The Black Scepter

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A blue energy ball burst straight from the top of the cane and hit the tauren with a height of more than five meters in the blink of an eye

"boom!"

This is not an ordinary elemental explosion. The Soul Strike encased with huge energy produced nearly a hundred times more energy than the ordinary "Blasting Surge" when contacting the other party. The tauren who put up his arms to block his arms directly became dust in the light. Then, more than two hundred orcs in the radiation range of the fan were directly blown out by the shock wave for more than ten meters!

The eagles in the sky were hit by a burst of shock waves and fell to the ground because of fainting. They broke their necks one by one directly!

Irindal, who squinted her eyes, was unbelievable, because it was the one who was weak in front of her like a Murphy who was going to swallow at any time before releasing all this!

Murphy, with ragged clothes and scattered hair, was holding the wand for energy transmission. Without a word, he ran towards the resistance line of the elven race, and tore apart the thick formation of hundreds of orcs in almost an instant. ——The cane stick in his hand is changed to a physical swing, but he can blow up with the half-orc in the range of more than ten meters every time he hits the enemy!

Every punch that Murphy swung was like an invisible "flame burst", and the exploding air wave directly blasted countless orcs into fragments, because of the existence of Murphys, nearly a thousand orcs attacked The target turned his spear directly from the elf and pointed at him, while the remaining young elves completely disengaged from the orc. M

Soul energy is like well water dug from the ground. It will recover quickly with the passage of time, but the result of overdrawing teeth is the same as Jeanna’s death to protect Ashkandi!

Because of Murphy's strong counterattack, he gradually became the center vortex of this battlefield. With his teeth clenched, he looked at the pale Ilyndal lying on the ground in the distance, and looked at the remaining three. More than a hundred young elves immediately jumped up and led the crazy half-orcs towards the distance

"Don't stop it!"

Irindal suddenly seemed to know what he wanted to do. She who knew Morpheus's physical condition would not think that it was a rescuer who fell from the sky like the elves next to her, but Irindal who tried to get up coughed a bite of blood again-being hit hard After all the internal organs were affected, she could not move for a short period of time. She could only watch Murphys flying through the orcs and disappeared on the other side of the low hillside.

Just as the last half-orc figure disappeared from the edge of the hillside, a blue light rushing towards the sky suddenly bloomed, even covering up the sun's brilliance.

"boom--"

The dark ground in the field of vision was violently shaken like a wave of water, which caused those elves who had not yet recovered to fall, and the violent shock wave that followed followed the blowing of Irindal.

After all this, the world seems to be completely silent1.

Irindal opened his mouth and tried to shout, but found that he was almost silent.

She frantically tried to get up, but was ran over and held by her companion in the group, and was ready to bandage the wound and evacuate again-and the elf who had never left the hillside grabbed the one who wanted to drag herself. The leaving young elf shouted with exhaustion: "Go over there to save him! Go!"

The elf who had been wrapped up in Yilindal's face shook his head in fear, and seemed to have been frightened, but his rejection instantly made Yilindal lose control-she waved her hand and slapped it on the other's face .

"Snapped!"

The clear voice stopped the elves who were retreating anxiously in the distance.

"Go save him! Save him!"

Eindal's hoarse voice made everyone hear her unshakable stubbornness-but at this moment, no one responded to her order in the face of this strange sibling who had just appeared for a long time.

The elves in the distance gradually turned their heads and continued to move towards the distance. The injured elder fell into a coma and was carried on the road, but the two elves who were also carrying Elindal but wanted them to go because of this stubborn guy. Rescuing the mankind and being unable to take her away.

In the end, the guys who slapped Ilindal several times because of the dissuasion were not ready to give up-not only to save Murphy, but also to give up Ilindal.

Is this the same race?

With wide eyes looking at the two elves walking away, this one never revealed to the outsider that even a trace of a weak elf had shed two lines of tears.

Not disappointment, but disappointment, total disappointment.

Lying on his back, Yilin Daer resisted the pain and wiped away her tears. After a short rest, she stretched her hand and tightened the bandage on her right arm. Climb the hillside.

But before she walked far away, two ugly wolves appeared on the low slope. They were predators on the burning plains. When they saw Ilindal who was struggling to crawl, the two wolves did not say anything. Then he rushed towards the Japanese elf who had almost no resistance on the ground!

Pulling out his remaining dagger, Irindal gritted his teeth and made a full-strike gesture, but the first wolf that rushed straight in had not yet hit, and its head burst out of thin air!

"Snapped!"

