What does it mean to be born a dragon slayer on the battlefield?

Just look at the excited and roaring orcs at the moment.

It meant that it would instantly bring about an almost infinite morale, and the soldiers who were still fleeing in a hurry would stop and have in their hearts the thought of "we can win".

Some even began to think that Thrall had been blessed by the orc god Geush or the storm god Talos.

Otherwise, how could a warrior cause such an earth-shattering storm that even a mighty dragon could not continue to fly and fight in such bad weather?

At this moment, Thrall stood on the corpse of the dragon and let the madness and downpour hit him, almost like the god of war descending to earth, full of indescribable domineering, as if all this existed to set off his strength.

Admiration!

Revere!

Adore!

Thousands of orcs chanted the name "Dragon Slayer" like crazy, as if they wanted to vent all their frustration and anger at being chased by the dragon knights and air gunboats.

The rest of the monsters also gathered after seeing this scene, gradually recovering from the chaos and regaining a certain degree of organization and combat effectiveness.

In particular, Aubard Arrow, who unceremoniously annexed several orc and half-orc tribes of dead chieftains under his command in the name of the leader of the Dragonslayer Warrior clan, looked at Thrall with ecstasy and undisguised ambition.

Because he knew that after this battle, whether he won or lost, this incredibly powerful young orc warrior would become a legend, and his name alone would make countless tribes subjugated.

And he only needs to take advantage of this, and building his own orc kingdom is just around the corner.

Right now, Aubed Arrow is all thinking about how to win over Sal, and which of his daughters is the most beautiful and most in line with each other's tastes, and it's really no problem to send a few more at once.

After all, in the orc conception, women are nothing more than appendages of men, a part of property.

The only role is to be responsible for laundry and cooking, satisfying the latter's desires, and constantly conceiving and giving birth to healthy warriors, while providing some services such as treatment.

Even the goddess Rusecho, known as the mother of orcs, taught orc women that they must be subservient to men, and that they were not even allowed to touch or use any weapons.

Therefore, many orc chieftains will use the way of sending their daughters to the most powerful warriors in their tribes, and if necessary, it is not impossible to send their daughter's mother with them.

In any case, they don't have the ethical and moral concepts of the civilized world, or even the concepts of husband and wife, partner, marriage, and so on.

Men have no feelings for women at all, just absolute possession and domination like animals.

Powerful males can have several, dozens, or even dozens of females at the same time, and then have relationships with them and have a large number of offspring to perpetuate their bloodline.

When they began to get tired of some of them, they would reward them with their daughters to their warriors.

Although there are very few women in Aubed Arrows, at least in the eyes of the orcs, and there are only eight sons who are close to adulthood, they can't stand the fact that daughters are so many.

Not only pure-blooded orcs, but also humans, elves, ogres, hill giants, and other hybrids.

Of course, the latter was born with war, captivity and rape.

On weekdays, Obold Arrows didn't care about the lives of these daughters, and he didn't bother to count their numbers, and some of them hadn't even seen each other since they were born.

But now, they can finally come in handy.

Just as the orc chieftain's heart was burning and he was looking forward to a bright future, a giant dragon shrouded in crimson flames suddenly appeared on the deck of a gunboat in the distance, looking almost twice as large as the mounts of the other dragon knights.

Although the rain was pouring under the raging storm at the moment, not a single drop of rain could fall on the dragon's scald scales that were as hot as lava.

To be precise, before the rain could get closer, it had already evaporated into water vapor by the terrifying heat, and it looked like it was shrouded in a white mist from a distance.

Faintly, through the white mist, a figure wearing pure black full-body plate armor could be seen on the dragon's back.

I saw the flaming dragon spread its wings and leap forward, swooping down directly from the flight deck of the air gunboat.

Because it is so fast that it evaporates all liquid water into a gaseous state, it leaves a striking white line in the sky along the way, and it looks like a shock wave formed by breaking the sound barrier.

Rumble!!!!

With a deafening roar of thunder, a bolt of lightning fell from the sky and slashed at the swooping flaming dragon.

