high castle elves

Against the background of despair and killing laid out by the black light, the fiery red color brought by a bright bonfire is enough to bring excitement to this desperate and crazy prison world.

Most creatures yearn for warmth and light. Even a moth will risk being burned and throw itself into the fire without hesitation or hesitation.

Alamir felt that he was that moth now.

Because this fire was on their way to the giant golden tree that reached the sky, judging from the contraction of the corrosive mist, it seemed that the black mist was consciously squeezing their activity space.

What's more, the "person" sitting in front of the campfire has noticed them and turned his head to look at them.

Alamir couldn't avoid it.

Even with Alamir's eyesight, he could only see a vague figure in front of him. Under the mixture of black skylight and bright red firelight, his whole body appeared a dark red.

Dark red like blood that has dried up over the years.

The fog is coming!

It seems that the other party keeps adding something to the fire, and after burning, a large amount of vague gray mist is produced, which quickly disperses in the surrounding space.

This gray mist actually artificially isolated a huge circular venue from the surrounding area, as if he had deliberately chosen a battlefield and stage.

Alamir looked at the mist that was spreading around him, and wanted to shout Baga at Cyric's statue. The thought of how cool the gold-plated statue was became even more intense.

It looks so much like an island country game. I believe you when you say that you are a former traveler from an island country!

As expected, Alamir tried, but they could not leave the gray mist. A flexible force prevented Alamir from leaving the scope of the gray mist.

Moreover, he did not dare to move.

A huge power, like a sharp sword, pressed on the hearts of all the "people" present, as if they would be cut into more than a dozen pieces with a slight move.

"This is it?" Alamir secretly asked Baitulla next to him.

"This is the first generation of Dark Sun Puppet." Baitula's words still did not fluctuate at all. "As the first batch of trialists thrown into it by the Lord of Dark Sun, they have more killing divinity, and are similar to the vampires. Same, not suppressed by the level limit of the Black Prison." "It means that the first generation of Dark Sun Puppet may have a legend??"

"Legendary is impossible, but the person opposite is at least a high-level one! I don't know how many first-generation Dark Sun Puppets there are, but six of them have reached high-level levels. Even the Marquis is unwilling to provoke them!"

What surprised Alamir was that there was a hint of charm in Baitula's voice, as if the closer she was to death and danger, the more excited she became.

"High-level..." Alamir, who has experienced the crushing of low-level by mid-level, couldn't help but feel a little desperate. Although he didn't know the specific strength of high-level, he thought that high-level would defeat mid-level. The crushing force will definitely be greater than the mid-level versus low-level!

After all, from the perspective of Alamir's cultivation system, high-level promotion is the mirror of innateness. Innate vs. acquired peak, it is not as simple as 1 to 0.9...

As they thought, the gray mist behind them became more and more dense, seeming to "urge" them forward.

Does this count as a step towards destruction?Alamir thought with some self-deprecation, walking step by step into the blazing fire, the source of the mist.

The reason why Alamir is so calm is not because he is brave, or because he thinks that the time travelers are all children of luck and he will never die, or because he hopes that these two people can defeat the first-generation puppet of the dark sun.

But his mind is always connected to that sword intention!

There are not so many great luck and coincidences, some of them are just the result of the shocking layout behind them.

When the time comes, your martial arts will be completely useless and you will be half dead. Even though you can't break through the black prison with one sword, you will all die!

Alamir has no doubt that his master's sword intent can kill the creatures in front of him. After all, that sword intent was left by his master to help Alamir subdue the ghosts in Shanxi.

However, as he walked in, he felt that he had a reason to fight, even if-

Use up that ray of sword intent.

The man in front of him casually threw the corpse of the corrosive spirit into the fire. When he saw them approaching, he turned his face and looked at the "people" with eyes like a demon knife with great murderous intent.

It turns out that what this fire is burning is the soul of the Corruption Spirit and the divinity of the Corruption God!

Only after walking in did Alamir see clearly who this person was.

To be fair, this is the first "person" that Alamir has seen since he entered the Black Prison, or since he came to this world.

This is a human being with no mutations, no pointed ears, black eyes, black hair, pale skin, long hair tied with a cloth belt, wide clothes and big sleeves. He is sitting cross-legged in front of the fire, with a long and narrow sword and sheath placed across his knees. head.