The other wolf had not yet understood what was happening, but it was broken by a fist while running, and he rolled directly out of the ground. When he stopped, his body had split into two parts, and the intestine was sprinkled with blood. One place.

Irindal squeezed his dagger tightly and raised his head, but saw a staggering, gasping figure holding his knee.

"Murpheus?!"

He seemed to want to say something, but his face was white and scary, and there was no trace of blood on his lips. The black magic pattern on his upper body turned into lavender, as if he was caught in a potent poison. He stood up after half a day of breathing. She came to Yilin Daer in twists and turns and hugged her without saying a word.

The Japanese elf had a stiff body. She had never imagined that she had such contact with the young grand consul-but before she had time to be shy, Irindal immediately noticed something was wrong.

Morpheus did not breathe hard, but took a sigh of relief and hugged himself towards the distant Japanese elf tribe.

This is not a normal phenomenon-Irindal embraced Murphy's neck with both hands and raised his head, but he saw that his pupils seemed to be spreading out unstoppably. The expression in his pupils was gradually disappearing!

Bean’s sweat beads were left on Murphy’s forehead, but he didn’t exhale once, completely stooping forward, and Irindal suddenly panicked, seeing that Murphys was not dead. She hadn't had time to relax, but she found that the guy holding herself seemed to be walking unstoppable

destroy.

The two people who fell a few hundred meters quickly caught up with the elves. His appearance surprised the Japanese elves. Irindal was immediately picked up by the two elves, but turned his head to reach out and hold the ink. Irindal, who moved forward with Fez, found that the long-suffering Murphy grinned at himself, and then lay straight back.

Completely silent.

Irindal screamed, rolled over and fell to the ground, crawled to the side of Murphy with all her strength, reached out and opened her eyelids-but she only saw the young man's blue pupil.

At this moment, Yilin Daer only felt that the noisy sounds around her and the clan who came over to help completely disappeared from her senses. She seemed to have fallen into the bottomless abyss-despair of the clan's choice, despair of their indifference, and Murphy Si Si died to save a group of ignorant and indifferent elves despair.

At this moment, grief is greater than death.

But Irindal suddenly remembered something, and she didn't know where the strength came from. She actually stood up and swayed to the clan who was preparing to escape again. In front of the unguarded elder—the latter lying unconscious on a stretcher stretched out in a coma—and with one arm broken but still possessing the power of an advanced assassin, Irindal stared straight at the elder without a word. Shot

"What are you doing--"

The young elf who was standing beside had no time to question, so Ilindall flew out with one slap, and then she directly took out a crystal bottle in the elder's arms, and turned back and walked away!

"You can't do this! That is"

A few elves around came running to stop Irindal, but found that she tried her best to run to Murphys, and Ilindal, who could not move a hand, bit the stopper directly with her teeth and wanted to raise her hand. Instilled the silent Murphy, but found that his lips were closed-so that he could not drink anything at all

At the next moment, in the stunned expressions of the elves who were trying to stop her, Irindal lifted the slender crystal bottle and poured it into his mouth as much as he could-bent over and kissed Murphy

All the elves who were about to stop her stopped completely.

The crystal bottle fell to the ground, and the drop of lingering blue "Fairy Spring" in the rush of the bottle oozes into the ground. At the next moment, the charred black land begins to change dramatically from this point-from charred to dark yellow, the ground is infiltrated with spring The location of the center of the circle expands straight out, changing the color and nature of the entire land, and then the ground grows tender green grass. The growth rate is almost five seconds, and the hundreds of square meters of land have become a dense area. Green space!

And in the center of the green area, Irindal, who held Murphy tightly and kissed to the end, slowly raised his head.

There are also traces of bright blue in the corner of her mouth, because of the "method", she inevitably swallowed some spring water, and the consequence is that her body is slowly undergoing unspeakable changes. ——The flashing blue light in the double pupils flashed away, and the wound on her body healed in the blink of an eye.

But all this did not make Irindal's expression change, she just looked at Murphy blankly, and even forgot that she was lying on his chest.

However, Murphy seemed to have no response. With the passage of time, Ilindal was afraid and expecting, but did not see any signs of his recovery.

"Wow--"

The crying of the child made Murphy stir a spirit, almost instantly, he understood that he was in a dream1.

The scene in front of me was familiar, but in front of the wooden house in Hook Town, after the black robe woman placed herself in front of the foster mother’s door, the baby who was still a baby cried, and the silence around him was abnormal. The silver armor Tang Ji Tuo De Long gone.