But unfortunately, when the lightning bolt went up, an invisible light curtain absorbed all the destructive power, and it was obviously a protective spell similar to [Protective Energy Damage] and [Energy Immunity] at work.

However, this result did not surprise Sal too much.

It would be strange to dare to strike under such a terrible storm without some preparation.

You must know that even a dragon with a blue dragon bloodline that is completely immune to lightning damage, there are few who dare to continue flying in the pouring rain at this time.

Because maybe they are not afraid of lightning, but they can't ignore the power of one super tornado after another.

If you are accidentally attracted, you will inevitably be injured even if you can't die.

What's more, even if the dragon can carry it, the knight on the dragon's back can't carry it, and he will definitely be thrown down and then smashed into meat sauce.

In just a few seconds, the flaming dragon shrouded in white water vapor all over its body had descended to a height of several hundred meters, and it was already very, very close to the ground.

The monsters below and the inhabitants of Leicester Harbour could even clearly see the glow of the fire faintly peeking out of the white mist, as well as the hideous and terrifying giant head.

Just when everyone thought he was going to spew out a scorching dragon's breath and burn everything in front of him, the dragon suddenly came to a sudden halt and flapped its wings and landed firmly on the muddy ground.

Sneering –

The heat and heat wave instantly vaporized the stagnant water on the ground, and even the slurry-like mud became hard and cracked in an instant, and the trees, weeds, and rhizomes began to burn violently and quickly turned into ashes.

The heat of the surrounding environment even severely burned the skin and respiratory systems of the nearest dozen orcs, causing them to fall to the ground and let out a painful wail.

The terrifying dragon power made the monster army that was still in a state of excitement just now instantly become silent.

Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, a figure in hideous black plate armor stepped on the dragon's head and jumped straight down, his heavy boots slamming two deep footprints on the ground.

When she stepped out of the white vapor enveloped her, the monsters finally saw that it was a woman.

A beautiful half-elf with long brown reddish hair and slightly pointed ears, to be exact.

The delicate carvings and patterns on the armor, as well as the huge dark red gem on the chest, all exude a deep and evil aura.

The two-handed giant sword behind him was the same as the dragon behind him, constantly spewing bright and dazzling flames, and the rain had already evaporated into white water vapor before it could fall.

A woman?!

All the monsters present showed shocked and unbelieving expressions.

Contrary to them, the residents of Leicester Harbour began to cheer loudly as if they had seen a savior.

"Damn! I remember! She...... She's Erebeth de Timarand! The deputy of Lord Nasir and the second man of Neverwinter. ”

One of the ogres was the first to recognize the other party's identity, and there was a hint of nervousness and jealousy in his eyes.

"Erebes? Isn't she a paladin of Tyr, the god of justice? How could the Faction Aura, the red color symbolize evil? ”

Another gnolloll priest wearing Yenogu stared at him in surprise.

After all, there is not a single tribe in the Neverwinter Forest who has not heard of the name "Erebeth de Timarand".

Those who tend to be good will see them as benevolent protectors, while those who tend to be evil will see them as the greatest threat and obstacle.

The monsters, bandits, and beasts that have fallen by her sword over the years are simply as numerous as a cow, including even a team of red-robed mages from Serre.

But now, the former paladin has become a completely different picture.

Whether it was the hideous skulls on the black armor, or the eyes that flashed with malice, or the crimson camp light, they all pointed to a terrible result.

Depraved!

And it's not just an ordinary depravity, and it's favored by some powerful evil being.

While the ogre and the gnoll priest were talking, Erebeth had already arrived in front of Thrall, looked each other up and down with a scrutinizing gaze, and it took a full minute before he pursed the corners of his mouth and commented with a smile: "It's really good that you can kill an Imperial dragon knight and his mount, and also summon a storm of this magnitude." ”

"Are you here to avenge your men? Lady. ”

Sal undoubtedly felt the powerful aura emanating from the other party's body, and his face suddenly became extremely serious.

"Revenge?"

Erebeth glanced at the dragon knight and the dragon's corpse and smiled dismissively.

"No, of course not.

I'm not interested in doing something that boring.

