Fengdie woke up leisurely, but her mind was still groggy. She couldn't understand what had happened or where she was. WwW.QUAbEn-XIAoShUo.CoM
She tried to move, but her body seemed to no longer obey her will. Then waves of burning pain hit her from every part of her body, making her moan uncontrollably.
She tried to open her eyes, but there was only a white light. There seemed to be something behind the light. She tried hard to see, but she couldn't see anything.
"You're awake." A deep, deep, ethereal voice came from behind the light.
Feng Die wanted to move, but in addition to suffering more intense pain, she was still unable to move: Where are you? "
"You are teetering on the edge between life and death. Answer my question, elf! This will determine whether you live or die."
There was still a vast expanse of white in front of Fengdie's eyes, and he couldn't see anything. She smiled bitterly but... I had a choice, but I would rather choose death. But... I can't die now. "
"What else do you want?"
"I want... want... great power."
"Why?"
"I want to kill all those druids..." Feng Die almost squeezed out these words through his teeth.
Her heart was throbbing again, and two lines of tears fell uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes.
Is the man she had given everything for just gone like this? She gave everything but got nothing in return. Now, even his existence has been wiped out!
Between life and death, all the love and hate in her heart were a thousand times clearer. That hurts.
Just as clear.
The voice behind the white light was silent for a while, and then sounded again: "I can match your power, but the price is equally high."
"I'm willing to pay...any price."
The white light gradually faded, and Fengdie's consciousness fell into a deep sleep again.
I don’t know how long it took before Fengdie woke up again. This time, the burning pain and the extremely strong desire for blood disappeared, and her body regained its ability to move. I just feel extremely weak, my body is empty, and I have almost no strength at all.
She opened her eyes and looked around blankly. Now her thinking is still stuck in an extremely slow state.
The first thing that catches the eye is the huge magic circle painted on the ceiling. Dozens of groups of magic weapons of various colors are slowly floating in the air. Each group has its own invisible trajectory. They move staggered and will never collide with each other.
Feng Die looked at the fluttering magic gun for a while. Suddenly, the world was spinning, and I felt extremely depressed.
"Are you awake? Don't look at the magic circle above your head. It's a powerful dark curse circle. You won't be able to stand it if you look at it for a long time."
Feng Die struggled to sit up and looked around, only to find that he was sitting on a white jade platform. The room she was in was very wide, and magic circles were drawn on the four walls. Various magic fires, crystals, gems, and many other things she couldn't name were embedded in the magic circles, flashing and flashing. The ground shines with all kinds of lights.
There is a huge work table in the corner of the room. It was piled with bottles and cans, and a fat figure was busy in front of the stage.
"Roger?"
The fat figure said without looking back: "Who else could it be if it wasn't me?"
"What's wrong with me? I only remember being hit by Lei Luo's dagger, but now... why do I have no strength at all?"
"You have been cursed by the soul-eating dagger. The stronger your power, the greater the power of the curse. In order to temporarily control the curse, I have removed all your power."
"But I need strength!" Feng Die lost his voice.
The fat man smiled and said: "Don't worry. Soon you will have more powerful power, and you will appear in the future. Those druids will be vulnerable in front of you. Of course, this comes at a price, because after all, I am not God. I can only think of this way to lift your curse and give you more powerful power. However, didn’t you say that you can pay any price for powerful power? It seems that you finally understand that in this In this world, only power is supreme. With power, you can act according to your own wishes."
Fengdie's thoughts became a little clearer. She looked down at her body. The perfect curves were still enough to make any man commit a crime. But at this moment, her skin had completely turned into a lifeless light gray. There was a thin wound on her chest. The gap was neat and there was no trace of it. Blood seeps out.
"Lord Rogge, can you tell me what price I have to pay?"
While pouring a small bottle of blood-red potion into another large crystal dish, Rogge said: "Fengdie, you must have heard of a taboo name in the elven legends for thousands of years, the Dark Elf King Kramos. Blood moon, right?”
Fengdie trembled all over Ramos. Blood moon? He used the power of darkness to lead countless elves into the bottomless abyss of corruption, and turned into an executioner who only knew killing and bloodthirsty! Before being destroyed by the three great elf kings, he and the dark elves under him had their hands covered with the blood of the elves. Do you want to turn me into a dark elf? How is that possible? Kramos. The dark power of the Blood Pill was so powerful that it once covered the entire sky! And how could you possibly know the method by which he led the elves into darkness? "
"The Dark Elf King can turn hundreds of elves into dark elves at the same time. Of course I don't have the power to be abnormal. But with the power of magic items, I am still sure to turn you into a dark elf. Besides, there is nothing now. The only other good way is to take some risks."
