shut up!The palace refuses to flirt!

Andre looked over with his gaze, and suddenly saw an exquisite elf reciting a spell silently with his eyes downcast, and the golden light on the magic wand was condensing.

"Wait...wait...Goddess, what is she going to do?" It was rare that Andre didn't tense Gao Lengfan, his face was almost full of shock, and his eyes went back and forth between her and Davis.

"Oh, don't look at me," Davis covered his face: "I just... I didn't get it just now."

Andre raised his eyebrows, and suddenly found that the elf was facing the direction of the city lord, so he thought about it and decided to ignore the past, "Davis, shut up, let's go, I feel something big is about to happen."

"Huh? What?" Davis looked confused, "Ah, I'm not the only one who discovered it."

"Really?" Andre frowned, and pulled him quickly to another corner with few people, "Listen to Milton Davis, stay here, don't come out, if you don't want to get involved .”

Although he didn't want to care about it, this silly and sweet young master is not bad, and he can be regarded as a good conscience if he can do this.

Andre got up and straightened his clothes. Although his figure was thin but tall, he said expressionlessly, "I'm a mage, Davis."

"Hey, you're not a soldier, what kind of front line, stop Andre." However, Davis did not hold Andreas Owen.

Hesel had already notified her knights when Orthea reminded her. After all, they were here to protect her, and of course they had to make the best use of them.

"Do you want me to be with you, Immo?" Hesel turned his head and asked Immo. It was obvious that the elf was going to fight alone.

Yi Mo frowned, glanced at her, shook his head and said, "No, I'll stay here with her."

"En." Hesel nodded. At this time, her knight had already got away and was walking this way, and she also drew part of her eyes here.

Everyone suddenly realized that Orthea seemed to be doing something, and there was a buzz of discussion.

"Hey Miss Magician, what do you want to do? Are you casting spells here? Oh, this is not your training room. Be careful, Miss. This is where nobles hold banquets!"

"Stop, stop, do you want to ruin this place?"

"Oh my god, you really are a standard elf."

"..."

A lady was terrified as if she was going to faint, but she complained endlessly: "I knew it, I knew it, the elves are a bunch of vulgar fellows, oh when did they learn how the orcs would fight at every word? ? Wait, did we offend her?!"

"Ma'am, don't worry," her husband comforted her, looking at Orthea with dark eyes and chanting a curse with a cold face, "His Royal Highness is standing by her, it should be all right? Maybe something happened?" What's the problem?"

"Yes, there is also the saint, isn't it the holy light that is used on this elf? Bruce, don't scare me!"

"..."

Gerald was in the center of the crowd, and he didn't notice anything wrong with the noisy voice. He faintly sensed that there seemed to be something wrong with the elements flowing in the air. When he turned around suddenly, he suddenly found the last note from the elf's mouth. look at him.

The elf's complexion was overwhelming, and her aura was astonishing. Gerald didn't notice her cold and murderous eyes at first glance, but was dazzled by her beauty for a moment.Until a thin layer of golden light surrounded the elf, and the dancing flames protected the elf in the center.The elf walked towards him stepping on the fire, with a dignified expression and a breathtaking beauty.

A look of disgust flashed across Orthea's eyes, and she knew that this would be the effect once she took off the mask!However, the anger that Angus brought to her was enough to make the elves ignore those amazing and salivating gazes, and she even blamed these on the poor God of Darkness.

The holy fire not only looks good, but its temperature is in the front row among the well-known flames. At this time, it is fueled by divine power. If Orthea hadn't intentionally controlled it, then the excited bright elements would be enough to turn the entire City Lord's Mansion into ashes.So, don't think that the light element can't burn, let alone the fire element!

"Master Gerald, I think you should give me an explanation." Orthea walked to the side of Gerald who was trying to calm down, and looked at him blankly, "For example, the reason for the outbreak of this plague."

Gerald remained calm, but his heart was like thunder: "Miss Heather, according to you, it is the product of the necromancer's experiment failure, isn't it? Why are you asking me? And isn't the plague already over?" ? Need I explain anything?"