Not to mention that this is war, whether it is to kill the enemy or be killed by the enemy, it is very common, there is nothing to complain about.

I just want a big enough opponent to test what I'm capable of, that's all. ”

"So you chose me?"

Thrall subconsciously clenched the hammer of destruction in his hand.

From the conversation between the two, it is not difficult to judge that neither of them knows each other's identities, and they are both serving the same master.

Erebeth raised his chin slightly and replied with a smile, "That's right!

Because you're the only one of these monsters that's worth fighting.

As for the others, they are nothing more than a rabble.

They are like ants and bugs on the ground, and whether they are alive or dead will not have any effect on the world. ”

As the last word blurted out, Erebeth suddenly raised his hand and gestured to the flaming dragon behind him.

Next Second......

The latter pounced directly on the nearest jackal, and opened his bloody mouth to spew out a huge fireball with a diameter of more than thirty meters.

The moment it swelled and exploded, hundreds of gnolls were instantly swallowed by the terrifying heat, and before they could even scream, they were burned to the ground.

As the glaring light of the fire gradually dissipated, the dirt and rocks on the ground showed obvious signs of melting.

Rainwater evaporates immediately upon it and forms a dense fog around it.

The flaming dragon, on the other hand, used the fog to block his vision as a cover, rushing in at lightning speed, and it didn't take long to clear the entire area.

Listening to the terrified desperate shouts in the distance, the corners of Erebes's mouth rose very significantly, and he pulled out the two-handed greatsword of Hell Flame with an enchantment level +5 behind him, and issued an invitation in a tone that could not be refused: "Come on, let me see what you are capable of." If you don't satisfy me, don't think about leaving alive. ”

The voice has not fallen!

The huge gem on her chest suddenly erupted with sin fire from Bato's hell, enveloping her entire body, and then rushed closer, and she began to slash with a powerful slash.

Clang!

The sharp blade left a mark of its own on the scarred Hammer of Doom.

The splashing sparks made Thrall feel the astonishing heat, and the indescribable evil and filth in the flames.

As a shaman, communicating with the elements and borrowing power is as simple as breathing for him.

But the evil hellish flame breath in front of him was not at all like an ordinary elemental flame, it was closer to an energy with a strong evil consciousness, and the flame was only its manifest manifestation.

Sensing this, Thrall immediately summoned the power of the water elemental to infuse the warhammer against the possible erosion of the Evil Spirit.

Bang!

With the torrent gushing out, Erebeth was instantly forcibly pushed more than ten meters away, and his eyes flashed with surprise.

Just as she was about to rush forward again and launch an onslaught, she suddenly felt a violent vibration from the ground beneath her feet.

Immediately, a big rock hand rose from the ground and grabbed the whole person in the palm of his hand.

If it is replaced by ordinary people, there may be basically nothing you can do about it.

But Erebeth violently urged the fire of hell to burn, and forcibly melted the big rock hand that bound him into hot magma.

The moment she hit the ground, she immediately saw a flashing electric war hammer smash down head-on.

But this time, instead of hard-hitting, she sent a short teleport behind her opponent, picking up her greatsword and slashing at her legs.

As a gladiatorial champion, Thrall had experienced too many vicious battles, so he immediately understood how dangerous his situation was after losing his target, and instantly used the power of the wind elemental to push himself with a strong air current, just enough to dodge this fatal blow.

After completing the exchange of positions, he quickly landed on the ground, turned around and stared at the dangerous woman a few steps away, gasping for air.

In order not to interfere with his concentration, Thrall even gave up distractions to channel the storm.

As a direct result, the dark clouds, torrential rain, lightning and tornadoes that had been hanging over the entire area began to gradually dissipate.

When the wind and rain have subsided to a certain extent, even people who are far away can observe Erebes and Thrall fighting in the middle of the battlefield.

Despite the fact that they were all wearing armor and wielding heavy weapons in their hands, it should be a contest of pure strength and martial arts.

But it turned out to be the opposite!

All kinds of powerful and strange magic and energy constantly collide in the air, bursting into brilliant flames, electric light, fog and magma.