At this time, the door opened, and Froya came in carrying a tray with a dozen bottles of various sizes placed on it.
Fengdie's thinking was still very slow. It took her a long time to wake up and she was naked. She let out a low cry and tried to cover her body. It turned out that it was Froya who was coming. She was relieved.
Roger turned around, let's get started! "
At his signal, Feng Die, whose mind was still confused, lay down obediently.
Roger took off his coat and wore only a pair of trousers. He stood quietly for a moment, his pupils slowly turned silvery white, and his body gradually grew taller and taller. Tiny black scales appeared on the skin. He picked up a slender paintbrush, dipped it in a bottle of cyan magic potion, and drew one stroke on Fengdie's shoulder.
With Rogge's ferocious appearance and immense strength, it seemed very difficult to carry the paintbrush. He painted stroke by stroke, and with each stroke, Feng Die felt a biting chill penetrate into her bones, and her face turned blue. His body was shaking. But she endured it all.
Finally, Roger finished painting her left shoulder. The fat man was already sweating profusely and breathing heavily. He rested for a while, then grabbed a paintbrush again, this time dipped in bright red potion, and painted Fengdie's right shoulder.
Waves of scorching power rushed into Fengdie's body. She felt her blood was boiling and felt indescribably sad.
Roger painted one stroke at a time, albeit slowly. But in the blink of an eye, Fengdie's body was covered with various magic patterns. During this period, Feng Die seemed to have endured all the pain he had ever endured in his life. But she gritted her teeth and held on.
Fatty couldn't help but admire her tenacity.
After an unknown amount of time, Rogge wiped the sweat from his forehead and said weakly: "Now there's only one last step left. I didn't expect to be so tired! The Dark Elf King is really extraordinary!"
Every time Rogge drew a stroke, Fengdie's consciousness would become clearer. At this time, her mind had completely awakened, and she felt that forces with different attributes were conflicting in her body. She sat up. Taking a look at his body, he saw various magic patterns painted on it. To her surprise, these magic patterns were drawn beautifully and elegantly, which made Fengdie, who loved beauty very much, feel relieved a little.
She watched as Rogge picked out the thinnest pen and dipped it into the deep black paint in a tiny crystal bottle.
"Wait a minute..." Fengdie stopped Rogge and asked Qian, "Will after this time... I will become a dark elf?"
Rogge nodded: "After the dark emblem is drawn on your face, I will use the dark curse to induce the power of all the magic emblems, and then your body will be completely occupied by the power of darkness. Although with Kramos The Black Elves of the Blood Moon are different. But essentially they are the same. The powerful dark power will dispel the curse you have received."
Feng Die stared at Rogge's face, and found a trace of hesitation flashing in his eyes, and immediately asked: "Is there anything else you haven't told me?"
Rogge sighed: "The curse in you contains a very strong thirst for blood. In order to completely suppress and replace this curse, after you become a dark elf, I will add a dark blood-devouring curse to you. This curse I made some changes, removing the part of obeying the orders of the cursed one, and weakening the power added to you when the blood-devouring movement occurs. In this way, the curse will have a much less erosive effect on your will. With your will, you should be able to overcome it The harm caused by the curse is not without risk. This curse must be powerful enough to dispel the bloodlust."
"Then after I become a dark elf, will I completely lose my will like the legendary dark elf and only know how to kill under the orders of the dark elf king?"
Rogge hesitated and said: "Fengdie, the nature of power will indeed affect the temperament of the owner, but this is not absolute. For example, low-level monsters or undead creatures are only the most primitive slaves, but high-level demons or dead creatures The wisdom of spiritual mages is not inferior to that of humans or wise men among elves. Therefore, whether you can overcome the influence of power and maintain a clear mind depends entirely on your own will."
Feng Die asked: "What if I fail to overcome the influence of power? What will happen?"
"That doesn't matter. You will lose your will and obey my orders completely. But as your strength increases, you will have a chance to regain your consciousness in the future. Don't worry, I will let you kill enough druids. "
"Lord Rogge, why didn't you just let me die instead of going to such great lengths to save me? I can see that you have spent a lot of precious magic materials. Speaking of which, you don't lack people like me. For people, it’s not cost-effective.”
