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Lesatos stepped out of the half-plane gate, his wings firing into the misty airspace of the Tia Forest.

So far, plan a qiēshun lì. Unicorns tear apart elves, and weapons open a channel for trade. In just half a month, the relationship between the royal family and the dragon has become tighter and tighter, and the tension with the temple has also skyrocketed.

It's time to slow down, the elves are ordained ten times longer than humans, and the pace of life is naturally only one-tenth slower. Too drastic internal change can be self-defeating.

Lezatos lowered his altitude to avoid a dense cloud of rain clouds, and fire-type creatures did not like humid air. As soon as he lowered his head, the gray-green figure of the elven ranger flashed through the forest.

They are the sentinels of the dragon, but their mission is to escort the Flame Mage to the Green Capital, mainly to prevent the Temple personnel from doing "irrational" actions on the way to and from the city.

When he learned that Ofascist had invited him, Lesatos was slightly taken aback, and the high priest, or the one standing behind him, was more decisive than he expected. But the dragon was happy to go, and he needed the time to learn more about the power of the Lord of the Rites, and why a true god hadn't given the priest divine magic. The difference between refusing or not being able to do so would have had a serious impact on Lesatos's plans.

Approaching the green capital, he saw the welcoming procession.

The royal deacons waited calmly, and he had an important responsibility on his shoulders. In his opinion, it was ridiculous to greet a beast in such a big battle, and he had to be polite to greet him. The arrogant elf said to himself, "I am the noble Tia, and no matter how vicious the beast is, I cannot lose my manners."

Suddenly, Lesatos obscured the daylight, and the wind with the dragon's wings blew the flag. The golden dragon landed with a bang.

The elf's mouth opened wide, and his knees trembled involuntarily, but when he faced the cunzi who needed to look up ninety degrees, all his previous rhetoric was hidden in the hole of shame. You must know that the only people who have really come into contact with Lesatos are Drusilia and Ramsile.

The deacon stiffened his head and shouted, "Welcome to you Flame Mage, I am an official sent by the royal family to lead you, and I represent Tia ......"

Lezatos glanced around, his majestic eyes causing a wave of unease and panic. These elves, the dragon smirked, and although the decision was decisive, the plan for murder was too rudimentary.

Lezatos waved his hand to interrupt the long welcome speech of the self-proclaimed "royal official" elf. "Lead the way. ”

Cold sweat dripped down his forehead, and no matter how much mental preparation he made in advance, the pressure of facing the dragon in person was unimaginable.

"Okay, okay. Please go this way, the banquet is on the other side of the green capital, so we don't go through the gates of Shattered Star Lake. His Majesty and the princess have been waiting for a long time. ”

The dragon stepped forward to follow, and he was now very curious about what kind of trap a group of priests who couldn't even cast [Heal Minor Injuries] could cast. I hope it's not a big pit ballista or something that laughs off the dragon's big teeth.

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"No, a dragon half as tall as the royal watchtower, you tell me it's gone!"

Drusilia completely lost her ladylike demeanor and roared at the stalking ranger. In order to prevent the assassination of the temple, the jungle between the half-plane gate and the green capital is patrolled by rangers every 5 surreys, and the utensils and food used by the dragon are repeatedly checked to ensure that there are no poisons. But the accident still happened.

"The last time we saw the Flame Mage was with the Deacon, and then he was gone. ”

The princess was stunned, the deacons were indeed sent by the royal family, but he should be rewarded for this, and the place where he invited guests was not right.

"Traitor ......" Drusilia gritted her teeth, it was really unexpected that the temple had such a deep penetration. She neatly untied her gorgeous and heavy gown and told her subordinates, "The Flame Mage is not a flying squirrel, and the only place where such a big target can be hidden is on the west side of the Green Capital, in the private place of the temple, that is, where the Birthday Ceremony of the Gods is held. Give back to my father right away. ”

Ranger was in a hurry: "Your Highness, almost all the guards of the temple are there, you can't go by yourself!"

Drusilia flipped out her short bow, unstained with the blood of a living being. "Rest assured, the temple won't do anything directly to me, that's the beginning of the split. ”

Half an hour later, Drusilia and his 1oo rangers arrived at the temple territory. Strangely unguarded on the perimeter, they went straight in. The grand altar of the Lord of Ceremonies greets you, with a high priest standing under each of the 12 white jade pillars engraved with praises, and under the highest pillar, the High Priest of the Ofascist prostrates reverently, completely ignoring the murderous princess.

There were only a few priests and guards in front of the altar, and the rest of the faithful stood in a line, holding their coats of arms with their backs to the princess, and from a distance you could see that they were in a large circle, and the elf in front of them was only a corner of the circle. The intuition tells sù Drusilia that the goal is in this circle.

"Get out of the way!"

