into healing.

A long tug-of-war began. The protective energy shield on the elf's body absorbed too much damage and broke one after another. When there were only a few healing spells left, they were now at a disadvantage in the consumption of the MONOCULUS. They don't have a divine infusion like the chief priest, they are just low-level priests, and their divine skills are only level 3, and they are quickly consumed.

Vlamir touched the sword wound in his jaw, cried out in pain, and cried for a price increase. That was the only damage MONOCULUS had ever suffered.

Two strange elf killers, who have received divine grace but can't even see the face of the princess. One glance at each other, there is no despair and sorrow, only anger and fanaticism.

The priest, who had been using the divine aid, chanted the praise of the Lord of the Rites, and then asked his companions to cut off their arms. The latter put the section under his ribs and used the third-level divine technique [Limb Fusion], and soon a strange four-armed half-elf appeared.

The wounded, who had lost too much blood, fell to the ground, dying. The four-armed elf threw the sword directly, and the dark green flames loomed, and the muscles and flesh were tangled.

Seeing that the enemy was desperate, Vlamir also put away his playful expression and took the initiative to rush forward, waving his tentacles.

The four arms clutched the tentacles, and they refused to let go of the demon's energy. When he was wrestling, a sense of crisis made the pupils of the magic eye constrict.

Vlamir did not hesitate to use the unused quasi-spell [Wall of Strength] behind his back!

The black steel dagger infused with divine magic slashed at the invisible wall, bursting with a string of blue-white sparks of power. Unlike the first two, the third elf who had been hiding was trained as an orthodox assassin, hiding and holding his breath, waiting for the moment to kill with one blow.

The Assassin walked around the Wall of Strength, his palm, which glowed black and red, and slapped it on the back of the Eye. The surging negative energy rushed into the alchemy body, and if it was an ordinary living creature, it would be dissipated from its vitality and turn into a blue-black dried corpse.

The negative energy and the arcane core of the magic eye collided with each other, and the assassin was blown up and slapped against the wall of power. A huge hole was torn open in Vlamir's back, and flesh and blood flew out.

"Ahh

The Demon Eye was provoked to rage, glaring viciously at the four-armed elf who refused to let go. He smiled and said, "After the master gave me life, I begged him to say, how can the real tentacle god cult use slender limbs like glow sticks, real men must have sticky and thick weapons, and it is best to take them by surprise." So, the master attached a fifth energy tentacle to me......"

Before he finished speaking, in the elf's frightened gaze, the magic eye stretched out its tongue as wide as a shield and wrapped it around his head at once.

[Vampire Touch]!

The elf's life force was quickly drained and drained, and the wound on Vlamir's back healed automatically. Throwing down the withered, deformed corpse, MONOCULUS turned and looked unkindly at the elven assassin.

The Assassin tried to run, but Vlamir appeared again with a wall of power, two walls that squeezed the elves in the center, like a taxidermy of insects.

The tentacles poked in the elf's face through the wall, and Vlamir gritted his teeth and said, "You ruined my record of 'conquering everything', for real men, Ju Bang is the biggest shame, how to concoct you?"

The pressed and motionless elf showed a difficult look of contempt. Then call out the name of the god of Nielon.

Vlamir and Lesatos have a psychic connection, and he already knows how the Lord of the Rites appears. Suddenly seeing the assassin's reaction, he gasped, how far he could run with teleportation.

At the same moment, the golden dragon confronted Nieron, his body burst, and his blood turned into rune threads, enveloping a piece of space in Lezatos, banning the space spell.

And the Assassin Elves were glowing, and Nierron's projection shifted here. Directly shattered the wall of power, then caught up with Vlamir and slashed down with a sword.

"Bloodline Transfer!" Lezatos uses a special ability. When he first created Zào Vlamir, he was mixed with his own flesh and blood, so the master and servant could swap places once a day.

MONOCULUS's body swelled and grew suddenly, and within seconds it turned into Lesatoth, and the elf's slash was blocked by the spell. And above the messy forest, Vlamir pulled out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat that did not exist. "It's so dangerous, I almost got blown up. ”

......

"Your plan has failed, Lord of the Rituals. Pretending to hold me back, he actually used the body of a believer to transfer and personally erase Drusilia. Should I praise you for your decisiveness or despise your self-surrender and personal interference with everything. ”

Nielon had anger burning in his eyes, intending to lose the believer and kill the crooked golden dragon as well.

"It's best not to do it, this is not far from Drusilia, and it's also on the edge of the forest, don't you want to be seen by humans and princesses, the high elf god is beaten by me? ”

"What do you want?"

"I am a businessman, and I pursue harmony and make money. I know that even if I stop you this time, I won't be able to stop you next time. If you ignore the elven division and directly exterminate the royal family of Garanord, I will have no money to make. You and I are not lowly and chaotic demons, why don't we follow the way of the order camp and have a game of gamble. ”

Nielon bowed his head and said nothing, he didn't know the purpose of the golden dragon's visit, but it was certainly not simply to ask for money. He can say that he has exhausted all his means, but he still hasn't done anything to the golden dragon, and if he takes it any further, it will be the end of the jade burning.

"How to bet?"

Lezatos smiled, a game within the rules was much better than a game outside the rules, and he had a way to keep the situation under control.

"It's this rescue of the Elves of the Blood Exhaustion Castle, and my spokesperson has already brought out the magic goods. You also find a spokesperson, and if you can stop Drusilia, or kill her, even if I lose, I will leave the Sarafur plane. If the rescue is successful, you swear by the River Styx that you will not interfere with anything in the Tia Forest. ”

Nielon weighed it and said, "Okay, but I'm going to add a little more." If you lose, you will leave all your possessions to my church. If I lose, I won't do it directly against the royal family. ”

This condition is obviously not equal, and Nielon does not do it directly, which means that it can be done through the temple of guò. However, Lesatos agreed, as long as the god did not lift the table and ruin the plan.

"That's it. You see, I've picked a spokesperson for you. ”

Lezatos threw the pike at the Lord of the Rituals.

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