Rogge said tiredly: "You want to kill the Druid, and I think so too. Helping you is actually helping myself, and there is nothing to be grateful for. The magic materials are gone. You can find, buy, and rob again. If you don't have If you die, you will never get it back. Adjani asked me to take good care of you before she left. I can't fail to satisfy even such a small wish of hers."
Fengdie was silent for a while, and then suddenly asked: "Roger, I heard that the dark elves are all... all..." At this point, her face turned red and she couldn't say any more.
Rogoff smiled and said: "You want to say **?"
Fengdie nodded slightly.
"Fengdie, historical records are always untrue, and legends are even more so. The dark elves advocate strength and worship the dark gods. Although I don't know which god the dark elf king believes in, but obviously, The morality that binds the elves certainly cannot restrain the dark elves. If they have it, they will be satisfied with it. In the eyes of the elves, this is of course an out-and-out **. But in the eyes of the dark elves, they are just obeying their truest desires. It’s just instinct.”
Rogge paused for a moment and then said: "Of course, under the power of darkness, all your primitive instincts will be strengthened exponentially... For you, this is also one of the costs."
Fengdie looked up to the sky, wondering what he was thinking.
Rogge clicked the paintbrush into the black potion, then glanced at a picture in his hand, and then walked towards Fengdie. Are you ready? If you persevere through this last dark emblem, you will have powerful power. You have to remember that you must stay awake during this process. This is the key to whether you can have independent consciousness after becoming a dark elf. "
Feng Die suddenly stopped Rogge's painting brush: "Wait a minute, although you didn't say it clearly, I also understand that after the ceremony, there is a high possibility that I will become an unconscious, bloodthirsty dark elf..."
She took off the paintbrush from Roger's hand, put it aside, and slowly wrapped her arms around his neck.
"If this must be the case... at least, I hope my first time is sober..."
The enchanting and beautiful body covered with various magic patterns fell weakly on the white jade platform. Small and dense beads of sweat reflected the magic body, revealing dots of charming halo, the faint The golden poem is like a flowing poem, slowly spreading on the white jade platform. Those starry eyes were like two bays of lake water, with a faint hazy cloud of smoke covering the water.
She lay on her back on the white jade platform, her eyes slightly closed, and she had no strength at all. The elf who had lost her power was very weak, and the short storm was too much for her to bear.
A silk scarf gently wiped away the sweat on her forehead and the tears that had flowed down her face before she knew it. Then the hand gently brushed her eyes, and a moment later, a bit of coldness fell on her. on the forehead.
This is the Dark Emblem, this is the curse from the demon of the abyss.
When it is completed, it is the end of everything.
Rogge finally made the final stroke. He looked at the calm Feng Die with some surprise, as if the curse power contained in the dark emblem had no effect on her at all.
He took out a black crystal bottle and poured out a few drops of liquid as thick as glue.
As soon as the crystal bottle was opened, the nauseatingly rich smell of blood spread throughout the room, as if the room itself was a huge pool of blood.
The blood-like medicine quickly penetrated into Feng Die's body, leaving no trace behind.
When Rogge's majestic voice of chanting a spell sounded, the wind butterfly was as calm as a drop of crystal water quietly falling from the corner of the eye on the windless lake.
When everything ends, can the lily in the night shed such clear tears again
Is there the future you want in front of you
In the dead of night. The light was still on in Elder Hughes' room. The elf elder was in high spirits, reading a book and sipping tea alone so late at night.
His room was as usual, plain and spotless. Let every visitor feel a refreshing spirit coming to their face.
At this moment, the water on the stove was just boiling and the heat was just right. Hughes put down the book in his hand. Concentrate on preparing yourself a nice cup of tea. It was rare these days that Froya didn't come to grab tea with him, which made him feel happy, but also had some doubts.
After drinking this small cup of tea, Hughes felt refreshed. He picked up the kettle again and poured a cup of boiling water into an empty teacup. The water on the tea forest was dense and dense, condensing and condensing into an ever-changing air mass in the blink of an eye. The center of the air mass suddenly became dark. In the blink of an eye, a window leading to the distance opened in the steam.
What was revealed in the water vapor was a large and deep room, with a dozen mysterious figures wearing dark black robes and completely faceless sitting around a large round table, seemingly waiting for something. Their eyes suddenly looked at Xiu Si on Shui Miao's side. They all stood up and bowed together before sitting down.
