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Drusilia drew her dagger and threw it at Ramsile, and with a snort, it should have hit, but the guy outside didn't make a sound. To the princess's astonishment, the dim eyes were strangely crooked, gradually turning from horizontal to vertical, and then with a gac, her neck broke.

A pair of powerful palms appeared on either side of the skull, and Ramsile's face was revealed, dragging the severed corpse into the shadows.

"Where have you gone?" said Drusilia, angry and anxious.

The ranger touched the shoe prints on his face and said angrily, "I was about to jump into the gate when a powerful kick kicked me out, and I had to risk climbing over the wall with a hook." ”

Drusilia was stunned, and seemed to jump by herself...... The princess blushed and said, "I'm sorry, I was reckless." ”

"Don't talk about this, have you found a place?"

"Our location is northeast and the largest house is one basement. But the house is surrounded by open fields, and there are arrow towers, which cannot be sneaked into. ”

Ramsileh pondered for a moment and said, "Let's click on the available equipment." After saying that, he untied his longbow. "I still have 7o feather arrows in my True Face quiver, including 2 [Origin Arrows], 5 [Sleepy Arrows], and 1 [Howling Arrow]. [Advanced Demonic Weapon Oil], [Giant Stag Beetle Talisman]. ”

"I have a [Level 3 Monster Summoning] scroll here, 2 [Percussion] scrolls, and only 1 bottle of [Vaporized Form] left in the potion. [Fireball Necklace] 1 string [Jumping Tribulus Bag], and the all-important teleportation compass. ”

Ramsileh picked up the summoning scroll and said, "Come, come on." ”

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At the same moment, in the office of the Bloodburned Castle Tower, the head of the fortress's defense, the senior deacon of the Earbreaker Guild, Moffettin, was saying in a mocking tone, "You want me to hand over the goods as bait?

The old man sitting across from Murphytin's desk was none other than the immortal dogfish. He looked a little less sleek and a little more fierce. With an order that he could not disobey, he retrieved his team and rushed back to the Bloody Castle. The unnamed elven god gives him power, but it also has side effects. For example, in the face of Moffettin's taunts, a wave of anger welled up from the depths of his soul, wanting to turn the hateful guy in front of him into ashes.

The dogfish rubbed his eyes, took a deep breath to suppress his anger, and said, "It's just a temporary loan." I assure you, old man, this is no trickery. Two magic-wielding elves are heading here. And the power I gained in the forest, you can't imagine. Dogfish glared at his old rival and friend, who was about the same age as him.

Moffitine has been dealing with dogfish for 2o years, and I have never felt that his eyes are so sharp, and he almost wants to light it. The owner of the Blood Exhaustion Fort pretended to pick up a piece of paper, blocking the enthusiastic gaze. "Ha, I said last time that a dragon flew by, what do you all think of me, a deacon who is so greedy that he burns his brain? What's the point of talking nonsense with me now, don't tell me that you have magic too, Dogfish ** Master......"

Murphytin looked at Wen Jiàn in front of him absentmindedly, and didn't take a word to heart. Suddenly, there was a dark green dot in the center of the text, and the dot became larger and larger, and the green flame spread. The deacon threw Wen Jiàn out with a strange scream, and before he could hit the ground, he turned to ashes, and the house was filled with the smell of burning sulfur.

"You ......" Murphylin looked at the dogfish in disbelief, a dark green flame burning in the old man's pupils. The dogfish turned his gaze to the lace around the deacon's neck, and popped into flames.

"Stop, stop!" Murphytin screamed to stop.

The pike closed its eyes and the flames vanished.

The deacon of the Bloody Castle tore off his scorched coat, and his voice trembled with joy: "What is this? Where did you get it? Did you meet that dragon? How much does this power cost......

"Your greed disgusts me, old man. The slave catcher's voice was even lower, and the chaotic ** came to his heart. "Cooperate with me, and I will sue you, for fear that you will not dare to ask for it then. ”

"No problem!" Murphytin's face turned red, as excited as if he had taken half a bucket of aphrodisiacs. "The elves in the castle are all at your disposal, but you must tell the news first!"

Kill him! Burn him to ashes! Let his greed go to hell......

Angry shouts echoed in his ears, and the dogfish grinded his teeth and decided to rip off one of his arms, so that the "cooperation" would be more positive.