"The ritual of the Supreme One is underway, and even one step into the forbidden land is an insult and a blasphemy against our Lord, and war will arise because of it. ”

Drusilia's chest heaved violently, and her anger wasn't because the temple was using the same reasons as herself. It's that they are trying their best to strangle the elven future, and on the other hand, they shamelessly use the future to blackmail the royal family. The princess estimated that she rushed straight in...... No, the fanatical spirit of these gods will probably not worry about the civil war, and will definitely draw their swords to fight back. Tiya was fragile enough that a split fight could destroy a qiē.

"Spread out the investigation, such a large area, there may be omissions. "Drusilia is impatient, even if the Elven King sends all the Guardian Rangers, the situation will not change. Again, she could only pray that Lesatos would come out safely, and it was a bad feeling to pin her hopes on someone else.

Half an hour later, the beleaguered murderer leads the way in horror, while the victim observes the scenery leisurely, coughing from time to time, and then watching the decumber jump up like an electrocuted rabbit.

Coughing twice, the cold sweat on the deacon's body was enough to take a bath. He thought that the heroic sacrifice for his faith was like the poem depicted, it was an easy thing, but the process before the martyrdom was really painful. Then the dragon suddenly stopped, and he took another bath.

"Flame Mage?" the deacon asked in a trembling voice.

Lesatos focused on the scene in front of him and ignored him. All the elves, including the priests, couldn't see anything special, but in the eyes of the dragon that had stabilized the [Arcane Vision], there was a huge spiritual light realm in front of it, which enveloped the temple territory in the shape of a bowl. This kind of spiritual realm is generally formed by believers performing large-scale prayer ceremonies at the altar, and the majestic power of faith attracts the resonance of the gods. The effect is similar to the magic lock, which can create specific regional effects, such as expelling undead creatures, medical bonuses, etc. But the duration is only a few hours.

The decumber was already mad, and the first murder in his life was even more arduous than he had imagined. He couldn't see the light, but he knew that the dragon had stopped beyond the dividing line between the relict and the emblem. Lesatos only had to take one more step forward to complete his mission and get rid of this terrifying monster.

Lezatos stretched out his front paws, and the deacons were overjoyed, and Lesatos suddenly withdrew his front paws, and the deacons sweated profusely. Stretch it out again, take it again, and if it was like this, the dragon that the deacon's collapsed was playing with him.

Lesatos was in a moment of amusement, and lowered his head and asked, "What would happen to you if I flapped my wings and flew away now?"

The deacon burst into tears, he was so tired of being alive.

Hehe laughed twice, and the entertainment time ended here, returning to the calm thinking mode of the mage. Entering is risky, but the trap is also an opportunity, and the priests of the Lord of the Rites do not use divine powers, so this may be the only opportunity to delve into the divine nature of Nielon. After weighing the pros and cons, and then checking the protective spells on his body and the equipment in the dimensional bag, Lezatos stepped in.

At the same time, the Ofasc, who was meditating with his eyes closed in the distance, suddenly shouted: "Praise be to you, guardian of the elves, beacon of nobility, defender of tradition, teacher of etiquette." Praise be to you, Nieron of all saints!"

"Nielon of all saints!" hundreds of priests and more temple guards roared in response, and eleven high-ranking priests stood under the pillar and began to pray in exactly the same motion as the high priest, twelve voices converging into one. The other elves walked towards their intended location and surrounded the Aura Realm.

Within the realm, Lesatos felt a surge of spiritual light, and the sound of prayers was everywhere. The perimeter of the realm has been sealed off by invisible holy power.

【Dancing Light Technique】

The light flickered abnormally on the dragon's claws, like a flame that had been drained of the lamp oil, and it struggled twice to extinguish it.

I see, a man-made area of death magic. As the gods in charge of the rituals in the Tia Forest, the elves' rituals and rituals can greatly strengthen Nierron's power, so this realm is more powerful than you think. Within the Aura Realm, the connection between Lesatos and the energy was all broken, and the spells, divine spells, and quasi-spells were suppressed, and the dimensional bag could not take anything out, and even the dragon's breath could not work.

From this little information can be deduced, Saraph does not have a magic web, and the concept of magic is vague. Neeron's ability to subdue the Death Magic Zone shows that he is not a dirt bun god whose eyes are bounded by a small plane.

If you can't use spells, the dragon won't die, and the real enemy is still inside, so Lezatos continued to go deeper.

The chief priest looked at the reflection in the water, still a pious spirit on the left, and an ugly demon on the right, with fangs and horns. The asphalt-colored skin spreads from the top of the head to the soles of the feet, and it looks like two different creatures have been cut in half and put together. His right hand was twice as large as his left, and his surface was covered in spikes. With their hands clasped together, the chief priests prayed.

When he first got it, he hated it. But now he was deeply ashamed of his hatred, which was Nielron's punishment and encouragement. Like the hideous scars of a warrior, the chief priests believed that if they followed the path of the rituals, the scars would be replaced by medals of glory.

Beneath the seemingly calm exterior, there is a fierce self-devotion**, so when he sees the dragon, there is no nonsense, and the battle begins.