"What-"

"Shut up!" said Ella fiercely.

Ella, I am very pleased with your gift.

The voice pierced Robert's rage.

I agree with your request. The soul of an elven woman can be given to Sir South, and a half-elf can join our legions.

To complete this ritual, he was to lay down his sword in front of Eriakas.

"Go!" Ella said coldly, looking at Robert.

The eyes of everyone in the hall were looking at the half-elves, and they looked at the waste in front of them indifferently and evilly.

His mind began to mess up. "What?" he muttered.

"You didn't tell me about it! what should I do?"

"Get on the platform and place your sword at Ireakas' feet," Ella replied quickly, escorting him to the platform.

"He'll pick it up and give it back to you, and you'll be officially an officer in the Dragon Legion.

It's a ritual, nothing special. But it helps me buy me more time. ”

"What are you going to do, what's your plan?" Robert asked hoarsely, stepping down the stairs.

He grabbed her hand. "You should have told me first-"

"The less you know, the better, Robert," Ella smiled charmingly, showing the onlookers.

Some let out unnatural laughs, and some made fun of the lovers' rude jokes. But Robert didn't have a smile in Ella's eyes when he saw it.

"Don't forget who's standing by my side right now," Ella whispered. "Don't be impulsive. ”

She turned around and stood next to Lorana.

Robert, trembling with fear and anger and having an unusually confused head, stumbles off the platform.

The soldier's voice covered him like the sea. The tip of the spear flickered, and the light of the torch blurred his vision.

He stepped onto the floor and began to walk towards the platform of Ireakas, not knowing what he was doing.

He reflexively walked to the bottom of the stairs.

In the salute of Ereakas—the faces of the dragonmen floated around him like nightmares.

All he could see was their heads, rows of white teeth, and wriggling tongues.

They gave way to him, and a staircase suddenly appeared in front of the pool, as if growing out of the floor.

He raised his head and looked up feebly.

At the top of the platform stood Lord Eriakas, a tall, noble, and powerful man.

All the light in the room seemed to be attracted by the crown on his head.

Its dazzling light dazzled his eyes, and Robert blinked, confused, put his hand on his sword, and began to slowly climb the stairs.

Did Ella sell her land? Will she keep her word? Robert was skeptical.

He kept cursing his stupidity. He succumbed to her magic again;

He played the role of a fool again and believed her.

Now she has all the chips in her hands. He had no other choice...... Or is there more?

An idea popped into Robert's mind, and he just stepped on the stairs with one foot and paused.

Keep walking, he commanded himself, feeling like everyone was watching him.

Forcing himself to pretend to be calm, Robert slowly climbed up step by step. As he got closer and closer to Ereakas, plans began to take shape in his mind.

Whoever wears this crown will reign over the world!" this phrase kept echoing in Robert's mind.

Kill Eriakas and take the crown!It won't be too difficult!!

Of course, there were no guards on Eriakas's side. No one will be able to step onto the platform except for the dragoon.

But he didn't even have soldiers on the ladder, unlike the other dragoons.

Obviously, this person is too confident in his own abilities, too proud, and therefore too careless.

Robert's mind kept spinning. Ella would be willing to trade her soul for the crown. As long as the crown is in my hands, she must obey my orders, and I can rescue Lorana...... We can run away together!

As long as we get out of here safely, I can explain it to Lorana, I can explain it all!

I will draw my sword, but not at the feet of Ireakas, and I will pierce him!

As long as the crown is in my hands, no one will dare to touch a single hair of my cold hair.

Robert found himself shaking with excitement. He struggled to force himself to calm down.

He didn't dare look up at Ereakas, afraid that the man would see in his eyes the dying plan.

He kept his eyes on the stairs, so when he saw that there were five steps left on the stairs and that he would reach the platform, he knew that he was almost there, in front of Ireakas.

Robert's hand twitched over the hilt of his sword. Sensing that he had regained his composure, he looked up at the man's face, and for a moment, almost lost control of the evil on that face.

That's the eyelid that Zhang has become indifferent to because of his ambition, and that's the eyelid that Zhang can not care about - slaughtering thousands of innocent victims.

