When the pair of beautiful golden eyes were about to completely dim, a faint white glow suddenly lit up, a trace of white light slowly burned in her eyes, Mandelini's whole body trembled, she suddenly broke free from the boundless illusion of consciousness, and disappeared in front of Donster with a sigh. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The angel galloped all the way back to the Great Castle, grabbed the panicked Morha and teleported away. What she encountered just now was nothing more than a Floy's consciousness fluctuation, and her soul was almost destroyed before this consciousness fluctuation, if she hadn't ignited the soul light in time, I am afraid that she would have been destroyed by him.

It's just some Freudian consciousness, and when it appears, it's so terrifying, and Mandelini hasn't experienced such fear in hundreds of years.

The next morning, the Knight of Light and the Light of Dawn had been sparsely defeated, and the other nine cardinals had fled back to the Church, Bishop Eno stayed behind to sort out the defeated army, and Mandelini left Morha in the defeated army and returned to the Church.

In the valley of the City of Glory a hundred miles away, more than 10,000 Knights of the Light of Dawn, more than 10,000 Knights of Light, could not give Morha a sense of security, Bishop Eno stayed, which made him a little relieved, at least the church did not give up on Biruchko, he still had a chance to make a comeback.

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Since Zimon single-handedly defeated Hydley and Antarcas, although the clans did not want him to take over Ramanchron's place, they would not disobey even if they were presiding over some meetings or making some decisions. The orcs' affection for Cigna played a big role in this.

The orc empire stabilized a little, and the elven priests couldn't wait to unite the orcs to attack the southern countries, and now the orc strength is more than twice as weak as when Qi Meng first entered the orc empire, and a large number of orc warriors have been lost in the long-term war, and the newborn orcs are only children, and they cannot be used as a source of reserves.

The priest's heart to save the god was already impatient, and Zimon could only refuse with a good word, at least for a few years, the orcs should be bred and trained, not war.

Although the Orc Empire has stabilized, the Sal Van Gand is still in crisis, and Zimon rests in the City of Alliance for a few days before immediately rushing back to the city of Hallegrand.

Imironc was already anxious about Saarvangon, and the expeditionary force sent by Zimon before not only increased the burden on Saarvangon, but also turned the image of "sharing weal and woe with the people" that he had managed to build up with great difficulty into a scolding of "incompetent and mediocre".

Now the people don't care whether he shares the joys and sorrows with them, but whether he can take them out of the predicament, in the words of the people, there is a fart in sharing the joys and sorrows, their lives can be spiritually in addition to thinking that there is a grand duke who is as poor as them, and the belly should be hungry or hungry, and he is the grand duke, but he can't take them out of the predicament, except for the incompetent and mediocre description, there are no more good words.

Such an idea will always give rise to some people with lofty ideals to take back power from the incompetent Grand Duke, and it will also make some ambitious nobles spy on the throne and wealth of Emirangel, these nobles know very well that Emirank's poverty is in the mouth of the poet, and he seems to be in the Duke's mansion, but in fact he does not know how much wealth is still hidden.

Therefore, with the covert support of a part of the aristocracy, a small group of people with lofty ideals united and rebelled.

When Zimon rushed back, the rebels had already reached the city of Haleglang!

Fortunately, Qi Meng brought more than a hundred dragon blood elves with him this time, and Yi Mi Langk was often timid in decision-making, because he was worried that after eradicating some of the ill-intentioned nobles, Qi Meng would mistakenly think that he was going to establish his own power, and Qi Meng had no such concerns.

More than a hundred dragon blood elves, incarnated as assassins in the night, set off a bloody storm in the small land of Saarvangon. Even some honest aristocrats were frightened and hurried to escape from Saarvancan.

Qi Meng was never afraid of blood on his hands, let alone more blood on his hands, not only let these dragon blood elves assassinate those nobles, but also let the blood of the gods capture the relatives of some rebel leaders and execute.

As for the rebels of five or six thousand people in the first five or six thousand people of Haleglang City, there are very few warriors, most of them are some workers who are frustrated in life, in line with their ambition to become nobles, Qi Meng only needs Qi Meng alone to bury them all under the city of Haleglang, but he still let the blood of the gods be mobilized to encircle and suppress, in Qi Meng's opinion, the blade that has not been fed blood can never be sharp, and there is still a difference between training and killing.

Of course, the gangsters' actions attracted more scolding, and he knew that the scolding would not stop and the rebellion would not end until they were fed.

This is basically a historical experience, all the beautiful legends of unity and unity, before limited resources and hunger, are bullshit, and some people believe in it, simply because their bellies are always bulging.

The many poets of the Saar-Van Gand were apparently one of them, and it was better for Zimon to raise them to be fat and fat, and to make them devote themselves to the poems, at least with enough passion to make them forget that they had not had enough to eat every day, and that at best they regarded hunger as a test and patience as a noble spiritual character.

