The land of the North is vigorous and rough. Even in Richelieu, which is famous for its history and artistic atmosphere, the architectural style is still mainly tall and majestic. wWW.QuANbEn-XiAoShUo.comHowever, the Oracle City, which is unknown to the world, has a delicacy and beauty that is incomparable to the entire north.
In this midsummer season, the ancient elves no longer need to expend energy to regulate the temperature in the Oracle City, so the elves used the excess energy to build a large number of war facilities. After all, the current peace in Oracle City is just a facade. Who knows how many undercurrents there will be under the calm sea? It's just that the beauty-loving nature of the elves has struck again, and they have decorated these war facilities like works of art.
In the faint morning light, the city of Oracle is like a beauty standing on the edge of a clear blue lake and green grass.
But this morning, the invisible wind blowing was not the admirer of this beauty, but the god of death who was ready to spread death.
Nicholas, who had a solemn and strange face, had arrived at the edge of the Oracle City. It was like there was a windy staircase under his feet, which was getting higher and higher. He actually walked up to the top of the Oracle City step by step out of thin air.
His figure was strangely trembling slightly, just enough to avoid the eyes of all the elves. In fact, most of the patrolling elves subconsciously avoided his path.
After crossing the city, Nicholas did not stop. He walked higher and higher, walking towards the center of the city of oracles as if no one else was watching.
After this period of spying, Nicholas has become convinced that the elves in this city must be related to the death of Chris Felena. Now that the mysterious Hughes is no longer in the elf city, this good opportunity will never come back once it is lost. So he was no longer prepared to explore the real role of the elves in this matter, and just wanted to massacre the city.
He will destroy everything related to the death of Chris Felena.
When Nicholas slowly arrived at the center of the Oracle City in the air, he suddenly froze, and his fingertips trembled slightly.
In the square under three ancient elven trees, a huge silver dragon was lying there quietly. She lay down in a freehand manner, with the faucet stretched out towards the direction of the small lake, as if she was looking at the blue lake water in a trance, and seemed to be enjoying the cool summer breeze.
"Chris...Felena..." Nicholas moaned involuntarily, his body already crumbling.
Nicholas almost used up all his strength to stop himself from rushing over. He looked intently and saw more than ten elves busy around the silver dragon's huge body, seemingly cleaning her body and scales. These elves worked meticulously and conscientiously, cleaning each scale carefully without any sign of being in a hurry.
Nicholas stood silently in the sky, letting time pass and the sun rise and set.
Krisferena still lay quietly, motionless, as if she had fallen into a deep sleep. In fact, she couldn't move. She is just a statue, a huge, lifelike statue that took a lot of effort from the elf artist.
It wasn't until the afterglow of the setting sun faded that these serious elves completed the cleaning work and went back happily.
There are always some young elves gathering around the silver dragon statue. They look at the beautiful and huge silver dragon in ecstasy, and listen to the stories and legends about the silver dragon told by the older elves over and over again.
As night fell, the beautiful Oracle City gradually became quiet.
Nicholas slowly floated down in front of Krisferena.
The statue of the Silver Dragon is a masterpiece of uncanny craftsmanship. Her eyes seemed to be moving slowly with Nicholas, her eyes seemed sad, confiding, and happy. Nicholas was in a daze, almost thinking that Krisferena was resurrected in front of him.
How long can I survive dealing with many powerful enemies? Nicholas didn't know the answer.
But if the Oracle City can survive forever in the river of history, then Krisferena can live forever in the hearts of many elves.
He closed his eyes and stretched out his hand tremblingly, wanting to touch the statue of Chrissy Felena, but in the end...
But in the end, Nicholas failed to muster the courage. He would rather believe that Chris Felena is sleeping in the Oracle City.
Although this sleep has no end.
A ray of silver light rose into the sky, accompanied by Nicholas's earth-shattering roar!
All the ancient elven trees trembled in the roar, and the calm lake surface also set off huge waves!
At this moment, all the sleeping elves were awakened. They didn't know what was happening and looked around at the window blankly.
A few drops of water quietly fell in the sky, and the water drops gradually bloomed with brilliant brilliance.
The elves suddenly had a glimmer of illusion. They saw that in the seven-color brilliance, Krisferena seemed to be alive. She seemed to be looking up at the direction where the silver light was retreating, reluctant to leave.
