Although the inference of Little Ellie's two elves seems a little unreliable, there is no better reason to explain why the elf that Little Ghost pulled out of the vines did not show the slightest trace of green Acura, but the priority now is to pass through this vine-strewn death passage first. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"So, this elf is useless?" Birmingham's remarks made Tina look at little Ellie with some confusion, because there was no source for casting magic, this elf was really useless.

Little Ellie touched her hair in distress, "It can't be said that it's useless, this elf replaces the death of the spellcaster, so theoretically it should be possible to kill this elf?"

"Should it?" Birmingham noticed, noticing the blind spot in Little Ellie's speech.

"I can't help it, I know so much about ultramarine magic, there's no harm in trying. Little Ellie pulled her long hair irritably, she didn't expect two elves to come out, which was obviously beyond her cognitive level.

"Wouldn't it be better to blast it straight with the magic you just had?" said Tina, the female knight, who still looked at little Ellie's giant fireball technique just now, and said with some caution.

Xiao Aili shook her head and puffed out her mouth: "No, the reason why the magic just now is very strong is because there are a lot of magic elements left in the air, and now the magic elements have been squeezed dry, and my wand has been broken." ”

Birmingham exhaled helplessly, "Okay, in that case, let's try to see Little Ellie's method, let's say, braised or steamed?"

"What is boiled, steamed, just burn this elf, without a source, the vines will naturally disappear. ”

Birmingham nodded understandingly, drew his wand with only three colors left, aimed it at the lying elf, and was about to chant a spell in his mouth when a voice like a clear spring suddenly remembered from all around.

"I didn't expect that you died in order to be in the next place, and you couldn't even get peace for your body after death, it's so sad. Birmingham was startled by the sudden voice, which at first sounded as pleasant as a clear spring, but the sad feelings in the pleasant voice were still revealed.

Birmingham took back his wand and looked around, except for the solid bluestone and the other three, there was no trace of a person, Tina and Little Ellie were obviously startled by the sudden sound, but quickly assumed a vigilant posture, and the little ghost was full of curiosity about how the voice appeared, and the voice seemed to have disappeared, even though the four of Birmingham tried their best to search around, they still did not find the owner of the voice.

Birmingham, who had no choice but to shift the target to the lying elf, raised his wand again,

"It's so hateful, why do you want to die for it, and you have to be insulted by these humans after death. ”

Birmingham put down his wand a little weakly, and the voice disappeared into the underground passage again, but Birmingham seemed to know how to make the sound appear again, and the wand in his hand was raised again, but for some reason, when Birmingham raised his wand this time, the voice did not appear as before.

"I ordered, I really ordered. Birmingham waved the wand in his hand, his eyes wandered around, and he shouted threatening words in his mouth, I don't know why, in the face of Birmingham's threat, he obviously ignored it, and just didn't say anything.

"Hey, I really ordered, if you don't come out again, I'll really order. Birmingham waved his wand in a bit of frustration, but the only thing that responded to Birmingham was the silent underground passages, and the eyes of Tina and Little Ellie that looked like they were retarded.

"I beg you, I'm really ordered, can you squeak?" Birmingham felt helpless about the mysterious voice's non-routine play, something was wrong, shouldn't I raise my wand, that voice would make a sound, why would it be me holding a wand and shouting like a retard, teacher, this is not scientific!

"Hehe" seemed to be in response to Birmingham's inner pleading, the mysterious voice finally sounded, but it seemed to be no different from not ringing, Birmingham, who was shocked by the mysterious sound of the two hehe, a trace of red appeared on his slightly white face, obviously angry, and the hand holding the wand also creaked.

"Damn retarded" It seems that the mysterious voice feels that Birmingham is not enough to be angry, and four words pop out like charity, these four are out, Birmingham only feels that something in his brain collapses and breaks, and the wand in his hand finally begins to gather magic power.

"Hehe" Birmingham's crazy actions for the mysterious voice, it seems that there is no deterrent, after popping out two words again, the mysterious voice finally quieted down, but Birmingham is not quiet at this moment, the wand in his hand is constantly trembling, the convergence of magic power is also constantly increasing, the madness in his eyes is getting stronger and stronger, and finally, just when Xiao Ali couldn't help but remind him that if he continues to gather like this, the wand will be out of control, the voice sounded again deadly.

"Damn the wise ....." It's just that the word of the mysterious voice can't jump out anyway, because the wand in Birmingham's hand has already hit the lying elf, and with a poof, the lying elf turned into powder.

Birmingham's sudden shot made the mysterious voice a little silent, and I don't know how long later, the mysterious voice sounded again, and the tone was full of complaints: "Why don't you play according to the routine?"

"More sincerity, less routines. Birmingham withdrew his wand in a dashing manner, the madness in his eyes instantly receded, and he confidently put a strand of hair in front of his eyes, and then shook his head handsomely, throwing the strand of hair to the back of his head.

The mysterious voice choked on Birmingham's answer, but still spoke quite approvingly: "You have a point, come in, you are the chosen successor." ”

As soon as the mysterious voice fell, the vines in the corner of the underground passage receded like a tide, and in a few moments, the originally vine-filled underground passage was left with some broken corpses and a huge flower bud.

"This is the rhythm of encountering a hermit master. Birmingham looked at the huge bud excitedly, but the action in his hand was not the action that the hermit master should have, only to see that only two colors of the wand suddenly under Birmingham's command, all the magic contained in it poured out, directly hit the huge bud, accompanied by Birmingham's happy expression, the huge bud under the blow of magic, the original bright skin became extremely black, and the closed bud was reluctant to open its delicate flowers under the strong impact of Birmingham, revealing the wonderful new world inside。

Well, there is no such thing as a wonderful new world, just a male elf covered in green leaves, and as for why Birmingham knew it was a male, nonsense, Birmingham's positioning system already knew it when it swept over the elf's chest.

"Shouldn't you kowtow when you meet a hermit master?" a voice like a clear spring popped out of the mouth of a male elf, and Birmingham couldn't help but get goosebumps.

"Hehe, it's not because we have destroyed the source of the vines that you have to use words to lure me into being fooled, do you think it is possible, I am Birmingham, the legendary nobleman. Birmingham raised his head arrogantly, looked at the elf in the bud with the corner of his eye, his face was full of disdain, how could a male elf be more beautiful than that female lying elf, the goddess is not scientific.

"It seems that it has only been trapped for a few months, and the world has changed so much, even such people have become nobles, it seems that the history of mankind is coming to an end, and I am really grateful to the goddess for her favor. ”

"Has anyone told you that your words are easy to beat. Birmingham's face was full of unhappiness, and the words of this elf were simply too unpleasant for him, a legendary nobleman.

"Yes, I remember Sir Kepler once tactfully reminded me not to speak. The male elf replied very sincerely, and then remembered something, and added, "By the way, Sir Kepler is a scholar of the Raven River School with the next, and the ultramarine moon below." ”

Looking at the puzzled expressions of the four people in Birmingham, the male elf patiently explained: "Maybe you don't know much about the moon setting of ultramarine, so let's say that in other words, below is the elven prince of ultramarine, Ishtius Falling Moon, you can call it the prince of the falling moon, or the falling moon of ultramarine, and you won't mind it below." ”

"Hah!" replied to the elven prince's bewildered faces.