This is an Oriental.

But the difference is that this is a Yingguo swordsman.

There are Easterners in this world. According to the geography that Alamir has learned, the most powerful empire in this world is called the Xianglong Empire. It is hidden behind the huge fog and the violent endless sea. About the characters and characters in this country The power of the country and the gods are unknown. Occasionally, exquisite silks and porcelain are spread from distant merchants.

However, many Eastern swordsmen and ninjas who call themselves Ronin appear on the main material plane here, mainly operating in port cities such as Sword Coast and Waterdeep.

Although the natives of this world may not be able to tell the difference between the Orientals, Alamir can tell them apart at a glance by the clothes of the Ying people and the knives in their hands.

So, he had to fight.

When they were studying in Alamir, the two masters would naturally ask about the situation of future generations, and Alamir would also talk about it a lot. When Alamir talked about some of their future situations, especially the cruelty of a certain country, When their actions brought serious suffering to China, the two masters fell silent at that time.

"But what about the Japanese pirates?" Ximen Chuixue was in the Ming Dynasty at that time, so he still knew the name Japanese pirates, and he had also fought against Gong Jiu and the like.

"Exactly." Alamir was completely uninterested when he said this, and nodded in admission.

Then Ximen Chuixue, as if he heard something dirty, immediately turned around and found a mountain top to take a bath.

At this point, Ximen Chuixue disappeared for three months and then returned.

Only when Ximen Chuixue opened his mouth did Alamir know what he was going to do.

Ximen Chuixue has been loyal to the sword all his life. Every time he goes out to kill people, he must fast and take a bath!

This habit remained even after he became a demigod.

"Go north along the way, kill all the Japanese in three cities, and then return..." Ximen Chuixue said coolly, and then coldly said to Alamir, "Today, draw thirty thousand swords." Second-rate!"

"I wish I could go with my brother Ximen, and it will be clear to me." Yang Guo said boldly at that time.

"If you encounter Japanese men with swords in the future, kill them all!" As a result of Ximen Chuixue's return, Alamir obtained this sect rule.

Then he got a staff that looked very expensive. It was said that he went to a certain city to kill people, but a mage who dared to stop him was killed by him with one sword.

Um...Looking at the gem on the staff that was bigger than his fist, Alamir was thinking -

It’s better not to tell the story of the Eight-Nation Allied Forces, lest the two masters hear it and kill the blond and blue-eyed one I see in the future.Isn't that the enemy of the whole world? ?

It was this killing that brought the attention of the outside world to Kaldo Mountain. It is said that Tyr sent an envoy to fight and asked them if they wanted to become slaves. Of course, they were later beheaded and returned to the gods. country.

"Sorry, it's hard to disobey the master's orders. Today, you will die!" Alamir looked at the black-haired swordsman opposite and stood up, and drew his sword.

A sword intent rose into the sky under the opponent's killing intent.

"Oh?" Seeing the "little thorn"-like sword intent under his huge killing intent, and then seeing the shape of Alamir's sword, the Izumo swordsman glanced at Alamir in surprise.

Then he stood up, holding the knife in his hand, and slowly walked towards the crowd.

"Nasr, my mentor, long time no see, it's really you." The Ying swordsman showed a crazy and cruel smile on his face: "I didn't expect that after praying day and night, I finally met him in this endless purgatory. It’s up to you.”

Ouch - the friction sound of the long knife and the scabbard slowly sounded, as if the other party was deliberately using this to torture everyone's nerves.

"What a joyful reunion." The swordsman drew his sword in his hand, stared at the prophet Pojiao, and recited ancient haiku and songs.

"I miss people in my heart, and when I see the fireflies on the lake, I suspect that they are sleepwalking souls coming out of my body!" As soon as he finished speaking, a chilling and sharp aura hit his face.

"Dingjingyinliu·Floating Boat!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a flash of cold light, and the Ying swordsman and his sword turned into bright lightning. Before Alamir could react, the bright sword light had gone straight to the old lame man.

Under the influence of the sword energy, more than a dozen fine cuts appeared on Alamir's skin before he knew it.

Boom - The ground was split by the remaining sword energy, and tree-like cracks appeared with the Ying Kingdom warrior as the center.

It's like the residual ripples left by a floating boat passing through the water.

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