Gerald looked confused and didn't understand, "What's more, you have already received the list, do you still need these? On behalf of Tengya City, I would like to express my gratitude to you."

"Oh?" Orthea pursed her lips coolly, and grabbed the void with her right hand, as if some special law had been applied.She spread her hands, and a dense black mist was trapped in the thin golden light, "Then, my lord, how should you explain the death energy that filled the entire city lord's mansion?"

"Is this death?" Gerald looked shocked, as if he didn't know it.

Orthea looked at him for a few seconds, clicked his tongue, and as soon as the holy flame came out in his hand, there was no trace on his hand after a slight puff.The elf smiled and said, "If you say no, then it's not. It's just Santo Gerald, you think you need to find out something."

"Huh?" Gerald looked puzzled.

The elf smiled and said word by word: "I'm not that easy to deceive!"

The golden fire ignited, enveloping Gerald: "You still have a way to survive by letting the person behind you come out, do you think I don't know who he is? Hah."

"Wait!" Gerald hurriedly called to her, trying to stop her anger: "You can't kill me, that lord will not let you go."

"Oh?" Orthea smiled, and the flames intensified in an instant: "This temple hates other people's threats the most, didn't he tell you?"

The anger from the gods has never been something that a human can bear, not to mention that it was never her face that Orthea could become the king of the gods.The golden holy flame revealed a terrifying scorching temperature, and slowly approached Gerald, who finally showed panic, but was blocked by a layer of gray mist a few inches away when he was about to touch him.

Orthea raised her eyebrows, and it was no surprise that her attack was blocked. Her original target was just the bastard behind Gerald who irritated her.

Originally, Carmont was worried that his uncle would be killed by the elf who seemed to be irritated by something, but he didn't expect such a change. He was relieved and shocked at the same time.He turned his head, but didn't see that guy Davis: "Damn it, where did he go?"

"Davis?" Carmont called.

"Hey Carmont, come here." Davis heard it miraculously, "Be safe."

Carmont hesitated for a moment, glanced at his uncle's direction, and silently moved towards Davis.

Orthea stopped her hands and looked expressionlessly at the black-robed mage who appeared suddenly.There was a mocking smile on the elf's face: "Did your master send you here as a joke?"

Mage: "...?"

"Oh, I forgot that you don't understand, mentally retarded." Orthea continued to scold, and a golden holy light began to gather in her hands unexpectedly, "This hall is very angry!"

With a bang, gorgeous flowers exploded from the elf's hands, beautiful but dangerous.

"Elf?" The black-robed mage seemed a little puzzled, and he struggled to retrieve useful fragments from his memory.

"The necromancer seems to believe in Ulysses, the god of death," Althea narrowed his eyes, "So, did you betray your belief, or did the god of death belong to the dark god?"

What this said seems to be very straightforward. Ulysses, the god of death, is a neutral god. His justice and cruelty are well known to all gods, and most of the believers are also indifferent. They are addicted to their own experiments and exploring undead magic. Restricted by the God's Treaty, they will not be able to take the initiative to launch a war with the human race, and they will not be able to easily step into the territory of the human race.Necromancers are as arrogant and indifferent as the gods they believe in, so how could they do such a thing?

"Elf." A hoarse and rough voice sounded from under the mage's black robe, "Do you know what you are talking about? Slandering a great necromancer will be punished by God."

The sneer on Orthea's lips became more obvious, "God's punishment? Are you referring to the God of Darkness or Lord Death?"

"The undead believe in death."

"Then," the elf took a step, and the sacred flame formed a special barrier to envelop the three of them, so that people outside would not know what they said: "In the name of Orthea, the God of Light, you can Call your lord."

Yi Mo was a little surprised, she didn't know why the elf suddenly went berserk, and even called out a messenger. "Hessel, do you understand?"

Immo's question rang in the ears of the saint, pulling her back from her contemplation.Hessel was silent for a while, the guess about the elves became clearer and more accurate, but she glanced at the blond girl, and decided not to say it out, after all, the two of them had been together for so long and Yimo didn't know, maybe it was Xi The result of Se's deliberate concealment.So if she said it rashly, maybe what would happen.