"Squeak--"

For a long time, the wooden door opened, and the figure completely forgotten from his memory appeared in his vision. Murphy's adoptive mother-the country woman with a sloppy and rough face-looked at the crying and sleepy at the moment. Murphy, who seemed unable to believe what he saw, actually stepped back and closed the door after the next second, as if he had never come out.

But within a few seconds, she opened the door again, sighed, and bent down to hug the crying baby-her posture did not resemble a woman who had not taken care of the child. Looking at Murphy, she gently pulled away the same black swaddle, and saw the magic patterns covering him.

"What a unfortunate child."

The bucket-like figure could not hide the kindness and love of the mother at this moment. She gently shook Murphy in her arms and turned back to the humble wooden house

Seeing everything happening, Murphy immediately realized that the surrounding scenes were gradually disintegrating and disappearing, and he seemed to be thrown into a dark and endless chaotic space, without any barriers around and no land under his feet. He wanted to get rid of this abyss that made him gradually feel scared, but found himself sinking deeper and deeper, until a little blue light appeared above his vision.

"Murpheus!"

There seemed to be a vague voice above his head shouting at him loudly, and then the voice gradually became clear and abnormal, and Murphy tried hard to move upward, trying to get himself out of this quagmire of consciousness, and finally enveloped himself in an instant blue light after a few seconds Complete separation-it feels like jumping out of a cold river

"call--"

Suddenly exhaling, Murphy opened his eyes and found himself lying on a grass with a fragrant smell of green grass. Before he turned his eyes elsewhere, he found that his chest was slammed by something—

"Asshole 1,!"

The words mixed with crying cries accompanied Irindal's fist on his chest, and Murphy looked at the scene in front of him with a stunned face, and then immediately reflected what had just happened.

I used the last soul power to lead the Orc army, and saved the elf in front of me, and then I completely lost consciousness-all these things have not been considered after much, and Murphys was only a little afraid at this moment. If this reckless behavior really caused him to die, what would Ashcandi do?

But in fact, Murphy understood that if he thought about it and watched the elf race and Irindal disappear in this land, he would not be qualified to save anyone.

Moving the body, Murphy was surprised to find that he had completely recovered from the near-death fatigue and soul deprivation and seemed to be full of more powerful power.

The power from the soul.

"Where do they want to escape?"

I don’t know if I should thank Irindal, but Murphy’s eyes swept from the crystal bottle on the ground, but he chose another topic-and Ilindal, who had been lying on his body, also felt a little embarrassed, she stepped back Half a step, looking around the tribes who don't know how to deal with it, said softly: "Where you flee, the result is the same."

"I guess this must be important?"

After thinking about it, Murphy still pointed to the crystal bottle-he could perceive the changes brought by the bottle, and the changes, fluctuations and rhythm on the ground were exactly the same as those of his body.

Elindal nodded.

"That's easy to say."

Murphy exhaled softly and got up, reaching out to Irindal who was sitting on the ground: "Leave the rest to me."

"Do you think this is over?"

In the Koslo Valley, Corian asked, looking at the exhausted Hydera with his hands on his back.

Hydera’s body was covered with various wounds, and not far from it, eight Yalongs were also scalded, and the long-term battles left the group of Warcrafts all covered with blood, of which Hydera flowed most-it The wings are full of tattered cracks, the claws have broken three places, the bone spurs on the tail have broken at least seven, it is insane, one eye cannot be opened because of serious injuries, and the dragon horn on the head has broken one , Lying on the ground and unable to move because of pain, in the face of Corian's words, Hydera could only barely raise his head in response.

It really can't hold up~www.wuxiaspot.com~If the appearance of this barbarian just stopped those crazy blue dragons, Hydera must have been a result of a brutal diet, but his first sentence was Hedra felt trembling.

The barbarian stood in front of the huge Hydera, looking at the big mouth that was enough to swallow his blood basin directly, and continued expressionlessly: "The blood you have is far better than you think, but you are like these Asians Like a dragon, I don’t know that I can advance into a real dragon through my efforts-oh, little reptile, I can see that every battle before you is using your own physical advantages, which is almost the same as your master , Will only tilt the enemy’s controllable firepower to the enemy, while turning a blind eye to its truly powerful power, isn’t it?"

He reached over and pressed on the head of Hydera, and his pupils suddenly radiated a blue light-this moment, his breath was the same as the blue dragon that had almost killed Murphys. To!

"Do you know why I left you?"

Corian’s palm rested on Hydera’s head, and as his body glowed faintly, a faint rune appeared on his wrist—the word “rule” written in Hebrew.

"That's because the'law' needs you, and your master will be strong as soon as possible."