Elven Reaper

"You'd better copy it. After you finish copying it, just put it here. I will come and get it." Akto put the note gently on the table, turned around and walked out. Vivian looked at the slender figure in white longingly, walked to the door, and then disappeared. She couldn't help but think blankly, Mr. Akto was the god of light who came down to earth. Then, she quickly put the book on the table and picked up the notes left by Akto. This book was written by a god, right? Mr. Akto can go to a calligraphy exhibition. How can the handwriting be so good? Also, this typesetting is the most harmonious typesetting for memory and eyesight, and the entire notebook is written in one go, without any mistakes, corrections, omissions or deletions. There is still a faint fragrance on the notebook. Is it Mr. Akto's body fragrance? Vivian looked at it furtively. No one was around. She held the notebook in her arms and smelled it hard. ah. I couldn't help it. How could there be such a perfect man in this world? Vivian carefully played with the notebook like a priceless walnut for a long time before opening it and reading the contents of the note. After watching for a minute, Vivian's face became extremely solemn. It turns out that learning can still be done in this way. Vivian simply feels that all the books she has read over the years have been in vain. Akto's notes were very concise and concise, but he also recorded the essence of the book one by one. His analysis was profound and simple, and his annotations were straightforward. There are many things that are difficult to understand, and some very appropriate allusions and vivid metaphors are used to explain them. Vivian transcribed the notes with a pious look and used his very delicate handwriting. Then, holding Acto's notes in both hands, she walked to the two-story building of the Holy Court. The small building does not have any access control or guards. You don't need to think about it to know that the Holy Court is the most powerful force organization of the Holy See of Light. Even if there are guards, it is probably just a fiction. Each judge has a separate room. Grand Inquisitor Noel. The Wave-Eating Sword Lord Aldrich. Aktor the Judge. Finally, Vivian found Akto's room. Just as she was about to go up and knock on the door, she heard a voice ringing in her ears: "Judges, all have gone out." It was the voice of His Majesty the Pope. Vivian quickly turned around and looked around, but found no trace of anyone. Indeed, the judges are out. Because in the early morning of that day, the new holy war of light had completely begun. Pope Jerry immediately sent a mission. Each judge led a part of the priests to attack and destroy the undead army. Suddenly, Vivian felt a soft but tough force that was irresistible to her, pulling her body downstairs. "Okay, it's time for you to go out." The pope's old and powerful voice sounded again. "Well, where are we going?" Vivian looked confused. Although she was out of control, she still held Akto's notebook tightly in her hand. Polk City. Although it was early in the morning, it was already dark. Black clouds billowed in the sky, and the air was filled with gray death. Looking from a distance, the entire world seemed to be covered by an invisible huge black iron pot lid, and all that could be seen was darkness. Akto held the city wall with both hands and stared at the undead army rolling in below with a stern look on his face. He finally understood what the Pope meant when he said "the Holy War of Light has officially begun." The necromancer who caused trouble in Pok City a few days ago seemed to be very powerful, but Akto realized that it was really just an appetizer. There are many kinds of black and gray undead creatures under the city, including skeletons that have just crawled out of old graves. There are zombies turned into zombies by humans in the towns around Poker City. There are also undead puppets with fighting spirit and magical abilities, and their combat power is not inferior to that of living people of the same level. There are also undead puppets and skeletons transformed into powerful monsters. What's even more outrageous is that there are several reorganized armies, and I don't know what these armies were like when they were alive. But now that they have become undead creatures, the array is neat and the aura is fierce. The cavalry is in the middle and the infantry are on both sides. The whole army seems to have a decisive and iron-blooded aura. Undead creatures crowded one after another, stacked on top of each other, like wild wolves attracted by fresh meat and hungry for several days, charging towards Pork City. Later, Akto also saw the most extreme thing. The dragon is a giant dragon. After death, it was sacrificed by undead creatures and turned into a dragon-like undead puppet. Dragons are few in number, but their cultivation talents are powerful. Generally, young dragons have level seven strength. When dragons reach adulthood, they will generally reach level nine strength. Moreover, he is a ninth-level magician and martial artist, the kind that ordinary ninth-level practitioners cannot defeat. Some of those with better genes and more diligent cultivation will be upgraded to level ten dragons. Although the Dragon Clan is powerful, they are arrogant by nature and are unwilling to associate with other races. Many giant dragons live on Dragon Island all their lives and disdain to set foot on the mainland. And every time a giant dragon appears on the mainland, a tragic disaster will basically occur. Because in the eyes of the Dragon Clan, there is no difference between the three tribes and Warcraft. They are all ant-like existences, the kind of things that can play as they want and kill as they want. But like this powerful giant dragon, it actually turned into an undead creature. Why doesn't this make people gasp? And there are more than one. While Akto was surprised, he couldn't help but wonder why so many giant dragons were killed. A group of priests led by Akto set up a formation at the gate of the city and were waiting. Suddenly, Akto felt a strong fishy smell, and at some point, a huge dragon head stretched out on his shoulder, only five centimeters away from the side of his face. This is different from the bone dragon under the city. This is a living dragon. "Humble human race, you have an aura that I hate," the thirty-meter-long dragon said in a deep voice. This giant dragon is covered with black scales all over its body. The scales are tightly joined together, making the whole dragon look shiny. It has a shocking sense of power and invincible defense. The dragon's teeth were like sharp steel nails, each tooth was as long as Akto's face. It was emitting a cold light at the moment, and there was thick and smelly ambergris saliva between the teeth. Akto looked indifferent: "Then I'm sorry, I can't change my smell. If you really can't stand it, please stay away from me." He said this, but he was thinking in his heart that he He is really a lone star from heaven, and no one will like him. Akto's understatement made the dragon very angry. The dragon roared, bared its teeth and yelled crazily: "I'm going to tear apart your bones, bugs and ants, and turn your flesh into dragon dung." Looking at him like that, it seemed as if he would suddenly open his mouth the next moment and bite Akto into pieces. fragments.