Another world, I have an elf magician

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The power of snowy ice crystals is no longer enough to support the operation of the storm area.

On the city wall, Nangong retracted the suspended snow-covered ice crystals, and the blizzard surrounding Lost Day City dissipated. The white ground reflected the sunlight, which was a bit dazzling from a distance.

In the snow in the distance, bodies were frozen in the ice.

Their movements were different, but their faces all had a look of horror.

These are the demon dragons who died in the storm area.

They were swallowed up by the power brought by the snowy ice crystals and became cannon fodder on the battlefield.

Nangong slowly stepped into the snow, his whole body exuding gentle energy, and the snow under his feet automatically receded and melted, leaving no trace behind.

She simply ignored the ice sculptures revealed around her and stared straight ahead.

As she slowly stepped deeper into the snow, more and more snow melted, and more of the ice sculptures originally buried in the snow were exposed.

A white light flashed under her feet, and she teleported a thousand meters away.

When I turned back, the entire snowfield no longer existed, as if it was the beginning of spring.

She is a saint, a descendant of the Frost Dragon Clan. Although her bloodline is not very pure, she can also control the power of wind and snow.

This piece of snow has been accumulated for too long, from the outbreak of the war until now.

There are countless corpses sealed in ice, most of which are from the Demonic Dragon Clan.

After looking at the corpses, she turned and left.

Demonic Dragon Valley is not far from Lost Day City.

However, the legend of Demon Dragon Valley is the origin of chaos. After the world was first opened, there was an invisible barrier on the outside to protect the power of chaos contained in the valley.

Unless the Demonic Dragon Clan agrees to enter, no one except their clansmen can forcefully enter here.

Outside the barrier, Nangong touched it gently with his hand, and a layer of waves appeared on the surface of the barrier, spreading inward like ripples on the water surface.

Soon, Rakshasa's laughter came.

"Hehehe, the boss is really on time, he didn't keep me waiting for a long time!"

Nangong spoke with a cold voice, "This is my fate, as the city lord, I should do this.

Come out and let me make an end with you. "

"Hmph." Rakshasa snorted coldly and said, "It's already this time and you're still so cold. I'm looking forward to seeing the master begging for mercy later, and then being stepped on by me and kneeling down to lick him!"

Nangong didn't reply and clenched his fists.

Soon, the obstacle in front of me disappeared.

Nangong retracted his hand and tried to take steps forward.

She successfully entered the barrier, looked towards the deep valley in the distance, and continued moving forward.

A figure stood in front of her.

It's Rakshasa.

Rakshasa was wearing a black battle armor, and the cloak behind his back was fluttering in the wind.

If it weren't for his sinister eyes, in terms of overall appearance, he belongs to the handsome type, giving people a green mountain-like feeling.

"Haha, Master, there's no need to come here in such a hurry. We'll do interesting things later."

Rakshasa stretched out his hand, showing an evil smile, intending to touch Nangong's face.

But Nangong just slapped him away.

The next second, Nangong reached out with a palm and slapped him hard on the chest.

Something happened that surprised Nangong.

Instead of hiding, Rakshasa took the punch firmly.

He looked at the shocked Nangong and grabbed the other person's wrist, "Haha, Mr. Master, you used the same palm more than ten years ago. I could barely bear it at that time. After I returned, I bled from all my orifices and almost died. "

He said coldly: "It's a pity that I am no longer what I used to be. You tried your best and couldn't hurt me at all. How can I repay your kindness back then?"

Nangong's expression was cold and he didn't reply. He summoned the wind wheel with his other hand and quickly swung it towards Rakshasa's head.

The Rakshasa didn't wear a helmet, but the wind wheel struck his head, like hitting an iron stone, making a clanging sound.

Nangong did not stop and continued to slash, but it was all in vain.

Rakshasa raised her hand, and the wind wheel in her hand trembled and was wrapped in a strange force.

As Rakshasa gently waved her hand, the wind wheel flew out of her hand and fell into the dark valley.

Without his weapon, Nangong stopped attacking. One of his hands was tightly held by Rakshasa, unable to break free.

Rakshasa said: "Do you feel weak and weak?

Hahaha, I can destroy you at any time now, but you can't kill me at all! "

Nangong was furious and said: "Then we will die together!"

After saying that, she mobilized the magic power in her body and planned to explode herself with Zong-level power.

A sect-level magician self-destructs with such terrifying power that it can cause the death of an entire city in an instant.

But she was surprised to find that the magic power in her body, for some unknown reason, had become much weaker and dropped to a higher level.

It made her feel incredible.

If he self-destructs now, his power will not be enough to destroy Rakshasa. On the contrary, he will lose his life in vain.

Rakshasa smiled proudly and said, "Master, how do you feel? Are you surprised?"

Nangong suddenly realized, "Is it the surrounding barrier?"

Rakshasa's eyes lit up and he said with admiration: "You are indeed the master, you discovered the clues so quickly.