Two figures appeared at a window.
"He's finally gone..." Death God's voice sounded much older than before. Ever since Elsielot stepped into the blue lake, he suddenly seemed to have aged more than ten years.
"Yeah..." Hughes looked at the place where the silver light disappeared, with no proud expression on his face.
"What about this statue? It takes a lot of magic power to maintain it, right?"
Hughes was silent for a moment, and then said slowly: "Just keep it like this. If everything is over and he can survive, he will have a place to rely on."
flame.
There are blazing flames everywhere!
This is not an ordinary flame, but a fire of bliss that contains great magic power and is enough to bind all souls!
In the flames, countless souls were crying, screaming, and struggling. They desperately ran back and forth in the flames, but they could not escape the shackles of the flames no matter what.
When the flames gradually extinguished, these desperate souls were gradually dragged into the ground by the flames. Their pain does not diminish as the flames are extinguished.
In the midst of the blazing flames, stood a stunning girl. Her gorgeous dress was torn in many places, and the exposed skin had scratches and bruises. Although she is still young, she already looks like a peerless beauty.
Seeing the soul struggling in the flames, the smile on her lips became more and more obvious and charming. Finally, she laughed wildly, her green eyes reflecting blazing flames and countless suffering souls!
Then there was a whirlwind...
Froya woke up, her head still hurt badly. With great difficulty, she finally saw Rogge in front of her. He was still shaking himself.
"Damn fat man, you're finally out! You've been in here all day and all night."
Rogge nodded and said: "Fortunately, everything went well. The Frost Dagger was also found."
"Where is it? Let me see!"
Rogge smiled and said: "You can't see it yet. It is in Amaro's body, which is the most important part of the seal. It cannot be taken out now. Once taken out, Amaro will regain his ability to move. "
Froya stood up and saw groups of soldiers digging tunnels under the command of elven engineers.
"What are they doing?" The little goblin was still a little confused.
"Amaro's body is relatively large. If he wants to move it out, the passage must be widened."
"Damn fat man, you can't subdue it by yourself, can you? Tell me, how many more things have you hidden that you haven't told me?" The little goblin pinched the flesh on Rogge's waist.
"Conquer it?" Rogge chuckled and said, "I didn't subdue it. We just agreed on the terms."
Half of the more than a thousand surviving soldiers were digging passages and half were clearing the exits. Half a day has passed, and the passage has not been dug yet. The exit has been cleared first.
Rogge frowned and walked among the corpses scattered in the military camp.
Although these corpses have begun to decompose, horrific bite and scratch marks can still be seen on their bodies. The stench of corpses in the wind made Fengdie feel nauseous, but she still insisted on following Rogge.
"Where are those enemies..." As soon as she opened her mouth, the smell of corpses that hit her face completely interrupted her words.
Rogge bent down, regardless of the filth and smell, forcefully tore open the clothes of a corpse and looked at the rotting wounds. It took him a long time to stand up, and his body inevitably emitted a strong corpse odor.
Rogge sighed and walked out of the military camp, saying: "The beasts that hurt people are not ordinary beasts. Only druids can summon and control so many mutated beasts. It seems that outside the stone palace, The one who is preparing to ambush us must be the Druid. As for him..."
Rogge frowned and said slowly: "He is already dead. This time the ones here are not ordinary druids, there is at least one elder among them."
Fengdie's face turned pale, and she gritted her teeth and said, "So... where are those druids?"
"They may be dead, or they may have escaped." Rogge's mind suddenly flashed to ***'s right hand wrapped in light smoke, and he added, "They should all be dead."
Fengdie was silent and just followed Rogge.
The goblin would never enter a place like the military camp where corpses were everywhere. She looked at Rogge walking towards her, immediately covered her nose, and shouted: "Stay away from me! Come back after cleaning yourself!"
Rogge smiled faintly, and while walking towards Froya, black flames kept coming out of his body. Finally, the demonic flames burned his clothes clean, and the annoying corpse odor naturally disappeared.
The little elf's face was slightly red, and he threw a robe to Rogge, who only had a piece of silver dragon armor left.
