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Ramsilele turned his head and gasped, there were 26 elves, and the compass could only teleport 25.

What went wrong? Ranger thought, the Flame Mage probably wouldn't sell shoddy goods, so it wouldn't do any good. It should be Villeret...... The scene flashes back to when the businesswoman asks [Flash of Knowledge] a question, and the premise she sets is "captured in this war".

Ramsilele couldn't help but look back at Mama Lux, the old lady didn't know how long she had been in the Bloody Castle.

At this point, the elves probably understood that something was wrong, and that someone might want to stay. No one dared to take the lead and say let me go, but they all looked at the princess with pleading eyes. The few minutes that 23 pairs of sad eyes remained on Drusilia were the most difficult experience of her life, and even years later, she still had lingering palpitations.

Drusilia's mouth opened and closed, unable to utter a word.

Ramsileh gritted his teeth and said, "Give me the Vaporization Body Potion, and I'll keep it." ”

"You can't get far, those human ......"

I took the liberty of interrupting both. Lux interjected, saying that she was the only one of the captives who did not show pity, and that her expression was solemn and calm, as if she were going to attend a lesson in etiquette. "Don't forget your duty, Ranger. Reckless sacrifice is no greater than protecting one's fellow citizens, the former is just a useless name, and the latter has a future. If you want to stay, you have to pick and choose from others. ”

Ramesile became angry again: "Do you mean to provoke a cruel screening when you leave, to see who has a low value of survival, and then throw it away?"

"Nope. Lux said indifferently. "I'll stay. ”

All the elves were taken aback. Ramesile was just about to speak when the commotion of the humans outside arose.

The pike was anxious, even though it seemed quite calm. In the corners of his mind, he did his best to explain to a certain will that governed his life and death.

"Please don't be in a hurry, you will soon be able to deplete the elves' reserves, and the capture alive is just around the corner. ”

"Give me some more time! It's coming, it's coming......"

The voice became more and more sharp and high-pitched, urging him to rush forward and tear at the dogfish's consciousness. When the giant beetle rushed up, the voice took over, and the green flame in the eyes of the slave catcher leader rose again.

Armed with iron shields, the slave catchers charged in a whirl-la-la-la charge, trying to turn the big bugs that were also charging on their backs. At the moment of the collision, humans now miscalculated the power of the insects, and it was like hitting a mudslide. The giant beetle snorted and snorted against a group of humans and quickly advanced, the slave hunters crowded and pushed people, until more than thirty strong men pushed one after another, and the team did not retreat, but the guys holding the shield at the front had been squeezed to the point that their internal organs were broken and they were not human.

The dogfish couldn't bear it anymore and rushed up to stop wrestling. He squeezed to the front and threw a punch down, causing cracks on the beetle's body, and the legs of the six arthropods were weak, and they almost fell down.

The green turbid fire ignited, the beetles screamed sharply, shook their heads and tails and rolled, and in less than half a minute, the majestic insects turned into residues, and the stench of sulfur filled the entire passage. Humans suddenly respected and feared the dogfish, and no one dared to meet his terrifying eyes.

At the end of the passage, Ramesile couldn't figure out the situation, he only knew that the beetle was dead, and the thistle terrestris on the ground didn't have much effect. He pulled out his final move, the weapon of mass destruction highly recommended by the MONOCULAR, the Fireball Necklace.

The fiery red beads were packed in shockproof lockets, and although Ramesile did not understand the explosion, he believed that Vlamir's careful movements when he picked up the necklace represented extreme danger. The Ranger tied the necklace to the feathered arrow, shot it far away, and then immediately closed the door of the torture chamber and resisted it with all his might.

Dogfish's psychological alarm was raised, and decades of intuition made him turn around and hide in the crowd.

"Boom!"

Ramsilele also underestimated the power of the Fireball Technique, especially in narrow passages. Suddenly, the air expanded a thousand times as much as it was heated to form a shockwave, and the humans in the corridor were shot out like cannonballs, and then the flames licked it.

Ramesile was slammed into the bombed prison door, spurting out a large mouthful of blood, and the other elves hid behind the torture instruments, unharmed.

At the beginning of the road, the pike staggered to its feet, its nose full of the aroma of barbecued meat, and dozens of slave hunters flew with flesh and blood, and stumps and broken arms were all over the ground. The pike relied on the protection of the turbid fire, and the injuries were not fatal, but they were also extremely serious. The most troublesome thing was that the power in his body was tumbling and surging, and he was trembling all over.

