high castle elves

The Spider Web Master overhead seemed to be teleporting, suddenly appearing at a blind spot on the road in front of Alamir. The scimitar in his hand was like a spider's fangs, as if he was waiting for Alamir to rush over and send his body over.

But he wasn't the only one waiting for this moment?

No matter how fast the sword light was, it couldn't be faster than light. The lightning beam hit the elf almost instantly. At this time, his whole body was paralyzed and bursts of pain hit him.

But this "elf" is not a surface elf, but a drow elf...

The target of the lightning beam turned out to be the spider web master!

The lightning beam loaded with extremely effective spells, which used up a fourth-level spell slot of the mage, hit the Spider Web Master with powerful power.

At the same time, he was shocked and angry, and the spider web master finally understood why the ugly eagle risked becoming the target of public criticism and set off a violent storm.

The huge strong wind swept up not only gravel, but also flesh and blood!

The flesh and blood hung on the cobwebs became a good conductor, and the cobwebs under him became a power grid, giving him nowhere to escape!

However, it was too late to realize at this moment... The originally invincible spider web had become a constraint for him, making the spider web master extremely anxious.

"Idiot!" The lustful demon's happy curse came to mind in Alamir's heart, showing her happy mood at the moment. Looking at the clarity of the mage's eyes over there, Alamir once again expressed his displeasure with the lustful demon's powerful human charm spell. Talent affirmed.

The next second, the ugly eagle suddenly rose up from the ground. Alamir's foot pressed hard on its hardest bald head. Milsi let out a cry of pain and fell quickly.

Then, the originally fatal sword changed its direction and penetrated into the spider web master's heart with lightning speed.

"Next time, I'll give you ten rolls, no, twenty rolls of spicy rabbit meat!!" A sword pierced the paralyzed Spider Web Master, who was originally difficult to deal with. Alamir comforted him and was stepped on by him. As Milsi went down, he watched him angrily vent his anger on the hobgoblin, and pecked out the skull of a hobgoblin. Alamir felt that this animal companion, although it usually stretched his hips, was still useful in critical moments. of.

Another point, I have to say, the sand sculpture's head is really iron. He stepped on it like this, and he didn't even feel dizzy at all.Alamir even created the myth that who is stronger, the head or the mouth of the sand sculpture...

On the other side, seeing the spider web master being killed, the drow knight did not dare to fight. His body turned into a black light and quickly fled back to the formation, leaving the hobgoblin who had no fighting spirit to bear their attack.

After the hobgoblins were killed, Alamir, who had been hit by magic several times, returned to the formation. Looking at almost all of his team members who were injured, he felt that the danger of fighting the drow was much more dangerous than on the surface. Especially the clown Jory, who was seriously injured and was taken care of by the two teams of drow. He could only protect himself and had no strength to fight.

"What an admirable battle." Pat, pat, pat - a light clap of approval sounded from the rear left. It was obvious that the wonderful murder just now made the tall female priest very interesting.

It has to be said that their initial target was this terrifying spider web master, because a spider web master plays a huge role in melee. His ability to change the terrain and contain the opponent's troops makes him the most terrifying person on the battlefield. Auxiliary.

Therefore, from the time when the Demon of Desire quietly charmed the mage, Sha Diao and Alamir attacked, they began to lay out this plan. Any omission in any link would lead to tragic consequences. It was just a melee, but the calculations designed in it also included attacks on Alamire and others. The pressure on people's minds is huge.

But the results are also very gratifying. Originally basically a plier, up to level [-], this terrifying battlefield auxiliary web master had not yet played his role. It was a big surprise that they killed him so easily.

And this time, the horrific calculations and murders came from the terrifying head of the Demon of Desire. Alamire alone could not have devised such vicious tactics and murderous tactics.

"I still have to be on guard against lust demons in the future..." Looking at Bynatrian who looked as if nothing had happened next to him, Alamir finally understood why there was such an inherent saying about the devil's wisdom.

"The foreplay is over, let's start the real pleasure. I hope your strong body can bring me a lot of pleasure." He casually threw the body of the "bad" mage in his team aside. The leading female priest of the team called Touch of Fear emerged from the crowd, as if the loss just now was nothing, her expression was beautiful and seductive, and the snake head on the snake head whip screamed proudly!

She looked at Alamir, like a female spider seeing its prey, and showed a bloodthirsty and perverted smile.

The real war begins now.

Looking at the Touch of Terror team that killed the mage Zi Zheng, the real elites of the drow in front also formed a tight formation, slowly approaching the demons and monsters one after the other...

Also approaching are their remaining "slave elites".

They already had a rough idea of ​​the strength of this prey. Now, all that was left was to eat it. Looking at the "ally" on the opposite side, the two leading female priests both smiled as if they had seen the prey fall into a trap.

"More than people, right?" Seeing that the number of priests, mages and warriors was at least twice his own, and the number of slave soldiers was more than ten times his own, the two teams were attacking together. Alamir felt helpless.

You gangsters just don’t follow the rules of the world, bah!Bad woman!Alamir drew out his swords again and looked warily at the slowly approaching drow.

Then, right behind the Touch of Fear team, a dense burst of bone arrows shot into their backs!

Caught off guard, many slave soldiers were injured. The angry female drow looked back at her other "ally".

"I'm not late..." Among a group of white skeletons, Zovel of the Necromancy School stood tall and gently greeted Alamir and Barbara.

"Of course, just right..." Alamir looked at the Black Blood team that appeared behind the Touch of Fear, and responded with a smile on his face as if his prey had fallen into a trap.

"May the light shine on your head!" The female priest touched by fear looked at the former "ally" who was attached to her, cursed angrily, and uttered a terrifying and vicious curse.

Then, surprise crept onto her cheeks... The vicious magical curse that was originally used to control the heart of the opposing mage actually lost its effectiveness.

"Are you looking for this?" Zovel gently opened the robe on his chest, revealing his smooth chest underneath!

how come! !Seeing that the mage's originally empty chest was filled with flesh and blood again, there was a strange tattoo on it, which seemed to describe incomparable evil.

Immediately afterwards, the mage's fingers were like a soldering iron, gently inserted into his chest, then gently pulled out a dying spider, and squeezed it to explode!

No!The female drow howled in pain, with a look of unwillingness, hatred and despair in her eyes.

Immediately afterwards, her towering chest suddenly exploded and was blown into a hollow!

Rose's curse has always been two-way. As the priest who captured Zovel, she enjoyed releasing the curse on him personally, slapped the Zovel family in the face, and enjoyed Rose's glory. After Weir got rid of the curse, double the punishment was returned directly to her along the magical channel!

Jiwen Guerli, the priest of the fourth family, was one of the patrol teams responsible for capturing Zovel, and received the "honor" of punishing this man. Now this "divine grace" has come to her, allowing her to She died instantly.

"May the light shine on my head??" The young mage stood among a group of bones like a messenger from the underworld, with a sarcastic smile on his face.

"You are right, great priest. My purpose is to let that blazing and all-melting light shine on the heads of all drow..." The mage's black velvet robe began. Floating, it began to emit a light that made it difficult to open one's eyes.

As the light dissipated, Mage Zovel, who was originally dressed in pitch black, was now wearing a brilliant yellow robe!

I dance in the bright garden,

Surrounded by vines, flowers and weeds.

The last son is lost, the second son dies,

The eldest son seeks for power!

I dance where the fire falls

The unknown king is coming,

Bring us what we think we need,

Take away the common ways of the world!

.........

The yellow-robed Zovel prayed and praised in a pious and intoxicated voice.