"If you want to become a warlock, you choose the second one, and if you don't have the will to do so, the third one is the best for you." Gavin gave his opinion.

"Oooh?" The Pike Spirit Maiden suddenly said, "Does the Psychic Warlock also choose the second one?" ”

"Psychic Warlock?" Gavin felt his heart skip a beat, this young girl with a spring will not be affected by herself, she really wants to take the path of a psychic warlock, right?

The expression on his face did not move at all, and he replied calmly: "If the psychic warlock, I still choose the third one, the psychic warlock relies on intelligence to eat, and the charm has little effect." ”

"Okay."

The body of the Pikejing girl bloomed with a more brilliant light, the butterfly wings that were as thin as cicada wings became more gorgeous and colorful, and the appearance was also fine-tuned, the face was still round, small, the eyes seemed to be bigger, and the water was full, which made people can't help but feel pity when they saw it.

Nicole did not suddenly become extremely sexy and enchanting, but further strengthened the original cute style and brought her characteristics to the extreme.

Charm is never just one thing.

If it is a Pike spirit girl, she really becomes like a water fairy, so enchanting and charming, and her charm will be greatly reduced.

Everyone present hurriedly shifted their gaze, they didn't want to be blinded by accident.

In the Dragon Oak Dream Realm, the souls of the ruined giants were destroyed one after another.

In the lair of the ruined giant, a new change has been born.

One of the deformed dark altars was the first to make a clattering and shattering sound, forming the core of the altar, the bones of the Waste Giant, twisted and shattered in sections.

The tentacles of black mist dancing wildly above the roots of the tree completely lost their restraints at this moment, and collapsed, turning into countless black mist, dancing in the air at will.

Some of them were entangled in the wielding black mist tentacles on the other two tree roots and dragged them over.

More often than not, it emits a terrible wail and launches indiscriminate attacks on the creatures around it.

The deformed creatures entangled in these black mist writhed wildly and fled in all directions, but there was no way to get rid of the entanglement of the black mist.

This is not a simple black mist, there are twisted souls in it, and each black mist is a strange and deformed ghost.

These deformed spirits hate and loathe all living beings, especially the dark minions, who sent them to the altar of deformed darkness and into endless despair.

They want these slaves of darkness to taste the pain and despair they have endured.

The deformed ghosts went in and out of the bodies of those dark slaves, forcibly pulling their deformed souls out of their bodies.

There were several more powerful deformed ghosts, and they pounced on the nearest ruined giant with great momentum.

"It's up to you?! You were servants in life, and you can only be after death. ”

The ruined giant who was targeted shouted angrily, and was not afraid at all, one big and one small, two evil eyes, glaring at the same time.

The evil light emitted from that giant evil eye was like substance.

The deformed ghost that was targeted was like being kneaded several times by an invisible hand, and then violently crushed.

Even the ghosts in the black mist belt turned into nothingness on the spot.

These deformed ghosts, born from the twisting power of the Waste Giants, naturally have no power to resist them.

The other deformed ghosts, as if recalling the fear that once dominated flesh and soul, screamed and fled in all directions.

A few of them were even more trembling, huddled in the shadows, not daring to move, their timid and cowering appearances, just like those of the dark slaves, who had obviously been shocked and prepared to submit to the domination and servitude of those ruined giants.

The Waste Giants didn't care about these deformed ghosts, they were quietly moving their steps away as far away from Prince Elton as possible, in their eyes, this was the most dangerous and terrifying existence in this place at this moment.

"How is that possible? How so? The Prince of the Waste Giants muttered in disbelief as he looked at the crumbling deformed dark altar, "The Great Shaman himself prophesied that in the near future, the Dragon Tree will wither and wither, and we will take the opportunity to corrupt it and turn it into our most powerful instrument of war, and the Spring Sprout Forest will fall, and the Court of the Summer King will tremble.

When the sky is torn apart and the earth collapses, we will become the co-masters of the earth and the underground, our borders will be incomparably vast, and our prestige will be unmatched!

The prophecy of the Great Shaman is absolutely not wrong, and who can tell me why this altar of corruption collapsed? Why is this foolproof mission on the verge of failure? Is the Great Shaman's prophecy wrong? Or are we, the executors, too incompetent? Yes? ”

At last Prince Elton had turned into a hysterical roar, his evil eyes widening and looking around, as if trying to find answers in the faces of the ruined giants and slaves, or to vent his anger.

The number of times it falls on Filisk, the necromantic shaman, is the most frequent.

At this moment, Felix was already sweating profusely, and the whole person seemed to have just been fished out of the underground river, and failed again, and the Celtwen soul summon returned, and failed again.

How is this possible?

They had only sent him in for just two minutes.

After discovering that the corrupted Kuroshio had become more serious, he immediately tried to summon him back to obtain first-hand information.

But the spirit of Seltven did not respond to his call at all.

He could feel Sertwin's soul, but he didn't respond to him.