Thrall's magical power comes from the elements, and the four energies of fire, water, wind, and earth are constantly changing in his hands.

Erebes' magical power comes from the magic bestowed by Zuosi, as well as the infernal breath of hell that is full of evil power.

Therefore, the battle picture gives people the illusion that two archmages are fighting hand-to-hand with their faces.

But there's no denying that, in terms of visual impact, it's obviously much more exciting than a pure spell duel or warrior duel.

Especially after noticing that the Flame Dragon was no longer chasing him, Oberd Arrows and the other orcs quickly climbed the high slope, staring at this duel that would go down in history, for fear of missing any wonderful moment.

After all, the career level of most orc chiefs is around LV10, and those who pull their hips a little may not even reach LV7.

Abbard Arrows is a LV5 barbarian and LV4 warrior himself.

So he knew very well how outrageous and exaggerated the combat power displayed by Thrall.

This is already a height that only legends and even voters can reach.

He can even summon giant elementals and even elemental elders from the elemental plane to help him.

But what made Aubard Arrows even more unbelievable was that after the fall, Erebeth was able to compete with such powerful orc warriors, often starting with the magic of the seventh, eighth, and even ninth rings.

All kinds of enhancement and healing magic are not expensive to put on the body.

"Chieftain...... Chief, what are we going to do now? ”

A strong orc warrior asked, trembling.

The reason why he is so frightened is that just a few hours ago, under the banner of "old-timers", the newcomer Sal was humiliated and educated.

When I think back to my arrogant attitude at that time, and Sarna's cold, emotionless eyes, the range of the water stain in the middle of the pants expands.

Because this is basically equivalent to walking away from the ghost gate.

Although the orc warriors didn't quite understand why such a powerful Thrall didn't kill himself on the spot.

But what is certain is that from now on the status of the tribe may plummet.

Everyone will find a way to curry favor with the champion warrior by suppressing, bullying and verbally abusing him.

"We can't do anything, just wait here for the outcome of the duel."

With that, Obued Arrows cautiously stared at the flaming dragon standing not far away, fearing that the deadly beast would attack again.

However, just when everyone's attention was drawn to the duel between Erebes and Sal, Deszell, who was hiding in the shadows, finally waited for his long-awaited opportunity.

Looking at the fierce fight in the crystal ball, a smug expression appeared on his face, and he sneered and sarcastically said, "What a bunch of stupid idiots, they were fooled so easily."

Especially Erebeth and this orc named Thrall.

There is a great power in the air, but it is not yet played by me.

Little did they know that the attack on Leicester Harbour was only designed to draw the defenders of Neverwinter away.

My real purpose is to launch a raid with the help of the passages that connect the Neverwinter warehouses to the Dark Realms.

As long as the seal can be opened to release the great creator race, the entire Neverwinter City will be destroyed in an instant.

Dear Mistress, are you and your Drow army ready? ”

"Of course! My men will surprise that surface city with a dagger smeared with poison. ”

A dark elf priestess grinned in a bloodthirsty and cruel grin.

"Remember to bring all the summoned demons with you. I want Lord Nasir to see the entire Neverwinter fall in fear and despair. ”

As he said this, Deszel set his eyes on the old man who was already tortured to the point of dying not far away.

You don't need to ask to know that this old man is the only legitimate lord of Neverwinter at the moment, Nasir.

I saw him struggling to raise his head and stare at Deszaire, roaring with all his strength: "You are dreaming! Neverwinter won't be destroyed at the hands of you damned traitor! ”

"Hehe, I advise you to save your energy.

Otherwise, it would be a shame to die before Neverwinter was destroyed.

Besides, do you know why Erebeth never sent someone to rescue you after all this time?

Because she had already taken refuge in the Empire, she had dedicated herself to Thos, along with Neverwinter.

Today, Neverfall is infested with bureaucrats and armies from the Empire.

As soon as you die, Erebeth will sit on the throne of lord as a matter of course, completely destroying the independence you are trying to preserve.

