In the face of the upper-level elf regent, Modo actually had every chance and ability to dodge the sword that stabbed him, but in the flash of light, Modo still decided to eat this sword. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

On the surface, he and Feilong are still taunting the upper-level elf troops, which are thousands of times their number, occupying the initiative on the battlefield.

But Mo Duo knew all this, and his sincerity was just a superficial phenomenon, and it was completely based on the fact that they were not familiar with the way they fought with the fat dragon, so they would be caught off guard, but as the elves got used to this kind of battle rhythm, this huge difference in strength could not be solved with a grit of teeth and a stomp of the foot.

If the fat dragon doesn't run, it will take ten minutes at most for the cargo to be knocked out of the air like a lump of bird droppings, but at that time, there will definitely be no good Samaritan to cast aid magic on him, such as light body spells and ground swamp spells.

Then, without the containment of the fat dragon, those legendary powerhouses who have free their hands will also let Mo Duo have no chance to escape; if you want to turn the tables, the only chance is this one in front of you, so in order to seize this only opportunity, Master Mo Duo completely let it go.

In his busy schedule, he only had time to adjust his body slightly, so that his right shoulder, which was not so deadly, was facing the elven secret sword with bright starlight in the young regent's hand, and then after bathing in dragon blood and eating nine-leaf clover, he could catch up with the dragon's defense, and it didn't have any effect......

"It's really painful, I was stabbed by this grandson, why does it hurt so much. "The one-handed sword in the Elven Regent's hand was the kind of slender stabbing sword, and it easily pierced Modo's left shoulder.

Then the fighting spirit attached to the sword erupted violently, forcibly enlarging the originally thin wound several times, and the incomparable pain came, and with Modo's resolute nerves, he couldn't help but let out a scream, and his left hand suddenly hung down softly, without a trace of strength.

However, His Royal Highness the young regent, who managed to make the little dwarf suffer such a serious injury, is now in an extremely bad situation, and while Modo is suffering severe pain, he grabbed the right hand of the regent's fragile throat, and subconsciously increased his strength.

Then the poor Lord Regent, his face was first flushed, and then gradually blue, and his hands tried to be broken with all his might, and Modo pinched his delicate right hand around his neck, but it turned out that all this he had done was in vain, and gradually he felt the strength of his whole body gradually leaving him.

All this happened, in fact, it was only a few breaths of time, and when the upper elves came to their senses, their regent His Royal Highness was almost dying, and they were suddenly trembling with fear.

"No~~, let him go, he will die!" the High Priest of the Moon Temple shouted, his voice full of pleading, Turandot Night Wind is not only the only bloodline of His Majesty the Great Elf King, but even the only young bloodline of the upper Elf royal family.

With the current age and physical condition of the Great Elf King, it is estimated that there will be no new heirs, and if His Royal Highness the Regent dies here, it will also mean that the bloodline of the upper-level Elf Royal Family has been completely cut off, which is simply an unacceptable catastrophic consequence, thinking of this, the High Priest of the Moon Temple almost fainted directly.

When Mo Duo heard this, he realized that before he knew it, the elven regent in his hand had been pinched to death by himself, so he relaxed the strength of his right hand a little, but still maintained the movement of choking the elven regent's neck.

Suddenly, the young regent, who had regained his breath, took a greedy gulp of fresh breath, and he regained his ability to think, and for the first time, he felt how beautiful it was to be able to breathe freely.

The little dwarf stuck a one-handed stabbing sword on his right shoulder, and the pain was still terrible, I don't know what kind of fighting spirit this elven regent cultivated, the power and weirdness were very amazing.

The residual fighting qi has been trying to continue to cause damage in Mo Duo's body, and Mo Duo just wants to use his innate qi to temporarily close the wound, but he can't do it;

Spat heavily with bloody spit, Mo Duo blocked His Royal Highness the regent in his hand in front of him, and shouted: "All of them for Lao Tzu to stand back, put down all the weapons in his hands, and make other dangerous moves that make me misunderstand, otherwise I will pinch him to death." ”

In order to strengthen the persuasiveness, Mo Duo slightly strengthened the strength of his right hand, and suddenly His Royal Highness the Prince Regent became uncomfortable again;

"Hurry up and do what he says, hurry up. The high priest of the Moon Temple, an old man who didn't know how long he had lived, was about to cry out at this time, and shouted loudly at the rest of the upper elves in a panic.

Then, all the elves put down their weapons as if they were fated, the few air cavalry landed on the ground, the druids turned back into human form, and the unicorn heavy knights jumped off their horses, and the degree of cooperation was outrageous;

After the elves had done all this, the high priest of the Moon God Temple, who looked extremely pitiful, looked at the little dwarf with a blank eye, and begged in a pleading tone: "This dwarf warrior, can you let go of His Royal Highness the regent now?"

"Let him go, and be killed by you, are you stupid, or am I stupid!" Modo's face was full of undisguised ridicule.

Only then did the High Priest of the Moon God Temple react, and hurriedly promised: "As long as you release His Royal Highness the Regent, I swear in the name of the High Priest of the Imperial Moon God Temple, not only will I not hold you accountable before, but I can also let you go, what do you think?"

After finishing speaking, he looked at the little dwarf with great anticipation, at present, rescuing His Royal Highness the Prince Regent has become the most important thing, as for recovering face, maintaining the dignity of the great upper elf clan or something, he can't even think about it.

It's a pity that the little dwarf's answer disappointed him: "Let me go?" ”

His Royal Highness the Lord Regent in Mo Duoti's hand signaled, based on the shameless performance of this little dwarf before, it is estimated that he will use His Royal Highness the Honorable Lord Regent as a meat shield, and he will have no pressure to do this kind of thing.

Then he told the crowd his terms: "Let this honorable regent swear in the name of the moon god to take me to His Majesty the Elven King, and that there will be no hostility or aggression towards me during this period, and that His Majesty the Elf King must do me two favors." ”

After saying that, Modo loosened his right hand a little more, giving the young Lord Regent a chance to speak.

"I can promise you anything else, the last one is impossible, no one can make decisions on behalf of His Majesty the Great Elf King. The young regent, who finally had a chance to speak, said.

He paused for a moment and said in a tone full of humiliation, "The most I can do is promise you a chance to meet the Great Elf King." ”

"Deal, you swear first. Mo Duo simply agreed, after all, he was also afraid of the rare blood of these elves, and if they were scattered, what should they do with the petrified Maidu at home?

Later, as the young regent made an oath in the name of the moon god, Modo simply let go of the hostages in his hands......