.

Thinking of this, Her Majesty the Holy Maiden smiled understandingly, and said, "She should have found the mastermind who made her suffer earlier."

Yi Mo thought for a while and quite agreed.

"One more thing." Hesel hesitated for a moment, and looked at Yimo with a little pity: "Imo, if one day you discover something, please calm down before making a decision, otherwise you may be regret."

The saint's eyes of true knowledge can see through the essence of many things, and sometimes, through the goddess' acquiescence, she can even touch some areas that belong to the gods, such as time.

Yi Mo was stunned, looking at the serious saint Hessel with her beautiful blue eyes, a little strange, but she would not reject the friendly suggestion from her friend, the blond girl nodded and said: "If it happens, I will remember of." Well if.

Things in the future can be put aside first. After all, even the gods can only observe things that may not necessarily happen through time, and things that are happening now are particularly important.Like..."Hessel, can you hear... um, is there a way to hear what they're saying?"

Yi Mo seemed very anxious, just now Heather seemed to be in pain, and now she rolled up her sleeves and went up to fight... Oh, the magician is not fighting in close quarters, which made Yi Mo feel a little relieved... What a ghost!

"She, she... She wasn't feeling well just now, isn't it good to deal with the necromancer now?" Emer blinked and looked at Hessel, hoping to convey the emotion he wanted to express with his eyes .

The corner of Hesel's mouth twitched, suddenly recalling some top-secret anecdotes about the gods that she had seen because of her status. Of course, few people in the temple would be bored to watch those things.One of the things she remembered was that His Royal Highness Althea once challenged the Dragon God when he was a teenager. Of course, it was in the form of hand-to-hand combat, otherwise the Dragon God would not necessarily accept the challenge.Thinking about the result again, Hesel suddenly became full of confidence in Her Majesty, oh no, it should be said that he became more confident.

"I think you should be able to rest assured," Hessel said carefully, "Heather...she shouldn't worship, um, we should have confidence in her, shouldn't we?"

"Okay." Yi Mo sighed, his eyes kept watching the direction where the flames were burning.

Many nobles in the banquet hall ran away quietly.Hell, they've just had a plague, a horrible necromancer-made plague, and they haven't recovered yet.

The temperature in the domain formed by the holy flame was not as high as Gerald imagined, but it was enough for the necromancer to bear.

After chanting the obscure incantation, the necromancer desperately found that he seemed to be in a special forbidden magic space, and this kind of space can only be mastered by the gods.

The mage heard the calm and majestic voice of the elf, and she said: "In the name of Orthea, the god of light, this hall allows you to ask your lord for help."

what did she say?Gerald was so shocked that he almost couldn't stand still, and exclaimed: "No! This is impossible, Her Majesty... How could Her Majesty be an elf!"

The necromancer was much calmer than him. He took out his wand, stroked it thoughtfully, and suddenly said, "The acting body."

"I've heard that gods would choose to go down to Ainor with a substitute body, but they couldn't bring enough divine power," said the mage. He raised his head, and there was only a dark shadow under the brim of his hat, but Orr Seya could feel his eyes falling on her, "The acting body can't recognize your divine power, especially you - the head of the twelve main gods, then I have a chance."

Ortheya heard what he meant, raised her eyebrows unexpectedly and smiled: "So... are you trying to challenge the authority of God?"

The tone of the statement almost affirms this explanation.

The mage didn't deny it, but he didn't admit it either. He just clenched his staff tightly and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm useful to you, so...you won't kill me, then, I have a chance."

Have a chance to escape?

The elf sneered, and took a step forward suddenly, his eyes were sharp and cold, "You can ask your lord for help, this is your only chance."

Ignoring the strong oppression of the elves, the mage raised the scepter and recited a piece of necromantic magic representing the forbidden curse-angrily and mournfully.A top spell that belongs to mental attack.

The whistling sound that seemed to come from the abyss hell shook Gerald's seven orifices to bleed. He was just an ordinary human being whose ordinary talent hindered his growth, and redoubled efforts only brought him a slightly stronger power than ordinary people.However, if you want to just use this to fight against the spiritual power attack from the Demon Realm, it is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg.

