The Mysterious Businessman of Super Seminary

Chapter 211 One-sided (for subscription)
Dozens of banshees screamed crazily on the battlefield, and sound waves washed over the undead knight. The undead knight looked at the group of similar people in front of him, and the blue will-o'-the-wisps in his eyes looked very strange. It didn't know it was killed in the undead level. How much.

Chi Chi Chi! ! !
With a wave of the long sword in the hands of the Necromancer Knight, a fiery red ripple spread out from the long sword. This fiery red ripple carried a scorching temperature, and the banshee, who even the great swordsman dared not resist, touched After touching the fiery red ripples, like ice-cold white snow meeting scalding boiling water, it melted instantly, leaving no trace.

"kill!"

Accompanied by a cold voice from the mouth of the Necromancer Knight, he took the lead and rushed out. After a while, killing more than a dozen banshees in the sky, the Necromancer Knight led the White Jade Skeleton Corps and immediately swept the battlefield. In no time, all the enemies in the palace were killed by them!

"Saved, we are saved!"

"It's gone, it's all gone, all the terrible undead are gone!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, Mom, did you see it? The undead have been destroyed!"

In the palace, all the survivors vented their emotions crazily. When ammunition and food were exhausted and life and death were at stake, the great god sent his subordinates to come down forcefully to save them and the entire elf kingdom!
However, under the suspicious eyes of everyone, Wen Twelve suddenly flew into the sky.

"Outer Dao Reincarnation Innate Technique!"

With Wen Twelve's explosion, green rays of light flew out of him one by one, and all the dead elves on the ground came back to life.

"Whoo~~~"

After doing all this, the bone dragon and the dead knight in the sky led the skeleton army to leave one after another and returned to the undead world. The chief magician of the elf kingdom couldn't help but spit out a foul breath, the pressure they brought was too great , Casually showing a trace of momentum, he was overwhelmed and breathless.

"Saint."

The chief magician of the Elven Kingdom looked up and looked at the saint not far away, with a kind smile on his old face.

"Thanks to the saint for communicating with the great gods and saving our elf kingdom!"

"No, Grandpa Kanas, please don't say that, I just did something insignificant, the one who saved our elf kingdom is a great god!"

"Yes, it's a great god!"

The chief magician of the Elven Kingdom looked at the civilians who had survived the catastrophe, his cloudy eyes were extremely deep.

"Your Highness the Saint, the future of the Elf Kingdom depends on you."

"Grandpa Kanas, what do you mean?"

Ivy blinked, her purple eyes were full of doubts.

"Change your beliefs, forget the God of Life who abandoned us, and believe in the God who saves us!"

The chief elf magician let out a long sigh. If the God of Life hadn't abandoned them, how could their elf kingdom have been almost destroyed?

"Don't worry, Grandpa Kanas, the moment the Goddess of Life abandoned us, I will no longer be a believer in the Goddess of Life!"

Ivy nodded her head heavily.

"I have sacrificed myself completely to the great gods, and now in the elf kingdom, including me, we are all the personal belongings of the gods!"

Hearing her words, the chief magician of the kingdom was relieved.

"We are the people of the great gods, and we are no longer believers of the Creator!"

As Wen Twelve revived these war-dead elves, they fell from the sky, and the chief magician of the elf kingdom immediately pulled the saint to kneel on the ground and made a lofty salute, a great god.

Looking at the elves kneeling together, Wen Twelve frowned. As a person who grew up under the red flag, to be honest, he didn't like this kind of kneeling.

"They are so devout, it should be no problem to let them be my salesmen."

When Wen Twelve was talking to himself, the chief magician of the elf kingdom who was kneeling on the ground couldn't understand what the great god was saying. He lowered his head and instinctively acted as the most respectful and noble voice on the mainland. etiquette.

"It would be great if I could understand the words of the gods."

A bold idea came to the head of the kingdom's chief magician. Gods on the mainland cannot be understood or looked at directly.

But now, a god stood before him, protecting his family, protecting his kingdom, and not punishing him for his disrespect!

Maybe the gods don't care about them, or maybe they are the people of the gods, but in any case, the gods don't seem to mind their scrutiny.

"The great gods don't seem to mind our group of ants pondering or even looking directly at them!"

The chief magician of the kingdom recalled that he once looked directly at it, and when Wen Twelve flew into the air just now, he looked over curiously.

"I once looked directly at God, and God did not punish me!"

The chief magician of the Elven Kingdom felt his heart beating, and the beating speed of his heart was much stronger than the first time he slept with his wife.

"Look God in the eye? And try to understand God's teachings!"

The chief magician of the Elven Kingdom was frightened by his bold idea. In the depths of his muddy eyes, there was a kind of light called wild hope flickering.

“Look God in the eyes and try to understand what God has to say!”

The chief magician of the Elven Kingdom was full of these words in his mind, he was bold, and slowly raised his head, raised his head...

After Wen Twelve had finished thinking, he felt that there were a few people below who seemed to want to raise their heads.

Wen Twelve narrowed his eyes slightly, wondering what the hell was going on with this group of natives, kneeling on the ground and raising their heads so cautiously, timidly.

There is also the bald old man on the altar wearing a magic robe full of mud. He didn't raise his head directly, but he raised his head little by little, and his eyes swept around.

Under the altar, the man who looked like a soldier leader was lying on the ground, covering his eyes with his hands and peeking.

The point is that these guys didn't dare to look directly at them, they glanced at Wen Twelve from the corner of their eyes.

There are other people who are timid and timid, not even daring to raise their heads, as if they are afraid that Wen Twelve will be killed.

Wen Twelve was a little puzzled, what the hell were these natives doing?Forget it.

Wen Twelve rubbed his chin, looked at the group of elves below him, and spoke in the elf language of this continent.

"Just now you said that the entire elf kingdom is mine, is that true or not?"

Wen Twelve's sudden question stunned all the elves, and the saint Ivy replied with a trembling voice.

"Yes...yes...God...Master Spirit, as long as you need it, our elves can serve you."

Wen Twelve nodded in satisfaction.

"In that case, I do have something that I need you to tell me. Please get up and listen to me."

"This……?"

After hearing Wen Twelve's words, the elves hesitated and looked at each other. Then the chief magician of the Elf Kingdom said tremblingly.

"Lord God, we just need to kneel down. If you have anything to do, just give me your instructions."

Listen to what the people say.Wen Twelve's voice became severe.

"I tell you to get up, just get up! Doesn't what I say work?"

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