high castle elves

The battle between Alamir and Nader was over after a dozen breaths.

In other words, "being finished."

Alamir, who was knocked to the ground in less than half a minute, looked at the drow assassin in the distance and closed his eyes in despair.

Alamir has never seen this kind of "elf" before. The whole "person" is like a piece of ice hidden deep in the ground, with no mood swings, and even the sound of breathing can hardly be heard.

Even the murderous intention was well hidden by him.

This made him a little desperate after he had just realized the "Steel Soul", because in this case, he would not be able to slowly absorb the various emotions in the air as nourishment.

The injuries from the previous battle quickly became apparent. After a few quick exchanges of blows, he couldn't even lift the heavy sword "Tree" in his hand.

To be honest, although powerful psychic power can distort reality, it is limited after all. In the past, Alamir relied on a strong willpower to support him. Now, with a slight "release", Alamir is completely exhausted.

In fact, when he killed the drow law enforcement team, his body was empty and every ounce of strength was drained out.

In the subsequent battles, the strength and "Qi" he used were all due to him using his spiritual power to distort reality and "liar" his body into thinking that this was Qi, so he supported fighting with fighting and barely survived.

Now that his spiritual energy has been exhausted, he really can't even move a finger.

After all, he had just surpassed the rank and killed two "mid-level" people...

Although the difference between mid-level and low-level is not as vast as that between mid-level and high-level, or high-level and legendary, only legendary elites and even heroes can do this kind of thing.

Of course, Alamir himself also knew that if he hadn't been equipped with a set of ancient goblin equipment that was extremely sophisticated and his martial arts were different from any other martial arts in the world, it would have been difficult to obtain such a "record"!

What's even more shocking to Alamire is that this assassin, who is also only at level [-], has mastered the rudiments of "power" in advance just like him. As the battle progresses, his "power" becomes stronger and stronger, and he even has the power to The aura that would crush his own steel soul!

His momentum should be related to strength! !

I remembered that the other party only used an extremely thin assassin's rapier, and when he swung it, there was a faint sound of wind and thunder. When the rapier and the epee collided, he actually swung away his own epee, which made his arms numb and his blood flowed. The formation was tumbling, and Alamir couldn't help but feel a little taunted.

The other party used the rapier like a heavy sword. It was as weird and sinister as a poisonous snake coming out of its hole when opened and closed. However, due to lack of strength, he had to use the heavy sword to give the feeling of a rapier. The sword moved lightly. Spirit, try to avoid fighting.

Then, in front of this drow at its peak, Alamir couldn't "replenish" his psychic energy. Even if he wanted to change to the Light Sword Flower, the other party didn't give him the time!

"It's time..." Seeing the drow assassin carefully shooting poisonous crossbow arrows towards him, Alamir couldn't help but feel alarmed that his death was coming.

For some reason, he, who had just experienced a "bloody battle", felt no fear in his heart at this time. The spiritual platform became clear for a while. Although the opponent's "power" was about to be achieved, when he looked at Nader, he felt a strong sense of self-confidence. and Mingwu.

"If I were at my peak, I would kill you like a chicken!"

Having just killed two intermediates made him feel that his condition was not so good. He had a hunch that as long as he found a place of extreme flames, he could immediately break through the third level of Jiuyin and enter the intermediate level!

Watching the faint blue arrow continue to enlarge in front of his eyes, he watched the other party finally reveal a proud smile of relief.

Alamir and he knew that if whoever was killed on the spot today would follow this battle understanding, the other party would be promoted to the intermediate level.

But now it seems that he has become the opponent's "whetstone"...

Although the reality is cold, Alamir is surprisingly confident at this moment. For some reason, feeling the opponent's increasingly perfect "power", Alamir has an inexplicable feeling that he may not die.

This underworld feeling is very mysterious. Although most of the psychics are nagging, each psychic is more sensitive to their own destiny than other professions.

Perhaps this is the magic of the psion.

Sure enough, looking at the crossbow arrow in front of him miraculously deflected a foot in front of him, as if it was blocked by an invisible force, and then looking at the opposite side, the drow who had always remained cold finally showed his face. There was a look of astonishment, and then he cautiously tried to escape into the shadows. Alamir finally laughed.

His strongest method has actually arrived! !

Compared with the creatures of the Underdark who distrust each other and are full of calculations and betrayals, he has one of the strongest weapons, that is, he has companions.

Although most of his "companions" are unreliable and have evil intentions...

But he really didn't expect that the person who came to save him at great risk was actually "him"!

Seeing Nader's imminent "power" being suddenly interrupted by a third party, Alamir felt that this feeling of embarrassment would stay with him for the rest of his life.

Immediately afterwards, his strange premonition came true again - because this drow quickly passed his life with this feeling of suffocation.

The whole process takes less than three seconds.

The evil magic light lit up, and a powerful negative energy ray with a breath of death shot straight into Nader, who was half in the shadow!

Then his whole body froze, and with a pop, the body fell to the ground, leaving only the power of the shadow remaining in the space.

The one who saved Alamir turned out to be the mid-level skeleton mage Link! ! !

To be honest, no matter how fast Nader's movement is, he can't be faster than magic rays. And Link, who has been in the intermediate level for an unknown number of years, is facing a "pseudo-intermediate". How can he do the calculations mentally and unintentionally? unsuccessful.

