God seal

Searle sneezed.

There is a weird atmosphere flowing in the auction hall, with naked desires gushing out, disgusting.Searle felt that he was almost allergic to it.After introducing little Olivier, this population transaction will officially begin.Searle saw an attendant in a corner of the audience calling the signal they had reserved, which indicated that Long En and the others had found the place where the "slaves" were held, and the operation was about to begin.

"You should go!" Seir urged the half-elf.

"Wait, I can join the battle!" Monte dissatisfied, at this moment, they all heard footsteps approaching the box, and someone surrounded them, and there were quite a few of them.

"Okay, now I can stay here." Monte said helplessly.

It seems that the city lord is worried about "Sarandir" staying here alone, and specially sent troops to guard him.In order not to startle the snake, Monte could only stay, and Searle left first.

"be careful."

He left an order and escaped into the shadows in the corner.

Ron and Brian have already started to act!The guards at the auction will soon notice, and before that, Sel has to be responsible for solving all the mages guarding the defensive circle of the venue.According to the information obtained by Monte, besides Bothian, there were three other mages who were in charge of defending the auction this time.Bethien's position was replaced by his useless younger brother, which saved Searle a lot of energy.

His goal was directed at the other three mages.

The light figure of the elf walked between the room and the aisle, like a gust of wind without a trace.Going on like this, Searle could have quickly hunted his target, but an unexpected accident happened.In the room where the first guardian mage should have appeared, Seir's target mage was already a corpse.The guy who made the shot showed no mercy, and the mage who fell on the ground still kept pulling out his staff, and he had already swallowed his breath.

Searle frowned, and lightly touched the dead man's throat with his fingers, a wound was clearly visible.

This is a wound that can only be caused by a blade with a certain curvature, and the murder weapon is a machete.Who would be able to use the machete to hunt and kill mages so skillfully?Is it an enemy or a friend?

Searle didn't have time to think about it, so he hurriedly got up and rushed to the other two locations.

In the second room, with the same method of death and the same posture, Searle waited for the second body.This time the mage didn't even have time to take out his staff, and the blood from the corpse was still warm, indicating that the person who did it had just left.

This is definitely not what Lon and the others did!Predicting that another unknown third party would break in, Searle frowned slightly.He speeded up, trying to rush over before the other party killed the last mage!This time the elf was faster than the wind, but the opponent was obviously not slow.

When Searle arrived at the last destination, he heard screams in the room.An unspeakable anger hit Searle's heart, and before the screams ended, he broke into the house.

"stop!"

The moment Thur shouted that sentence, the other party cut the throat of the last mage.Searle saw the scene and the perpetrator.

It was a silver-haired elf, wearing a short suit specially made by Western tree and sea elves, and tied his long hair with a lock of blond hair. When he attacked the enemy, he was extremely quick. pick.For a moment, Searle thought he saw his past self.

The other party was also stunned.

Just like the two of them, there were two other elves in the room.

Seeing those emerald blue eyes, Searle was stunned for a long time, and for a moment he even forgot when and where he was, thinking that he was still in the Western Sea of ​​Trees, being watched by the Elf King with helpless and indulgent eyes.

"...Your eyes are very similar to your father's." After a long time, he understood the identity of the elf in front of him.

The Elf King also has a pair of deep emerald blue eyes. When he was a child, Seir always wanted to find his own reflection in those deep sea-like eyes.

"Really? But he said that I look like you." Estes withdrew his scimitar and squeezed his fingers hard. "What should I call you, brother, brother, or... a traitor?" He said provocatively.

The two crown princes before and after Xixi Shuhai finally met today.

"Al!"

Alwitt came back to his senses, and blamed him a little.

"Don't go too far."

Beside him, the female elf had already knelt down excitedly towards Searle.

"Your Excellency Sarandir!."

For the young elves, especially those born after the War of Exorcism, Sarandir is a legend that cannot be mentioned publicly, but every elf will learn about it secretly.Until now, many records in the Western Sea of ​​Trees are still held by Sarandir.

Seeing the reactions of his friends around him, Estes laughed at himself: "In fact, sometimes I always feel that I am just a fake of you, a puppet made by my father to replace you. Thinking about it this way, I would rather have my hair And eyes, nothing like you."

"Esthers..."

Searle realized that there was a deep generation gap between himself and the younger brother he met for the first time, but now was not the occasion to resolve the rift.

"Who sent you here? Why did you kill them?"

"Didn't you also want to kill these mages who worked for tigers after you followed me?" Estes asked back, "Don't you still regret their lives now? You killed more than these people in the war to get rid of demons."

Searle could see that Estes deliberately didn't want to answer the real answer.He wanted to turn around and ask the other two elves, but at this moment there was commotion outside the house, and the venue became chaotic.It seems that Ron's actions have already had an effect, and he must go back to support at this time!

"You follow me out of here!" Searle said to the three elves.

"Why?" Estes deliberately contradicted.

"If you don't want to be carried on my shoulders, just follow me obediently."

Seeing Searle saying this seriously, Estes was silent for a while, and could only choose to obey.After all, in terms of force, he is not Searle's opponent, and he left Shuhai to come to Searle for something.

"You two—" just before leaving, he took advantage of Ser's inattention and quietly told Arwitte and the others, "Don't tell him about the meeting between the mage and us!"

"But……"

"This is an order."

Alwitt and the others still follow Estes after all, so they can only obey.

Searle didn't even have the mind to think about what the three elves behind him were thinking. All his thoughts were on the auction venue ahead.The screams of the crowd became clearer and clearer, but Searle felt something was wrong.It shouldn't be like this!According to the plan, after he dealt with the mages controlling the magic circle, Ron and the others were responsible for dealing with the guards in the venue, basically without difficulty.Come to think of it, among their companions was a Nanny knight heir and a druid heir!

However, judging from the current chaotic situation, it is obvious that something unexpected happened in the venue.

Could it be that fellow Bossian meddled again?

"Brian! Monte!"

The elf rushed into the venue, but his long hair was blown by a wave of heat coming towards him.He covered his eyes with his hands to prevent them from being burned by the heat.

"Searle! You are finally here."

He heard Monte's call not far away.

"Look at this big guy! I guess it must be your old friend!"

Estes, who was following Searle, was prepared, using magic to protect his eyes, and immediately saw the culprit who wreaked havoc in the venue.The indifferent expression of the current elf crown prince collapsed for a moment, and he lost his voice: "What is that!"

In the center of the venue, a giant covered in flames was waving his arms, and his curved horn indicated his identity.Every time the demon fire scattered on his body passed by, it burned and destroyed everything.Every time his footsteps stepped on a stone slab, he could hear the sound of the ground cracking, it was the earth neighing.The air around him twisted ominously, as if as long as he got close to him, he would be swept into another space in an instant.

"Lord of Hell."

Searle's voice came from the side.At this time, only his voice as usual can reassure the people around him.

"Someone used a demon scroll to summon a lord-level demon." Sear looked at the stumps lying in the venue, and said coldly, "Death, violence, desire and ambition."

"There is simply no more perfect summoning place than here."

Locke, the free city known as the most orderly, has become an ovary for hatching demons.