However, all this also needs a premise, that is, they can see hope, if there is no end to patience, hunger has no end, no matter how beautiful and beautiful the poem is, it is still bullshit.

Qi Meng was pondering, and the energy that enveloped his whole body fluctuated very slowly. Scarlet Sher, who was hiding in the shadows, naturally refused to let go of this great opportunity, and silently approached Qi Meng, and a blood-red blade stabbed at him, but she didn't know that although Qi Meng was thinking, the curse origin in his body always maintained a high sensitivity to the power of the curse.

As soon as the blade entered his back half a meter, a stiff curse had been activated in an instant, and Scarlet Scher's whole body was as if he had been petrified, standing motionless in place. Qi Meng turned his head, looked at Scarlet Scher's angry eyes, didn't say a word, and when he raised his hand, the curse technique in her body quickly disintegrated, and Scarlet Sher just regained his ability to move, and continued to stab forward.

Qi Meng raised his hand to hold the blade of the sword in his hand, and with a slight pull, the hilt of the sword had already detached from her hand, and Scarlet Sher staggered forward, saying, "As long as you let me follow you, I will kill you at the first opportunity, hum!"

After that, he turned his head and left, Qi Meng said, "Don't want your sword?"

"You have money anyway, since you are willing to spend it on me, I will buy another one later. ”

As soon as Scarlet Sher's front foot left, another sword light struck from behind Qi Meng, this time it was different, Qi Meng hurriedly blurred his body, but this sword ray seemed to contain some energy that could interfere with his void, penetrating from Qi Meng's neck, and there was still a wound on the back of his neck that was not deep or shallow.

"Haha, this elf has succeeded!" Ogulita cheered.

At this moment, the dense black symbols on the blade of Douqi held by the elf in his hand have changed a little, and this blade of Douqi also contains some of Qi Meng's curse power, and the gangster turned his head, looked at the elf who was overjoyed by the window, and said, "You have not studied my curse less." ”

Ogulita proudly raised her face and said, "Of course, as long as you give me your power, now you will have a lot of things this elf will!"

Before the words fell, the elf waved the blade of the fighting qi, and two sword qi shot out again, a sword qi hid a death curse, and a sword qi hid a petrification curse, the key is that these two curses are hidden very deeply, although the power is not strong, but except for Qi Meng, the curse master, it is difficult for others to detect at all, these curse spells that are dormant in the fighting qi can often play a miraculous effect at critical moments.

"It's a pity that although the imitation is very similar, the substance is much worse. Zimon commented.

Ogulita said dissatisfiedly, "Just like it, I'm not a curse master." ”

Qi Meng slowly stretched out his palm, and the gray mist surging in his palm gradually gathered into mysterious symbols, these symbols burrowed into Ogulita's body, and quickly formed a mark, he said, "You can absorb the power of my curse through this energy mark. ”

Ogulita glanced at Zimon suspiciously, and carefully probed the mark, revealing that it was indeed just a simple energy-sharing mark. She tried to pull out a part of the curse power from the mark, and immediately a curse power emerged, she glanced at Qi Meng, and said, "Aren't you afraid that this elf will use it against you?"

"You can share my power, but I can also stop sharing. Qi Meng said lightly, the curse power gushing out of the mark in Ogulita's body stopped abruptly, not only stopped, but the curse power that gushed out before was still flowing back to the mark.

Ogulita snorted unhappily and said, "After all, you're still guarding against me." ”

Qi Meng looked at her with a grin, as if to say that he could give her a completely equal shared energy imprint, but only if it was ..... The thug's gaze had already climbed the peak, and he had been on that wonderful peak for a long time.

Ogulita hurriedly covered the twin peaks, but she had heard Qi Meng swear to talk about her opinion on the breasts of the beauty, and knew that even if this *** was separated by several layers of fabric, she could roughly guess the scenery inside, and restore it in her mind.

"Bastard. The elf turned his head and cursed, and flew away through the window.

Qi Meng's face gradually turned cold, and he muttered, "Lie Luo Sai, it's time to shed the first drop of blood. ”

That night, the last remaining more than 100 evil dead soldiers of Qimeng were gathered, and under the orders of the thugs, they were divided into several teams and scattered into the territory of various countries, followed by more than 100 dragon-blood elves, spreading from Saarvangan to the kingdoms and principalities on all sides.

On the desk of the Helen Chamber of Commerce, a quiet scroll lay calmly, the scroll was extremely long, and it could not be fully opened on this three-meter-long desk, and on the scroll, there were only one name after another of the Lelocypriots.

Starting tonight, Qi Meng is going to stain them all with blood. (To be continued.) )