So even if I fail, the Neverwinter you know will cease to exist. ”

Deszaire walked closer, picked up the leather whip placed on the table and held it high above his head, slashing his head and face until Lord Nasir had fainted completely.

Immediately after, he unleashed a healing spell on him in a very murderous way, and then sprinkled salt water on the wound that had not yet fully healed.

"Ahhh!!!!hh

The intense pain instantly brought Lord Nasir back to consciousness, and his whole body shook uncontrollably.

This kind of torture and abuse obviously made Deszel feel very satisfied, and he said bluntly to the dark spirit priestess who was standing by watching the play, "Mistress, you can start moving. After all, I don't know how long the duel between Erebeth and Thrall will last, so you'd better race against the clock to take control of key places. ”

"No problem. By the way, if you're looking for more pain for that pathetic human being, I have a couple of great ideas. ”

The priestess stuck out her tongue and licked her lips in a seductive motion.

There is no doubt that the traditional dark elves, and especially the priestess of Rose, are exceptionally proficient in the art of pain and suffering.

And they enjoy the process so much that they are able to turn the pain of the victim into their own pleasure.

It is said that even the demons of the Abyss will learn from the Drow in this realm.

"When you come back triumphantly, we can find a time to discuss it."

Deszel responded with a smile on his face.

In this way, an army of Drow from the Dark Regions quickly used teleportation magic to reach the abandoned tunnels deep beneath Neverwinter.

Although they are not very numerous, they are the best of the best, and the average Drow warrior can easily take out more than five defenders of Neverwinter.

Not to mention the large number of mages, warlocks, and priests in the ranks.

Neverwinter is home to a long history of civilization, dating back tens of thousands of years to the rise of the Creator, and the establishment of a multi-ethnic settlement after the Elven Crown Wars.

This means that it has been destroyed more than once.

Every rebuilding on top of the original ruins buries the ancient ruins deep underground.

After several caps, no one remembers the dangers hidden deep underground.

However, gangsters and tomb robbers who are engaged in illegal activities secretly dig tunnels inside some buildings in order to evade guards, accidentally find some of them, and then through continuous excavation, they open up each part to form a dark web of smuggling, selling, kidnapping, assassination and trafficking in contraband.

This is one of the reasons why Neverwinter seems to be relatively safe on the surface.

Unlike other urban thieves' guilds, which operate semi-publicly, local criminal organizations are hidden underground.

So the few conflicts that broke out over turf and business didn't alarm the guards of Neverwinter at all.

But now, these secret passages through the sewers, the streets where the underground ruins once were, and the sewers of ancient cities became the perfect locations for the Dark Elves to launch a surprise attack.

In order to maximize her combat effectiveness, the master mother waited patiently for a while.

It wasn't until the sun went down and night that she gestured to her son.

The latter immediately understood, drew his sword, and led dozens of elite soldiers who had been waiting for a long time, and rushed out directly from the hiding place to aim at the gang members who were making a deal.

Since nothing like this had ever happened before, these local criminal organizations were not prepared at all, and they were immediately hacked to pieces.

In addition, the weapons of the dark elves are basically mixed with pure gold and attached to evil magic, so ordinary leather armor and chain mail have no protective effect at all, and they can penetrate with a hard slash or stab.

In less than a dozen seconds, more than thirty gang members died like this.

Many of them suffered immensely before they died.

Due to their twisted, brutal, and bloodthirsty nature, Drow warriors are very fond of deliberately choosing non-lethal parts that cause intense pain when killing their prey.

For example, cutting half an egg with precision, splitting the little brother in half in the middle, slicing open the stomach to let the intestines flow, or smashing the bones of the fingers and toes with a blunt object.

In short, they are true masters in this field, and if you die in three minutes, it will never end in two and a half minutes.

After killing the obstructive creatures, the dark elves immediately dispersed and moved down the tunnels towards the ground.

No matter who you met along the way, you didn't say a word and just killed something.

It is foreseeable that after the end of this war, the level of law and order in Neverwinter will inevitably be greatly improved, and even the crime will be extinct.

The reason is very simple!