"Dear Shadow of Nothingness." A mysterious man spoke, his voice sounded very old: "You must have seen the operation of 'Shadow' in the past three months. We have successfully changed from 'Dark Night Dancer' to 'I have seized a lot of business from Prince Rogge of the Asrophek Empire. In the past three months, Prince Rogge has provided us with an income of at least 700,000 gold coins. He has become our most important guest. For this reason, The past three months have also been the three months when 'Shadow' has earned the most. In order to further combat the 'Dark Night Dancer', I propose to lower the price of providing services. After all, we still have a lot of room for profit, so that we can completely eliminate them. Win it from the 'Dark Night Dancer'."
"I object!" Another old voice sounded: "The latest intelligence shows that Prince Rogge's treasury is empty, and he can no longer afford our services. Now, it's time for us to cancel his VIP treatment. , and it’s time to consider accepting the mission against Prince Rogge.”
"Can the 'Shadow's' vision be so short-sighted?" the previous spokesperson said solemnly: "It only took two years for Prince Rogge to conquer the world from nothing. He is now in financial distress, and it is we who help and fight for him. His timing is so good that I even think we should consider providing services first and collecting payment later to acquire such a customer.”
"He made his fortune by using elves as cannon fodder and making war money. Now that he is the prince of the Asrophic Empire, how can he still make war money so easily?"
All of a sudden, all the 'Shadow' elders present split into two sides and started arguing.
In contrast, there are still more voices opposed to continuing to support Rogge.
Hughes coughed. The quarreling elders finally calmed down.
"Let me tell you first, are there any recent missions targeting Prince Rogge?" Hughes said slowly. When his voice reached the dark room through the space window in the water vapor. It has become a drifting, ethereal sound.
The mysterious figure who opposed continuing to support Rogge said: "My men have recently received two tasks in the empire. One is to investigate the information of a mysterious strong man next to Prince Rogge. The information provided by the guest only said that this strong man When the person appeared, he was wearing dark black full-body armor and was suspected to be a woman. There was no other information. Another mission required a thorough investigation of the secrets of the 'Eye of Wisdom' church, especially who their goddess O'Banleh was. Who is pretending to be someone, and who are the other powerful people in the church? The clients of both tasks said that remuneration is not a problem, as long as we can complete the tasks. According to my investigation, the real client behind these two tasks is most likely the Imperial Prime Minister Si Trau. From all aspects, he is much more valuable than Prince Rogge. But our 'Shadow' has always had a rule not to accept any missions for VIPs, so I suggest that Rogge's VIP treatment be cancelled. However, Whether we can complete these two tasks depends on the respected Shadow of Nothingness making the final decision."
Hughes pondered for a long time and finally said: "The rules are not static. Now the era of great turmoil is coming. This is the best time for us 'Shadow' to take the opportunity to grow stronger and surpass the 'Dark Night Dancer' in one fell swoop to become the overlord of the dark world. . When turmoil comes, the most important thing is to judge the future trend. I think Prince Rogge is ruthless and decisive, and there is nothing wrong with betting some chips on such a person in turbulent times. I agree with providing services first and then collecting fees. There must be a limit to the loan method. Let’s set the upper limit of 300,000 gold coins. Now is a special period, so Straw’s two tasks will also come next. As for the reward, the investigation of the mysterious strong man is priced at 900 Ten thousand gold coins, with a minimum of eight and a half million."
Hughes' decision immediately caused discussions among the people present. They were all powerful men in the dark world and well-informed, but they never expected such a high price! In the past, the price for collecting information about powerful people in the Sanctuary was only about two million gold coins. That's still the price offered by 'Dark Night Dancer'.
Hughes waited for everyone to discuss for a while before saying: "The price itself has revealed a lot of information, so before quoting, a fee of half a million gold coins must be charged. If Straw agrees, these fees will be calculated from the final total. It will be deducted from the fee. If he does not agree, it will not be returned, and it will be regarded as the price of this information."
"As for the mission of investigating the goddess Audreyh of the 'Eye of Wisdom'..." Hughes became cold.
The whole room fell silent. Everyone was waiting for his decision.
Finally, Hughes spoke, "I think 'Shadow' has a half chance of completing this task, which can be answered truthfully by Straw. As for the reward... it must be the Sword of Damocles in Straw's hand!" This will prevent him from underestimating our 'Shadow' ability!"