“...... There is still a chance, please don't ...... I can ......," the dogfish explained in despair.

They're about to teleport away, and you've wasted my gifts, the voice said.

The dogfish feels the internal organs churning, choking the throat and making it difficult to breathe.

"What's wrong with you, Boss!" Mott outside heard a loud noise and rushed in to grab the dogfish.

The dogfish's face was bruised, and suddenly a black turbid current erupted, and Mott's head was all over his face. Scar Mott screamed, and the black stuff was full of large leeches two fingers long, writhing on his face with mucus, and biting through the skin with his mouthparts wide open.

Mott could even hear the sound of a leech sucking blood, he shook it desperately, he couldn't shake it off at all, just for a dozen seconds, the strong man was like a sun-dried fruit, shriveled down.

The emaciated corpse fell, and the last boss of his death could not be called.

The pike vomited first, then its mouth opened wide, and thousands of black soft-bodied reptiles poured out and crawled all over the body. The leeches tangled and glued to each other, and it didn't take long for a 3-Sami tall monster made up of countless reptiles to take shape. He retains the shape of human hands and feet, a bumpy head, and two points of green light shine through.

The slave catcher who once dominated one side eventually fell victim to the gods, and his proud wisdom failed to be displayed, and he became a terrifying [Ten Thousand Leech Monster].

[[[cp|:543|h:553|a:L|u:c.{0,10}o.{0,10}]]] The monster slowly moved towards the torture chamber against the passage.

"What's that?" Drusilia watched as countless leeches emerged from the smoke and gradually approached.

Lux fired a few arrows that pierced through her black body, with no effect other than killing a dozen leeches.

"Get out of here!" cried the old elf.

"But ......"

"No, but. In terms of age, I have nothing to regret, and in terms of identity, being brave and upright is the spirit of nobility. Your Royal Highness, please keep my last honor!"

Drusilia's face was pale, "You can't live, whether it's that monster or a human, they'll torture you about the secrets of your magic." ”

Unmoved, Lark turned to Ramsile, who was coughing up blood, "Mr. Ranger, please give me a dagger." ”

Ramesile's face darkened, and he handed over the dagger and said, "I apologize to you for my rudeness, Mama." You have made me understand the real aristocracy, and the great men in the green capital are only worthy of being your students!"

Lux was not overjoyed by the compliment, she touched Drusilia's head, "Your Highness, may Neeron bless you. After saying that, he rushed out of the prison door.

Drusilia wordlessly reached out her hand, but in the end she couldn't hold Lux back, biting her lip to keep the tears from flowing. The teleportation circle in the torture chamber emitted a blue aura, and all the elves disappeared without a trace.

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Outside the dungeon, Murphytine was terrified, and there was a loud bang, and a large pile of minced flesh was spewed out. After a while, the weech crawled out of the dungeon in a rage, and his mission failed.

The guards fled in fright, and Murphytin pinched the box with the mysterious spell in mind, and remembered the game of hunting. He threatened the relatives of the guards, lured him with a lot of money, gathered his men, and besieged the monsters.

The sword slashing and bowing didn't work, and the ten thousand leech monsters raised their arms and swept them, and the living people were sucked into dried corpses. Murphytin racked his brains, and suddenly remembered that the god said that "blood-sucking weapon", isn't it. And then there'...... Salt!

"Go to the kitchen and bring all the salt!"

The guards poured salt from afar, and the leeches touched the salt and died of rapid dehydration. Large swaths of leeches peeled off, and the monster shrank in half. Then with a bang, the monster exploded directly, and the remaining leeches fell on the guards, and there was a ghost crying wolf howl.

Murphytin hid behind the shield and rushed into the place where the monster exploded, picking up a handful of sticky bodily fluids and smearing it on the box, and locking it open with a click, leaving the Deacon of the Bloody Castle in ecstasy.

At this time, he looked up and looked around, and now Qiē was out of control. The fire ignited half of the fortress, and some slave hunters took advantage of the chaos to do their old jobs, killing people and robbing people. The front-line slave capture base that had been in operation for decades was destroyed in one fell swoop.

The spell in the box became Murphytin's only way to live, and he staggered back to his attic office, backhanding the door. Outside, a group of red-eyed bandits followed, banging on the door.

The fire outside the window is blazing, a scene of apocalypse. Murphytin took out the note, his expression was extremely solemn, and he did not read the eulogy to his mother so solemnly.

Murphylin paused word by word, and recited the incantation exactly as well: "Anyone who plays hooligan without the purpose of falling in love is a pleasant goat?"

Bang!

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