After the vast majority of criminal organizations have experienced this massacre, there are probably not a few core members left in them.

By the time the Mistress came out of the basement of a warehouse in the docks, there was a river of blood, corpses, severed limbs, and internal organs everywhere, and the demons who followed the dark elves were even more happy to enjoy the bloody feast.

Stepping on the viscous plasma, the high-ranking priestess of Rose walked straight to the window, looked out through the gap in the curtain, and asked without looking back, "You didn't alarm the people outside, did you?" ”

"Of course not. You know, I've always been very good at this kind of secret incursion. They didn't even have time to make a sound when they died, and it was impossible for any fish to escape. ”

The male warriors swore by the pledges.

You must know that all dark elves, regardless of their profession, stealth and silent action are required, otherwise it is impossible to survive in a dangerous place like the dark region.

Most of them have skills in this field that are comparable to those of thieves around LV5.

Therefore, like a gangster stronghold, few people can detect Drow's arrival, and the result is naturally self-evident.

This result undoubtedly made the priestess very satisfied, and nodded lightly with a smile: "Excellent!

I knew you wouldn't let me down.

Now I ask you to divide the team into three teams.

One team is responsible for taking low-level demons to set fire to and kill everywhere, creating chaos and panic;

Another team went to assassinate the city's top brassips;

The last group marched with me to Neverwinter Castle. ”

"Go to Neverwinter Castle now? Deszel didn't give us the right to open the seal. ”

The other priestess in the team couldn't help but remind.

But the mistress smiled disappreciatively and replied, "Do you think that after we capture Neverwinter Castle, Deszel will still hide in his rat hole?"

Believe me, he will appear with the curse of power as soon as possible, and release all the awakened creator races.

Then we will be able to take advantage of the chaos to accomplish the will of the Great Goddess. ”

"Understood."

The priestess's eyes lit up slightly, and she hurriedly stroked her chest with one hand, deeply refusing to express her respect and submission to the mistress.

With the Dark Elves successfully infiltrating, the otherwise peaceful city soon began to become chaotic.

The first riots were in prisons where many dangerous criminals were held.

To be exact, a small group of drow deliberately killed the guards and released them all.

As soon as these guys got their weapons and equipment, they went on a revenge frenzy.

Not only were the guards in the area besieged, but even the civilians were not spared.

The long-term imprisonment has caused these guys who are already violent to have no energy and no place to vent, and now after they come out, they are naturally committing adultery and plundering, and the screams, cries and pleading voices of the women in the house can be heard from far away.

In addition to this, the second place where order and law are lost is the beggar's nest.

Since this is basically the land of the poor man, with small wooden houses and shanties as far as the eye can see, the dark elves simply set a fire to the whole area and set the whole area on fire.

In the process of fleeing for their lives, the evil in the hearts of the poor who have lost everything naturally begins to breed, and finally completely and completely out of control.

Standing in front of the windowsill on the upper floor of Neverwinter Castle, the intelligence director, Erion Zhende, was condescendingly looking at the fire and chaos in the city, and said in a rather emotional voice: "It's finally about to begin." I had expected Deszel to endure a little longer. ”

"I think this is why Lady Erebeth left Neverwinter. Deszel thought it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so he made a decisive move. ”

General Taylor touched the thick beard on his chin and said his guess.

In fact, the rescue of the two air gunboats and the sortie of Erebes were both aimed at luring Deszel to take the initiative.

Otherwise, God knows what this guy is doing in the forests of Neverwinter every day.

It seems that Deszaire has revealed all the hole cards in his hand. Because there are not only the army of dark elves entering the city, but also a large number of demons, and they don't know that the church of the righteous god can withstand it. ”

As they spoke, the two of them had already seen the city's grandest temple burst into flames, and a dense mass of little demons rose into the air and rushed into the temple through the windows, launching indiscriminate attacks on priests, paladins, and ordinary believers.

In addition, there are many more demons that have begun to chase pedestrians in the streets.

Seeing this, the officers in charge of patrolling and policing immediately organized their soldiers to resist, while covering the evacuation of civilians to relatively safe places.

