“...... If you want to get out, you have to rely on yourself. Theresa Barcelo licked her sexy purple lower lip, but she turned her back to the huge guy behind her, and there was no other audience in front of her.

Finally rescuing the white scroll from Joseph's hand, he was so tired that he lay on the ground, like a gray puppy, his chest heaving and snorting, and suddenly in the afterglow he noticed the movement of the high priest of Drow raising his hand.

"Wait......" finally squeezed the last bit of breath out of his chest, and he rolled over, and the two-headed giant's big hand was now innocently pressed against the ground next to him.

"What's wrong?" Theresa retracted her spell energy, her chin tilted back, just enough for her to squint at a short gray man on the ground like a dead dog.

Sir Turner laid his body into a big word, and he didn't have the energy to pay more attention to the other man's attitude, "Kovaris Golden Castle, you're not kidding, Mistress Theresa......"

"Do I like to joke about people?" said the Drow High Priest, whipping it neatly, the sound of breaking through the air and slamming it into the ground, more like a smash on Turner's face.

"No, no, I'm just curious...... "Sir Turner's little gray face turned even more iron-clad, "Fort Kovaris Gold, that's the territory of the elves...... I ......"

"Isn't it the best time for you, a powerful knight, to step out because it's the domain of those hypocrites?" Theresa interrupted the other very unceremoniously, and she just wanted to get out of this place as soon as possible - the two-headed giant Joseph seemed to sense that the scrolls were fighting for hopelessness, and stared at him again with two large intoxicated faces......

This kind of thing was a good thing, and Theresa Barcelo was used to seeing the faces of the men around her, and she didn't mind pampering some of the guys she fancied. This is completely different from the little chick of the Rachel family, Secillis, who doesn't understand what that guy has learned in just a few decades.

Is it because of the influence of the impure bloodline of the half-drow?

But the one who coveted himself in front of him was a big man—a giant with the ancient bloodline of the Gaoshan Clan......!

"Kovaris...... That's the Elven Outpost Fortress of Chevlas!You asked me to send me a letter from the Dark Elves......" Turner's original gray-green face was now closer to the style of a bitter melon, "Isn't this no different from directly killing me?"

"Difference...... There are still. Theresa took a few steps back, still intending to leave the goblin's courtyard alone, keeping an eye on the giant's movements and keeping herself at a relatively safe distance, "You go, you don't have to die." ”

"But if you don't go, you won't see your convoy and belongings. Think about it, before the temple bells ring, I'd like to see this courtyard empty. ”

With that, the High Priestess of Drow under the command of the House of Basel turned around and used the Shadow Energy Sphere to blast the stone ridge into pieces, and she stepped into the smoke and dust. Then, the dragon roared, and the shouts of the Drow soldiers faded away.

This was originally the residence of the First Family, and the dark gold spider coat of arms was on both sides of the Swift Dragon carriage, and the wooden round wheels made two shallow mud marks, galloping in the direction of the main castle of Barceló.

Inside the carriage, the beautiful face of the High Priest of Drow showed a violent expression, she opened her eyes, and muttered to herself viciously: "Lord Divine Envoy - in the name of 'Holy War'?"

"The spider goddess is on top, and the crime of collaborating with the enemy is unbearable. Theresa looked at the direction in the middle of the underground city, bowed her head and muttered, "This can only be regarded as a fake show...... Right?"

"Damn Drow, your arrogant attitude will ruin yourself sooner or later. The fence in front of him showed a huge gap, and the goblin's eyes seemed to be able to breathe fire, and he clenched his little fists and said angrily, "Joseph, take the guys, and let's go!"

The two-headed giant behind him buzzed in response, and then the giant groped towards the only small house in the courtyard, but his face was as angry as if he had not found his favorite toy.

Joseph finally couldn't hold back his impatience, and when the fumbling was fruitless, the two-headed giant raised his fist, and the bursting and tenacious fist wind faintly pressed down with thunder, smashing the small house into a pulp.

The two-headed giant stretched out his hand, and he swept away the debris of the planks on the ground at will, even lying on top of it, carefully blowing on the ground. Finally, in the dust, a shining metallic object was seen buried in the ground......

Joseph grasped the exposed end of the tail and pressed his hands as if he were engaged in a great carrot plucking business, and with a loud shout, Sir Turner's body shook violently, and the goblin hurried to the ground as if with a sucker, and clinged firmly to the ground.

Seismic sensations radiated in all directions, rubble fell from time to time overhead, and Sir Turner looked up in horror as a few sharp stalactites crumbling in the epicenter - they were on his head!

Joseph ...... Can you please stop making such a big fuss!"

It's not a pleasant feeling to have the sword of Damocles hanging over your head—especially if it could fall at any moment...... The goblin merchant held his breath in his abdomen, and he resisted the discomfort caused by the earthquake, struggling to balance the stability of the lower plate.

"Roar, Roar, Roar, ......Roar, Roar, Roar, Roar, T

The metal object burst through the earth with a loud "bang" like an explosion, and it seemed to be buried deep in the depths of the dwarf and goblin radicals' proud explosives, showing the power of the world!

Sir Turner was not in the mood to take in the exploding spectacle, making a crisp cracking sound at the base of the stone roots, and the sword hanging from his head could not withstand the erosion of the shock. However, the ground was surging like a volcano, and the goblin merchant couldn't even break his legs as he struggled.

The stone spikes broke through the resistance of the air and made a free-fall movement towards the goblins, as if they had just escaped the cage and were speeding with their blades, faster and faster.

The naturally smelted stone spikes grew larger and larger, and the dark shadows reflected in the goblins' eyes became more pronounced over time...... As if consciously, the sharp spikes blocked the path in front of and behind Sir Turner, forming a circle in the air, enveloping the short gray man in the range of the furious shot.

Sir Turner's legs had long since forgotten the idea of escaping, and he shuddered and crouched unconsciously, holding his head in his hands, and the goblins cried out like weeping......

"Joseph!"

"Master!"

Gray-blue complexion reversed the usual sluggishness, and the two-handed hammer swept over Turner's head, the end of the hammer crushing the air and letting out an excited roar, and the large stone-tipped sword array was swept to pieces like a child's toy.

"Damn, if you're too late, I won't see the sun tomorrow......"