Eriakas looked at Robert with a pleasant smile on his face.

Then he suddenly lost all interest in the half-elves and began to worry about other things in his head.

Robert saw the man's gaze turn to Ella, thinking. Eriakas looked like a brooding chess player in front of a chessboard.

Try to figure out the next move, or anticipate your opponent's next move.

Angry and disgusted, Robert began to draw his sword from its scabbard.

Even if he can't successfully rescue Lorana, even if both of them die here, he can at least kill the commander of the Dragon Legion and make a little compensation to the world.

But as soon as Eriakas heard the sound of Robert drawing his sword, he immediately turned his head to stare at the half-elf. The cold gaze almost pierced Robert's soul. He felt the man's powerful force outward towards him, like a wave of heat spewing from a furnace.

Then Robert suddenly realizes a damn fact that almost caused him to fall down the stairs.

The energy around him...... Eriakas is a magician!

Blind fool, Robert cursed himself.

Now, as he got closer, he saw an invisible wall beside the dragoon.

Of course, he didn't need guards at all, and there must be no one among these people that Ereakas could trust.

He would use his magic to protect himself, and now he had heightened his alertness. Robert could see this in his cold, emotionless eyes.

The half-elf's shoulders drooped, he had been completely defeated.

Suddenly, "Robert, attack! Don't be afraid of his magic! I'll help you!"

The voice seemed to be someone speaking in his ear, so clear that Robert could almost feel a heat in his ears. The hairs on his back stood on end, and a chill rushed over his body.

The ground trembled and looked around. There was no one standing with him at all except Erakas!

He was three steps away, frowning, clearly wishing to end the boring ritual quickly.

Seeing Robert's hesitation, Eriakas gestured impatiently for him to place the inscription at his feet.

"Attack, Robert!" the voice said again in his head. "Hurry up!"

His forehead began to sweat and his hands began to tremble. Robert slowly drew his sword.

He was now only one order away from Eriakas. The invisible walls around him changed color like a rainbow on the water.

I didn't have a choice, Robert said to himself. If it's a trap, so be it. I'm willing to die like this.

Robert bent one knee and lowered the hilt of his sword forward.

Suddenly, he quickly reversed the blade of his sword, rushed forward, and stabbed Ereakas in the heart.

Robert expected to die. Gritting his teeth as he swung his sword, he expected to be scorched black by the wall of magic like a tree struck by lightning.

The lightning did strike, but not at him! He was surprised to see the rainbow wall of various colors burst open, and his sword pierced it.

He felt the blade touch the flesh of a human. A deafening wail and angry roar almost deafened him.

As the blade stabbed into his chest, Eriakas struggled to his feet.

Ordinary people would have died on the spot, but the power and fury of Eriakas made it impossible for the Grim Reaper to come close.

His expression contorted with hatred, and he slapped Robert in the palm and sent him to the ground.

Robert felt a sharp pain in his head. In his blurred vision, he could see his sword falling at his feet, stained with blood.

For a moment, he thought he was going to lose consciousness, which meant death, and both he and Lorana would die.

He shook his head deliriously - he was going to hold on!

Robert looked up and saw Eriakas looking down at him, his hands raised in the air, ready to cast a spell that would last to destroy the half-elves.

Robert couldn't do anything. There was no way he could resist the magic, and he knew that the invisible helper would not strike again.

It has reached its goal.

Even a man as great as Eriakas has enemies that cannot be resisted.

He coughed incessantly, his mind began to slip, and the spell drained from his consciousness.

Lowering his head, he saw that his own blood stained the purple robe, and as the minutes passed, the blood stains grew larger and larger, and the vitality was constantly flowing out of his heart.

It was obvious to all that death was coming to take him away.

Although Eriakas is evil and twisted, he has to admit that he is an exceptionally good military genius and a profound magician.

Robert was cornered by all sorts of blows, which is why he made this decision. Now that everyone is gone from him, what is there to fear and nostalgia for?

Ella and the rest of the people present were stunned, and they didn't react for a while.

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