All of a sudden, all kinds of shouts, fights, cries, and wails mingled together, forming a purgatory-like scene.

Such a bloody and tragic picture suddenly made Arian Zhende look unbearable, and asked in a tone that was not very sure: "Aren't you going to make a move?" ”

"Now?

Are you kidding?

If you expose your strength at this time, all the planning and arrangement you have done before will be in vain.

Because we need to use the hands of Deszel to find the hiding places of those creator races. ”

General Taylor did not hesitate to reject the offer.

As a traditional Karlin-shirt, he doesn't like Neverwinter at all, and he doesn't like the Church of the God of Justice that reigns here.

Most importantly, he was tasked not with protecting Neverwinter and its inhabitants, but with the threat of the Creator race once and for all.

This means that, as long as the goal can be achieved, even the destruction of Neverwinter will kill two-thirds of the population is an acceptable loss.

Just as the two were talking, a dazzling white light suddenly flashed in the alley in the distance.

The bodies of the more than six Dark Elf warriors who were blocking the entrance were torn apart in a very strange manner, and the fracture of the corpses was very smooth, as if they had been cut by something extremely sharp.

The problem was that they were wearing no damage, including their armor, clothing, and cloaks.

"What's that?!"

Erion Zhende's eyes widened in shock.

You must know that the dark skin of the drow elves has extremely strong magic resistance, and many of them can still continue to fight alive even after eating a full lightning shot.

"This time, this magical power, if nothing else, should be that Mr. Dumbledore."

General Taylor thought for a moment and immediately gave the answer.

Just as he expected, about ten seconds or so, a mage in robes came out of it, it was Albus Dumbledore himself.

Behind him was a handsome elf.

"Vanswick? How could the two of them be together! ”

Erion Zhende couldn't help but frown.

Despite being the intelligence chief, he had long known that there was an abnormal intimacy between the two.

But since Erebeth announced that the wedding would take place in a few months, Vanswick has become much more secluded and honest for a long time.

He still thought that the other party had already regained his heart and was ready to live a good life.

After all, Erebeth was the goddess admired throughout Neverwinter, and many young people were overwhelmed by the news of her engagement, and spent their days in taverns and inns to drown their sorrows.

So after learning that Vanswick was cheating on an old man, Erion Gentton's first reaction was anger, and he wanted to immediately inform Erebeth to end the marriage in time.

But later, I don't know why, Erebes didn't want to break the marriage contract after knowing the truth, but uncharacteristically chose to forgive his fiancé in public, and announced the date of the wedding.

Such gentleness and generosity have made countless licking dogs jealous and about to go crazy.

There have even been vicious cases of people trying to poison Vanswijk.

Erion Zhende didn't understand why Vanswick chose to betray again and again, after Erebes had done it to this extent.

The intelligence director obviously did not know that Erebes's forgiveness in public and the announcement of the date of the wedding were only to completely tarnish Vanswick's reputation, so that he could not speak of his suffering, and could only endure mental torture on the green prairie.

In Erebes's plan, she not only has to attend the wedding with a big belly, but also invites Zuo Si to visit every now and then after the child is born, so that Vanswick can stage various restrictive action blockbusters in front of Vanswick.

Vanswijk, who was already a little silly and sweet and extremely fragile in his heart, could bear this, and directly broke the defense and suffered from severe depression.

Coupled with the effects of that bottle of permanent magic potion, it was natural to turn to Dumbledore for comfort.

The two inevitably chatted to the bed after going back and forth.

In addition, although the principal plays a zero role in this relationship, his personality is not zero at all, but very strong.

This is one of the reasons why he and Gellert Grindelwald will end up falling out completely.

In a relationship, it is often the case that one partner is strong and the other partner must be weak to sustain it for a long time.

Otherwise, it's strange that two strong people get together and don't fight.

But Vanswijk is different.

Although he plays one, his character is very cowardly, and even makes people feel that he has no manhood and looks like a sissy.

So there was a wonderful chemical reaction between the strong character Zero and the weak one.

As a result, the two are not only very compatible, but also have no conflict in values and outlook on life......