Could it be that something happened inside?

Felix took a long breath and tried to calm his mind, thinking that it was useless to think that this was useless, no matter what, he had to summon Seltwin.

If he can't be summoned, I'm afraid that I will be sent in by Prince Eric to check the situation himself.

The necromantic shaman meticulously began to chant and cast spells, through the silk thread between Seltwin's corpse and soul, sensing Seltwin's soul and reconnecting with him, this time, no matter what, to bring his soul out, even if it is to use coercive measures to permanently damage the soul consciousness of the other party, and no longer hesitate.

As long as he can bring out the information they need, believing in small injuries and losses, Prince Elton can understand and don't care.

What about the soul?

What about Seltwin's soul?

What made the necromantic shaman's liver tremble was that he searched along the soul line for a long time, and the other end was empty.

The soul is gone, what will he use to drag him back?

Even if the Great Shaman is in person, there is nothing he can do in the face of this situation, only those alien gods have a way.

Filisk opened his eyes again, and saw a giant eye close at hand.

The smell of a dry manure pit that had not been cleaned for three years was the smell of Prince Eric's mouth.

The scorching, fishy breath, and the anger within, suffocated the necromantic shaman.

"What about Seltwin? Where exactly is Sertwin? Prince Elton's roar of rage was like a blast of thunder, blasting directly in the ears of the necromantic shaman, almost deafening him.

Filisk stiffened his head and replied dryly, "Celtwin's dead!" ”

"Dead? Of course I know that he is dead, your task is to revive him, I wanted him to die before, but now I want him to live, I need the message from his mouth, without the message, all the altars will collapse, and when the time comes, not only will he die, but the death of all of us present will have to become corrupt nourishment! ”

"Seltwin is completely dead, his soul is dead, he can't be resurrected, he has power, he is attacking corrupt souls, this is the core pillar of our corruption, when these corrupt souls are purified and destroyed, our corruption will fail." Although Celtwin died, he did not die in vain, at least he gave Felix, the necromantic shaman, enough revelation to get him to the root of the problem.

"Since there are enemies attacking, find them and destroy them." The Waste Giant Prince's face was full of hideousness, and his fierce eyes began to look around again.

Click! Click!

The second and third deformed dark altars, accompanied by the sound of bones shattering, were telling Prince Elton that they were on the verge of collapse.

"Go in, let me in, find the enemy, destroy them, and I will resurrect you, or else you will all have to die for me, and you will all have to die for me!" The Waste Giant Prince, who was already in a hurry, slammed the oversized battle axe, and put on a posture of who dared to take a step back and chop him up first.

Escape, these waste giants obviously don't have the guts, not to mention whether Elton will chase them after the fact, even if they run back to the Black Mirror Kingdom, without the leadership of Prince Elton, they will be executed as traitors, and the end will be even more miserable.

Entering a state of corruption, they dare not and do not want to.

Because who knows what exactly awaits them inside, and most importantly, Elton's character is really bad, who knows whether to resurrect them or treat them as permanent corrupt materials.

Click! Click! Click!

The sound of shattering became more and more urgent, like a bell beating non-stop.

A cyclops, unable to bear the pressure first, took the lead in walking towards the deformed dark altar that was relatively close.

Those waste giants still have a choice, and their servant races have no choice.

When the remaining two deformed dark altars shatter, it will also be the time of their death, and their flesh and bones will be the materials for the construction of new altars.

It is better to take the initiative now, and at least have a glimmer of hope of being resurrected, which is much better than no hope at all.

As soon as the cyclops approached, the black mist tentacles couldn't wait to envelop him, directly dragging his soul into the tide of corruption.

The effect was immediate, and with the support of a powerful soul, the shattering of the deformed dark altar was immediately stopped.

With this cyclops taking the lead, three or four cyclops came out one after another and were swept in.

"So, what are you waiting for? Do you want to wait until I do it myself? The Prince of the Waste Giants stared coldly at the Waste Giants, exuding strong dissatisfaction.

Just these cyclops, their combat power is only on par with the three waste giants, which is far from enough, far from enough.

Under Elton's strong pressure, those ruined giants are not allowed to enter the tide of corruption.

With the strength of everyone, no matter what the situation is, they have a possibility.

With the addition of a large number of waste giants, the tide of corruption has become a rising tide in the true sense, and those black mist tentacles have directly turned into black mist flames, burning and wrapping, and the remaining two dragon tree roots.

As for the Corrupted Altar, which has been broken, it needs to be restored before it can be used again.

"Got a monster?"

Faced with a large number of cyclops and waste giants rushing in, Gavin screamed strangely and teleported directly back to the safe area with the Dragon Oak team.

Only the Cyclops and the Waste Giant roared angrily, but they couldn't find half of the enemy, and they had nowhere to vent their anger, so they could only smash into the air around them.

The entire Dragon Oak Dream Realm trembled, and even the Dragon Oak team that had just returned to the safe area could clearly feel it.

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