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No wonder, there are many priests among the dragonborn under her... Alamir glanced at the red dragon, and realized that the other party was exuding a strong aura, and tried hard to attack this "possibly legendary" assassin. The master stated that he was "not easy to mess with".

If you think about it this way, it is logical that these assassins from Dragon Shadow City believe in the Dark Moon Goddess, the founder of the Shadow Demon Network, the Daughter of the Night, and the Dark Moon Goddess Shar.Alamir looked at Les, obviously enlightened.

"My Lord once said in the prophecy that His favored ones will come to Schendarian in the near future in order to conquer another drow city, so I took the liberty to come and disturb you." When Les said about the goddess, there was a wave of emotion on his face. Disappeared, full of respect.

I always feel like things are getting bigger... Alamir looked at the master assassin and trickster across from him, feeling very uneasy.

It means that there is Shar behind the "script" of his "expedition" into the Underdark? ?Maybe the five-color dragon queen also has some conspiracy... Looking at the red dragon's "senior sister" who is the dragon queen's priest, Alamir is not sure whether the red dragon's "appearance" that day was accidental or intentional. When Long met his master, was he also plotted by the Dragon Queen...

To be honest, it felt very bad to be played like an ant. Alamir's original pride in his "previous life" was gone, replaced by deep humiliation and resentment.

Of course, Alamire, who is already considered an "old man" in his mental age, would not be able to say such words as to say that the sky will not be able to enchant my eyes, that the earth will not be able to trap me, and that all the gods and Buddhas in the sky will vanish into thin air.

Although he felt humiliated, there was only one thought in his mind.

That’s surviving this “big picture”! !

So he spoke cautiously: "As smart as you are, you must have a plan, but what do you need me to do? I'm just a low-level monk..."

"Why are green fruits always so coveted?" Looking at Alamire carefully, Les said words of unknown meaning, and then showed an extremely coveted and dangerous smile.

"It's all His attention that makes me want so much..." The smile on Les's face became more and more weird, with an extremely dangerous smile on his face.

Killing intent, overwhelming killing intent... Alamir felt as if he was naked and in a world of ice and snow. He only felt that the blood in his body was frozen and his hair stood on end.

Borrowing the red dragon's 360-degree dim vision, not to mention Milsi, even the six-armed snake demon trembled.

The origin of change, the sign of life and death, the unplanned relics are the same... The sentences of the general outline of the Nine Yin Manual suddenly came to mind, and the almost stagnant Qi in Alamir's body began to slow down. Slowly flow.

Poof - Alamir's body surface slowly turned red, his capillaries had ruptured, and blood began to slowly ooze out.

He is about to break through! !

Under the huge pressure, Alamir suddenly felt that the true energy in his body was condensing again, his heartbeat became slower and more powerful, his heartbeat sounded like thunder in his ears, and his blood flowed like a rushing river!

"Hahaha, precious things are often fragile..." Les put away his murderous intention and returned to his cynical prodigal appearance.

Hey, hey, Alamir felt a little regretful.

Just a little more, just a little.Alamir felt a little regretful. Under the tremendous pressure of life and death, he felt that he had already touched the threshold of the intermediate level, and he was just one step away from it.

"Dear friend, you are indeed as sweet as the honeyed fruit of the unrestrained wild. However, although my little 'help' may be effective, it will kill you. Obviously, delaying His instructions is not a humble act. I can bear it." Les seemed to appreciate some of Alamil's qualities, and pointed out in a subtle way that Alamil would die if he "continued" just now.

Alamir also knew what the problem was, because without Ji Yan, it would be impossible for him to break through the third level of Jiuyin.

"Well, thank you for your generosity..." Alamir replied sincerely. "Then why did you appear in front of me? And it seems that I can't help you."

"Haha, what a simple reaction, why am I here? This is the answer." A dark dagger appeared in Les's hand. "It was the dagger that led me here, because your destiny is closely connected with mine." The thread appeared, of course it was not arranged by fate, but by myself..."

"You are my prey, noble gray elf. Before you grow up, please remember that your life comes from my charity..." Lightly put an Ebony Eye badge Throw it to Alamir.

"Put it on and go to the Underdark to fight and fight until you grow up carefully." Les looked at the void in the distance with a sick smile on his lips.

"Because the next time we meet is when you and I decide whether to live or die. There are no rules and no scruples. Just bet on this -" Les's eyes narrowed slightly, like a poisonous snake, and then he stuck out his tongue and gently licked the corner of his mouth. .

"Each other's lives!!"

After saying that, the next moment, a flash of magic flashed, and Alamir appeared in the back alley of the tavern.

"If you want to go to other cities in the Underdark, please go to the Smoke Merchant Guild in Spider's Eye and show this badge to Old Drood, and then that's it. Those precious soul prisms will be considered as paid."

As soon as he stood firm, Alamir heard a floating sound in his ears, and then, in the darkness, several murderous eyes locked onto him.

"No, where have you been?" Standing alone in the dark alley, Alamir called to his companions from the bottom of his heart and realized that they had been teleported to Spider Ankle in Midtown.

Well, he easily dodged the poison-quenching rapier thrust from behind him, and the long sword "Flower" appeared in Alamir's hand...

"What a terrible talent, a coveted fruit. It seems that I suddenly got up this time to see how the person you chose is like. I really made the right choice..."

In a dark corner, watching Alamir defeat the enemy with a light and neat "sword", and was about to fight out of the alley, a sickly red flush appeared on Les's face, which appeared on his black jade-like face. Not too clear.

"Edwin, continue to be surrounded by people, be careful not to exceed his level..." Les spoke in sign language into the darkness. "After all, it would be bad to kill the favored one of the goddess." Les picked up a cup of Tears of Zoth and looked at Alamire, who had already begun to have wounds on his body, and smiled very gently.

What responded to him was a faint fragrance, with the poisonous mead as the center, spreading very quickly through the spider's skull.

Soon, the eyes of nearby creatures below the intermediate level turned red and began to fight crazily.

"Hahaha, it's such a sweet taste of blood and amazing fighting. When did this Black Moon Monk have a style that is proficient in long swords? What a surprise!!"

Like a noble prince, Les sat on the second floor balcony of Poisonous Mead, watching the killings below with interest, as if enjoying a very beautiful mime.

That day, the spider's skull was filled with blood.

The young elf passed through the city, the sword in his hand brought bursts of blood, and his light and delicate footsteps danced a waltz of death.

The slight sound of the long sword in his hand seemed to be sighing, but also seemed to be asking a question.

Is it the sword cold or the corpse cold?

..........

Just dozens of miles away from Schendarion, several professionals dressed like ninjas and shadow dancers suddenly appeared in front of them with a burst of colorful light...

"Black Moon monks who are heading to Skendalion, please allow me to introduce myself. Before I eat..." The Mind Flayer slowly appeared in front of them with twists and convulsions, with a smile on his face. A smile of extreme pleasure and cruelty...