"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, this is the first auction since the rebuilding of the Crescent City Auction House. The host's voice was still loud in the open-air square, after all, it was a high-pitched minotaur.

The auction house is not big, and because of Lawrence, there are not many seats, so it seems a little crowded.

But the main reason is that the ethnic individuals of the Southern Union are generally somewhat ...... Big?

With the exception of the Forest Elve, creatures of almost every other race have two positions in one unit.

The auction exhibits are blatantly placed on a two-metre-high platform.

The huge corpse of the Abyss Lord was simply placed on it, and the green blood on the wound did not seem to have been drained yet, and the terrifying appearance made people shudder.

Because the Abyss Lord's body shape and appearance are too unique. At first, there was some commotion in the crowd, but it was quickly controlled by hundreds of knights of order on the side.

The Southern Alliance will take the initiative to provide security for the auctions held by these adventurers, and send elite-level knights of order to these places to ensure the safety of the venue.

The crowd below had a lot of speculations about this monstrous beast.

"The corpse of the demon before the Holy War? ”

"Maybe it's some kind of creature that hasn't been found before. ”

"Epic, legendary, the aftermath of this creature scares my little pet a little. ”

"The corpse of this monster looks like it is covered in treasures, and the scales and armor on its body, as well as the halberd in its hand, I am afraid that they are all epic weapons. ”

"But no one seems to be able to handle the halberd. Someone scoffed.

Cinderella wore a helmet resembling a unicorn's head, obscuring her appearance, and stood with Orser on the roof of a house in the distance, looking out at the open-air auction house in the distance.

"That monster is definitely more than epic," Cinderella commented, "Yu Wei is at my level, what is the origin of such a creature? Khadgar, you know what?"

"Demon Lord. Other replied.

"Also, only a demon lord would look like this. Cinderella shrugged her shoulders.

Othur hesitated, he didn't know if he wanted to recover the body of this Abyss Lord.

When he handed the red crystal to Durand, he forgot how well the Abyss Lord's body was preserved. Now it seems that the blood on this Abyss Lord has not completely evaporated, and it still has a certain danger.

Cinderella spoke out suddenly, interrupting Osser's thoughts.

"Plans have changed, and it looks like we're going to buy the demon's corpse at public expense. ”

"What's wrong. Other asked.

"Hmm...... Temporary correspondence of the archbishop. Cinderella looked at the communication crystal in her hand, and was also a little puzzled, "He said that he will send a lot of Holy Light Knights to help me soon...... Guys. ”

"This demon's corpse seems to be hiding a terrible secret. Cinderella's expression was rarely serious, she took out the long sword in her hand, and was ready for battle.

"The people from the Tomb Council should be nearby, but...... I don't know if they're going to grab it or buy it outright. Cinderella hesitated, "But either way, it seems like we're going to have to pay a lot of money." ”

"I'll have to find the party that sold this demon's corpse and talk to them, they'll understand the Holy See. ”

"Maybe you understand. Cinderella thought for a moment and added.

"No need. Orser gestured to the dense fog in the distance from the explosion.

Cinderella jerked her gaze to the open-air auction house, her body landed like a tiger, smashing a spiderweb-like crack on the ground, the long sword in her hand was already attached to a layer of holy flames, and her whole body was wrapped in holy light, like a large burning ball of light, galloping towards the auction house.

"Remember to help me write down the accounts, the losses I caused will be compensated by the Holy See. Cinderella's words echoed through the alley.

Oter nodded.

What a disciplined organization. But Osser couldn't imagine how it worked, and it was just a meager aid from the people that could not kick off such a behemoth.

Other took off his hood, pulled a wand from his pocket, opened his soul's gaze, and chanted a brief incantation, the deliberately weakened arcane missile slammed into a wall below.

He had already sensed the people hiding in the walls.

The Arcane Missile blew up entire walls and left a deep crater in the ground.

The orc warlock Tran dodged the attack in a bit of a frustration, his skeletal staff had been cut in half, and his left shoulder had been smashed to pieces by an arcane missile.

"Huhu...... Purple-skinned elves?" Tran was a little surprised, "Epic mage...... Why did you choose to help the Knights of Light instead of the Southern Alliance?"

Tran was not afraid of the epic mage, but instead observed Oshur with interest.

Orshur, who had undisguised himself as the Sindore Orb, did not speak, but simply lightly swiped a few runes into the air for the staff, condensed into entities, turned into lilac beams, inserted into the ground around Tran, and then quickly converged to form a cage.

"I don't really want you to get your hands on it," Other shook his head, "because there's a guy who uses it to summon the Burning Legion, so I'm sorry you stay here for a while." ”

Tran tried to break through the slender beams, but to no avail, and he didn't do any more useless work, preserving his mana and waiting for the other members of the council to arrive.

After all, this is not something that he can participate in as an elite-level warlock, and it is more suitable for Tran to do research underneath than to go directly to the battlefield.

"Elves, you've betrayed the Confederates, and you've betrayed your race," Tran smiled, "Have you lost the power of your druids, so you can only study your magic in the Golden Rose?" ”

Tran had noticed the golden rose robe that Othur was wearing, which was an indication of the identity of the court mage of St. Lando.

"El has abandoned you, Elf. ”

"So the rotten flowers of the Holy Landor need you abandoned fellows, do you think I'm right?"

"Forgotten defeated dogs, abandoned wild breeds. ”

Orser didn't speak, he just sketched a simple symbol with his left hand, and a scroll that Tran held tightly in his hand reached Orsher's hand.

"I hope you can be quiet without this scroll, I don't want to hurt you. Othur raised the scroll in his hand and burned it to ashes with flames.

Tran fell silent for a moment, and without the scroll that reflected twice the spell damage, he would not have the confidence to continue talking.

When did Golden Rose have such a powerful fellow?" Tron thought, looking at the two balls of light and fireball in the distance.