Orthea glanced at him, hesitated for a moment, then lifted it up with divine power, checked the memory for a while, and then threw it out of their domain, watching the necromancer struggling for death with cold eyes.

"I said, you can ask your lord for help, and I will give you one last chance." Orthea lowered her eyes, and the hostility that had been sleeping for thousands of years slowly awakened in her body.Whether she was the daughter of the father and god back then, or the goddess of light who is now the king of the gods, she has never been as irritating as she seems on the surface.

The mage hesitated for a moment, and relaxed slightly in controlling the magic power of the forbidden spell.Orthea seized the opportunity in an instant, and the light element condensed a sharp arrow and shot it quickly. The rich light element exploded in front of the mage's eyes, almost becoming the last scenery in his eyes.However, at this time, a dense black light descended here with the wire belonging to God.

A mocking smile appeared on Orthea's lips. She withdrew her divine power, and the light elements formed a stance around her body to protect the elf. She raised her head slightly, with a haughty and indifferent expression: "Angus, should I say long time no see?"

"No, no, Your Highness." The God of Darkness's gentle and magnetic voice was very alluring, and he said with a smile, "It's just been a few years since I saw you. Does it mean that Your Highness really wants to see me for a long time? This really makes me sad." .”

Ortheya's eyes twitched: "When did you learn to be glib, Angus."

"Slick tongue?" The God of Darkness looked very surprised: "My honorable Highness has been in peace for a long time, have you forgotten the priesthood of the God of Darkness?"

Angus deliberately satirized her in a surprised tone, which made Orthea calm down: "Tsk, all right, Angus, let's talk about these necromancers!"

The handsome God of Darkness glanced at the embarrassed two, and shrugged indifferently.He said with a smile: "They violated the treaty of the gods? And this little guy is the only necromancer here."

"And, my esteemed Highness, if they offended you, shouldn't you be looking for Ulysses, the Lord God of the Undead?"

"I'll tell him," replied the elf, the corners of his lips flattened. "Angus, I think I should tell you something..."

The smile of the Goddess of Light gave the God of Darkness an inexplicable sense of danger, but it was too late to stop her from speaking: "I allowed him to seek help from his lord, but it was you who came here. What does this mean? Ann Gus."

The elf-like deity glanced at the nearly unconscious necromancer and the bewitched human, and smiled more coldly: "If I tell Ulysses that you have bewitched his believers, will Lord Death declare war on you?" What? Oh, by the way, after violating the treaty of the gods, don’t you know?!”

The last words that Orthea uttered were almost harsh accusations, and these questions made Angus' face ugly.

"Ortheya, don't think that your identity will allow you to act presumptuously in front of me!"

"Oh?" Orthea raised her eyebrows with great interest, and suddenly smiled: "Who made a promise to you?"

"What an idiot." With the goddess' sneer, hot golden flames erupted, and the burning holy fire enveloped her. After roaring, the giant dragon formed by the flames rushed towards the dark god in midair, "Angus , don’t you know that I hate being calculated the most! Since you don’t know, let me tell you now!”

The collision between the gods is the most primitive elements, they don't need spells and they can mobilize their elements as they like, and fight - and they are more sturdy and unscrupulous.

However, it hurt the two people outside. Hesel, who suddenly realized that the elements were about to go berserk, could only look at the area covered in flames in shock. They cleverly gathered them in a small area, and did not spread outwards to spread the entire area. The banquet hall was set ablaze.

The saint frowned, and suddenly pulled Yi Mo to go out, "Get out of here, or something will happen!"

However, the blond girl didn't do what she wished, slipping away from Hesel's shackles, and pounced on the divine domain under her shocked, almost frightened gaze.

Oh Goddess, what to do with this? !

The author has something to say: I’m sorry orz, I’ve been busy writing various reading notes recently, and I fell asleep while coding two nights ago... Then I was woken up by freezing in the morning... Oh yes, I was It's black, the next update... can only say orz as much as possible.My mechanical keyboard has arrived, the code word is very cool but disturbing