Your attack just now really couldn't hurt me, but it's different when you get outside. "

Nangong was shocked and felt very regretful.

If she had known this, she would not have entered the barrier.

Now it can be said that the situation is like a sheep entering a tiger's mouth, and Nangong has no way to escape.

Something surprising happened to her.

Rakshasa did not attack her, but let go of her.

Nangong was confused, but did not hesitate. He turned around and left quickly, planning to go back outside and fight to the death with Rakshasa again.

But she underestimated Rakshasa's intelligence, and the barrier directly blocked her, preventing her from leaving.

She turned back, looked at Rakshasa who was sneering, and said, "Have you already made the plan?"

Rakshasa said: "The master overestimates me. I don't have the ability to predict the future. You entered here by yourself. You can't blame me."

After speaking, he waved his hand.

The black aura was released from the palm of his hand and rushed towards Nangong.

Nangong instinctively used magic power to resist, and a beam of light flew out of his hand, but was directly swallowed by the black energy.

Under her surprised gaze, she was swallowed up and enveloped by black energy.

In the blink of an eye, she was transported through space and brought to the center of a blood-red altar.

This is the depth of the underground palace, and its structure is exactly the same as the underground palace under the glacial lake.

This is also the reason why Rakshasa was able to successfully enter the underground palace and find the dragon stone statue that day.

What appeared in front of Nangong was a tall stone dragon statue.

"He" is twice as big as before, and he seems to be showing signs of recovery.

Looking around, there is a pool of blood.

There were still skeletons floating inside that had recently lost their flesh and blood.

The blood energy formed a faint vortex and was continuously transported into the mouth of the giant dragon stone statue.

"This is..." Nangong was shocked and felt uneasy in his heart.

"This is a blood array."

In the cage in the corner, a woman with long dark purple hair spoke lightly to remind.

Nangong looked at her and said in surprise: "Who are you?"

The purple-haired woman replied, "My name is Freya Bruhl, and I am a half-vampire."

Looking at Freya, who was in tattered clothes but without a single wound on her body, Nangong said, "It was Rakshasa who imprisoned you and... abused you?"

Freya laughed at herself: "Isn't it true? I'm a vampire, and the wounds on my body will heal quickly. So, doesn't it look like I've been abused?"

Nangong shook his head and asked, "Then where is this place?"

Freya said: "The underground palace, the underground palace below the Demon Dragon Valley, and further down is the source of the power of chaos."

"That door?" Nangong looked worried.

Freya said: "The elders in the family have said before that there is a gate of chaos below the Demonic Dragon Valley. Alas...it seems that I have helped the evildoers."

"What do you mean?" Nangong was confused.

Freya said: "I told Rakshasa about this blood formation. It can resurrect the dead, including...dragons."

"Haha, you two had a good time chatting?"

Black energy condensed in the center of the blood array, and the figure of Rakshasa appeared.

Nangong looked at him warily and asked: "You use the blood formation method to forcibly reverse the laws of nature and resurrect the dead. Aren't you afraid of backlash?"

Rakshasa sneered, "Backlash? Even if there is, such a thing will not appear on me."

Freya reminded: "He threw all his people into the blood pool, so it was those people who suffered the backlash, and then the flesh and blood of those people turned into invisible energy and was transported into this stone statue."

"I see him killing his own people every night..."

Nangong said: "So, the reason why he didn't send all the tribesmen to attack Lost Day City, and even didn't send troops for a long time, was because he used them as sacrifices for the sake of manpower?"

Rakshasa clapped his hands and said: "Yes, I really admire you more and more, Mr. Master, but it's a pity that you are both smart and stupid...

I do want to preserve the sacrifice.

And these demonic dragons, raised from a hundred years ago to the present, it is time to contribute their value, for nothing more than this moment.

If I send them to attack you, and after a lot of losses, even if I occupy your Lost Sun City, I will not be able to resurrect my brother, and may be targeted by other more powerful beings.

So to be on the safe side, I refined these tribesmen, made them sacrifices, resurrected my brother, and then combined with him to become a more powerful being.

When the time comes to capture Lost Day City, it's just a matter of waving a hand. "

Nangong finally understood why Rakshasa said she was smart and stupid.

It turned out that Nangong actually didn't have to worry about Rakshasa sending troops to attack Lost Day City.

Because all the people under Rakshasa turned into sacrifices and were swallowed by the dragon stone statue.

She only needs to concentrate her strength, destroy this altar, and then lead others to strangle Rakshasa, so that she can prevent the resurrection of the Demon Dragon King and protect Lost Sun City.

But now, she actually missed this great opportunity and came here alone to die.

She felt remorseful.

It's a pity that time can't be reversed and everything can't be repeated. All she can do is accept it.

She suddenly thought that if she blew herself up here, the altar would most likely be destroyed.

The dragon statue will not be able to be revived.

A long time ago, she tried to lead people to destroy the stone statue, but the stone statue was very hard and had the power of law and could not be shaken.

So she gave up the idea.