At this moment, there was a commotion outside, with roars, screams, and the noise of broken wood mingling. The dogfish walked up to the window and looked down to see a giant elk on a rampage. It's 3 Sami tall and runs with a bang. The horns on his head were hideously twisted, his eyes were blood-red, and he resisted a guard, and his neck was thrown violently, tearing it in half.

Dogfish sneered: "Earlier than I expected, bolder." Then I won't need you, Muffettin. After saying that, he slammed the door and went out, the elf's target was only the cell, and he could wait there.

"What, that deer...... Come back!I'll agree with whatever you say, tell me the news, old friend will come back!" Murphytin's tone was poignant, his position as senior deacon was shaky, and a large group of wolf cubs stared at the fat shortage of the Blood Exhaustion Castle.

The last time the dragon kidnapped a slave and became an attack on him within the guild. In order to maintain his prestige, Murphylin tried his best to mobilize all his connections, jumping up and down to push the Southeastern Alliance to rush forward, hoping to use a large amount of goods to save his position, but the result was also a failure.

He was at the end of his rope, and soon he would be removed from his current power, and the nobles, who had lost a lot of their private soldiers, would swallow him alive. But the dogfish ignited the last ray of hope, as long as he could master the magic, even if he could only light a piece of paper, he was sure to fool the big nobles, and even the royal family, and turn into a "Murphytin Sage".

Biting his fingers as he paced around the room, he was thinking about how to blackmail the dogfish. When Murphytin heard someone enter the house, he immediately rejoiced and said, "I knew you would turn around......

Ramsile's sword was pointed in the center of Moffettin's eyebrows, his expression grim and ruthless, and after Druhiria behind him confirmed that there was no one in the aisle, he locked the door.

"What's your favorite finger?" asked the Ranger.

The deacon swallowed, he knew that this was a common deterrent, and he said that whichever one he liked, he would be cut off, and the consequences of not answering would be worse.

"Little, little finger. ”

The Ranger raised his sword and slashed his right hand except for his little finger, pinching his throat and muffling the screams. "Since you don't like anything else, I'll be kind enough to help you. ”

Moffettin was so pained that he almost went into shock, and it took him a long time to tremble and say, "What do you want?"

"Where are our compatriots?"

"There are more than 20 underground prisons in the center. ”

"Bring all the slave hunters out of the fort. ”

"How is it possible, those slave traders don't belong directly to me, I can't adjust!"

"Okay. Ramsilele sighed and said, "Let me put it another way, which one do you like best?"

Murphytin almost cried: "I can! I can, just let me say two words by the window, and never shout." ”

Ramsilele escorted him to the window, and the deacon of the Bloody Fort shouted to the guards below: "You pigs! Damn the fools of the woods! Leave the deer alone, I see the elves fleeing from the outer fort, inform all the slave traders!"

Ramsilele whispered, "Two elves, a man and a woman. ”

"Two elves, a man and a woman, are about to run away, they are injured, chase after them!"

"Yes, sir. The people below responded.

"Is that okay?" Murphytin turned his head and saw Ramsile's throat sealing sword, and immediately fell to the ground and convulsed.

The ranger wiped the blood and turned back to the princess and said, "Let's go, the elk can fool the guards, but it certainly can't fool the dogfish." Now that this guy is covering, the Dogfish should also be transferred away. ”

Drusilia looked at the table full of letters, almost all of which now mentioned the golden dragon, and it seemed that the owner of the Blooddepleted Fortress was gathering information from the Flame Mage.

"Look at this, it's from the westernmost country of Salaphor, and the Lava Mountains to the north, and the Confederation. Mentioned above...... Oh my God, the Flame Mage seems to have flown around Salaphim for a full circle before settling in the forest, and the whole of Sarafur has seen him!"

"What's strange, businessman, to be famous. Let's go, time is pressing. Ramsilele urged the princess to leave, and as soon as the two elves left, only the dying Murphytin remained in the room, and he could feel his life scattered from his veins, spreading all over the ground.

At this time, the third wave of visitors arrived. Vlamile, the MONOCULUS Overseer, appears in the office, looking at the dying Murphytin. There was a subtle light oozing from the big eyeballs, and the smile on the corners of the mouth was like a vampire seeing a maiden, and a dragon seeing a gem.

"The tentacle control of the Lord of Ceremonies is waiting, whether there is a calculation or not, the beautiful little otaku girl and the straight male ranger are afraid that they will die. So, it's time for me to play a game......"

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North Underworld: A chapter at 5 o'clock in the future, a chapter at 11:30. This morning, I want to test the water with my friends, and tell everyone in the evening.