It turned out that Link had been preparing for a long time, and soon, the light of magic shone on Alamire.

Cat's Elegance, oiling the soles of the feet, removing toxins... and a series of buff spells fell on him, and several skeletons soon appeared on the ground, carrying Alamir and walking very fast!

The undead creatures had no need for healing spells, but Link took out a few bottles of healing potions and sprinkled them directly on his wounds. The wounds on Alamire began to heal slowly.

No, how could it be you! ! !

Alamir couldn't figure out that it was Link who saved him, until Link used magic to draw a very twisted pattern, and slowly took out a twisted badge and put it on his mage robe, Alamir Finally relieved.

"His favored one, I obey the instructions of the Master of the Twisted Tower and have been protecting you secretly..." A few minutes later, in an empty house two blocks away, Link came. Slowly revealed his "identity".

It turns out that besides him and Barbara, there was another "person" who also remembered the Tower of Distortion that day, and that was Link! !

Not only that, but from Link's enthusiastic praise and explanation, Alamire knew that just when Link was "upgrading", he had already believed in the "One who knows everything"...

"So, you are actually protecting me by giving me the magic badge??" Listening to Link's explanation, Alamir couldn't help but widen his eyes, remembering the magic badge he threw away.

"Of course, there's no time to explain. Let's talk slowly on the way." Like a servant, Link directed the skeletons to carry Alamir to the basement of the room.

When he entered the basement, Link waved his hand, and a hole appeared in the basement. After Link flew in first, the skeletons slowly carried Alamir towards the hole.

The entrance to the cave was smelly and damp, and it went straight underground. When Alamir was lifted out of the cave entrance, he found that there was already a cave in front of him, and the floor of the cave had been submerged by a layer of cold lake water.

In the ankle-deep lake, a large group of Kuo-Toa looked at Link and let out fanatical roars of unknown meaning. They crawled on the ground excitedly and praised in unison devoutly.

"They are all the humblest believers of our Lord..." Link motioned for Alamil to wear the twisted badge. However, after seeing the twisted badge on Alamir's chest, the expressions of these fishmen were... Even more enthusiastically, they all took out their swords and surrounded the area about five feet around Alamir.

"Link, you are so cunning!" Alamir admired, looking at a huge hole in the center of the room with water constantly flowing out. He didn't know that this was already the lake under the Spider Skull, and he also understood how Link passed through it. He broke through the drow's blockade.

"My pleasure!" Link saluted lightly, then waved his hand and set several vicious magic traps on the way.

The sky and the ground are blocked, but you can walk underwater! ! !

If he can conquer the kuo-toa under the water, as an undead that does not need to breathe, Link can easily pass through underwater areas that even drow dare not easily set foot in!

Soon, the Kuo Tao fishmen stood up one after another, not daring to look directly at Alamil. Then an old fishman who looked like a spell caster walked out and cast a spell on Alamil.

Soon, several fishmen respectfully carried a stretcher made of algae, and lifted Alamil onto it with a panic expression. Then with a pop, they carried Alamil and sank into the dark lake.

The kuo-toa's magic allowed Alamil to breathe underwater, and they also thoughtfully made a bubble to protect Alamil's head so that he could see underwater, so that his ears would not be damaged due to Tinnitus caused by diving underwater.

Around him and Link, fully armed kuo-toa were guarding him, preventing underwater monsters from approaching. Moreover, the several kuo-toa carrying him swam extremely smoothly underwater.

As the water flowed past his side, Alamir even felt as if he was sleeping on a water bed.

In addition to the smell of the fish-man making him a little uncomfortable, Alamir even felt like a certain leader of water monsters, a strange feeling being taken care of by his minions.

I am obviously a kind creature, but why have I become a noble person among the Kuo-Toa people who cannot be looked at directly? ?Half an hour later, Alamir came ashore in embarrassment from the sewers in the middle area. He watched the Kuo-Toa elder lower his head and offer him various "properties" under the water——

Alamir felt that since he came down from the mountain, the persona of the young leader of the Demon Cult has become more and more stable.

So he snorted coldly and got rid of this group of "enthusiastic and honest" Kuo Tao fish people. Then he regained his temper and slowly walked out of a hidden sewer in the central city under the leadership of Link.

Finally home! !Not far from the exit is the alley behind the previous hotel. There are also many corpses in the alley at the moment. Judging from the negative energy emitting from the corpses, it is obvious that these are Link's handiwork.

Alamir, who was full of stench, went straight into the hotel through the back door. He didn't bother to talk to the "people" in the hotel, and directly asked the owner to boil several buckets of hot water and took a nice bath.

Although the Cleansing Technique can solve everything, Alamir stubbornly believes that a hot bath and food are the best ways to recover from his fatigue.

The whole process would have been even more perfect if it weren't for the two "devils" who volunteered to rub his back and Milch who cooed and wanted to wash his back together.

Soon, the food was brought up, and Alamir devoured the delicious fish and blind anaconda meat from dozens of miles below the surface, while enjoying Barbara's healing skills.

Outside the window, Midtown remains as usual.

But the uneasiness and huge murderous intent spreading in the air have made it almost impossible to see a single creature on the street!