Rogge's eyes slowly swept across the dilapidated stone palace and the surrounding melancholy forest, and his face became increasingly gloomy. He wasn't sure if there were druids hiding in this forest. But since *** said she would deal with the people outside, there should be no enemies in the surrounding area.
The Druid's blows these few times were very cruel and effective. If the assassin who had not been heard from for a long time had not suddenly appeared, then this stone palace would have been the tomb of more than 3,000 people. Even if Rogge himself could possibly escape, others would certainly not be spared, and the Frost Dagger would also fall into the hands of the Druid.
"Sir, do you think those prisoners asked to leave?" The officer's request brought Rogge back from his thoughts.
Rogge looked over and saw the dozen or so Druid warriors who had survived the disaster gathering together and looking at this side.
"We can't just let them go!" Feng Die's cold voice made Rogge startled.
He looked back and saw Feng Die staring at the Druid warrior with hatred in her eyes. Her hand was holding the wheel saw tightly and was shaking uncontrollably.
Rogge grabbed Fengdie who was about to rush out, frowned and said, "What are you doing?"
"I want to kill these druids!" Feng Die gritted his teeth.
Rogge shouted: "They are just the lowest status warriors. No matter how many you kill, it will be useless!"
"But... these druids killed him!" Feng Die suddenly burst into tears, crying hoarsely: "I paid so much, I gave up my dignity, pride, purity and hope, all just to let him Alive! But why did the Druid kill him anyway!!"
Rogge turned around and shouted to the Druid warriors who were waiting for their fate to be pronounced: "I promised to let you go free, and I will fulfill my promise! Go back and tell the Druids in Yunxiao City You guys, I don’t want to be enemies with them, don’t force me again! If they insist on having their own way, don’t let you die again. Next time, I won’t be so polite! Get out of here now!”
Fengdie stopped crying. She stared at the back of the Druid warrior and said coldly to Rogge: "Are you really ready to reconcile with these Druids? If so, can you please terminate our contract?" , I will go to Yunxiao City by myself!"
Rogge smiled lightly and explained... Is it possible? I just want the druids to discuss it so that we can delay it for a while. We are too passive at the moment. Besides, what's the point of killing these little soldiers? Why don't you have to kill a few of his elders to let the druid know the pain! Fengdie, follow me wholeheartedly. One day, I will take you to the City of Yunxiao. "
Fengdie bit her lower lip gently and nodded slowly.
Another whole day passed before the passage in the stone palace was opened high and wide enough, and Amaro's body was finally able to be moved out of the stone palace. But the surrounding dense forest was a bigger obstacle. Rogge directed his soldiers to quickly open a path in the forest, and at the same time sent people to rush to the Grand Duke of Doriac, asking him to increase troops to support him while monitoring the movements of all druids in the province.
Rogge sent another team of elves to notify the Eye of Wisdom and asked them to send the Eye of Amaro to Dresden as soon as possible, where he would meet the people of the Eye of Wisdom.
He looked at Amaro's huge body and sneered imperceptibly.
The sea of consciousness.
This time the battle was particularly long, and the enemy's tenacity made even Wella find it difficult to resist.
The origin of God had entered a very dangerous state, and the two had to stop. Different from the calm demeanor after the previous battles, this time they all looked very embarrassed. The look in their eyes was dim, and the gold and black that were originally vertical like mirrors were messy. The two looked at each other for a while and began to tidy up their appearance in unison.
***Dai frowned slightly and stared at the busy Wella. She instinctively felt that Wella was planning something. However, although *** has control over the origin of God, her understanding of the origin of God is too little, so she has no way of knowing Weina's thoughts, nor can she explore Weina's power and skills. Only in the battle with Wella can *** observe and understand Wella's unfathomable fighting skills.
As soon as their fighting stopped, the power of God's origin began to recover bit by bit. Another invisible battle begins. Every time the Origin of God restores a bit of energy, *** and Wella will fight for it at the same time. Fortunately, in the fight for God's original energy, *** did not fall behind, and even had a slight upper hand because of its control. Even so, in the face of Wella's endless and ever-changing fighting skills, *** can only barely support it.
*** was concentrating on fighting for the energy of the origin of God, but Wella was busy non-stop.
In the sea of consciousness, a war has just subsided. (Quanben Novel Website www.QuANbEn-XiAoShUo.com)