There was deathly silence in the room, except for the sound of heavy breathing.
Someone finally spoke: "Omniscient Shadow of Nothingness! Is the Sword of Damocles actually in Straw's hand? This piece of information itself is worth millions of gold coins!"
There was a tremor in his voice, and he obviously couldn't suppress the shock in his heart.
"If Straw doesn't agree, then just sell this information. I think 1.5 million gold coins will be a very suitable price." Hughes said calmly.
There was buzzing discussion in the room again.
Hughes coughed again and waited for silence. Cai Dao: "Elders, the development of 'Shadow' to today's scale is closely related to your hard work and dedication for so many years. But the turbulent era is coming. I think all the elders know very well that the only key to survive in the dark world is strength. , I hope all the elders will work hard in this direction in the future. Also, how are the preparations for the westbound team going?"
An elder replied: "This year's westbound team has been prepared. All the precious materials on the list are ready and ready to go. It's just..."
"Just what?" Hughes asked calmly.
The elder hesitated for a moment and said: "There are five hundred dragon warriors in the escort force provided by the 'Dark Night Dancer', and the price is very reasonable. I'm afraid... they will do something secretly. After all, the annual westbound team is of great importance. , we invested the whole year’s income in this!”
Hughes said categorically: "The 'Dark Dancers' have been the kings of the dark world for four hundred years. There is no doubt about their credibility. Traveling thousands of miles westward, the journey is extremely dangerous. There are five hundred more powerful dragon men. With warrior protection, you are much more certain. Even if there are risks involved, it is still worth it."
"I follow your instructions, respected Shadow of Nothingness."
After discussing the next few things, the large void of black shadow above the round table that seemed to swallow up all the light slowly dispersed, and all the 'shadow' elders also left in silence.
Hughes poured the cooled water in the cup into the flower pond, took out a book, and started reading leisurely.
The world of death.
*** is still asleep in the beautiful world in the painting.
Wella was sitting on the branch of a towering ancient tree, the metal wings of the demon lotus swinging slightly in the breeze. She was carefully flipping through the memories in the Origin of God.
A huge figure passed by in the sky. After circling a few times, it swooped down towards the world in the painting and hovered steadily in the air beside the lake.
This is a huge bone dragon.
In the world of death, there is only one Bone Dragon who dares to come within a thousand miles of Wella. At this moment, the bone dragon not only has a pair of fleshy wings shining with a holy milky white luster, but also has a milky white dragon scale belt more than one meter wide on its body. This dragon scale extends from the top of its head and the back of its neck to the tip of its tail. Although most of the bone dragon's body is still made of bones, it looks much more majestic, far from the weird and disharmonious thing it used to be when it only had a pair of flesh wings.
The bone dragon leaned its head towards Wella and said thoughtfully: "Master Wella. Master *** won't blame me when he wakes up, right?"
Wella raised her left hand upwards, and an unstoppable gravitational force immediately led the bone dragon to roll high into the sky.
While reading the memories in the Origin of God, she said casually: "I have warned you several times, Gregory, before you completely transform into a sacred dragon. Don't come within a thousand meters of me. !** It would be better for her to sleep a little longer, she is exhausted anyway."
She suddenly whispered. Then he smiled and said: "This is quite interesting..."
The next moment, Weina has already soared into the sky and Li Gaoli! You keep this place while I go to that world once. "
The bone dragon only had time to howl: "Master Weina! Take me with you..." But Weina's figure had already disappeared into the void.
Gregory sighed and flew several times in the sky dejectedly. It's not that it's afraid of loneliness. Although there is not a single undead creature within a thousand miles.
Bone Dragon is afraid of facing the police alone. Even if it's just a sleeping ***. Bone Dragon has no idea. If *** wakes up one day, how will it face its two masters? The smart bone dragon knew that there was no answer to this question. It can only resign itself to fate, so most of the time it chooses not to think about it at all.
But Wella left it alone to guard this small piece of the world in the painting, and it couldn't help but think about this life-and-death issue.
The bone dragon slowly fell down, looking at the sleeping girl peacefully, his wings were trembling.
"Master ***... Actually, I... I had no choice but to do it! If you didn't take me with you that day, if you didn't surrender, Master Wella would definitely take it out on me. You two are so powerful, if you're not careful, you will definitely kill me." I was destroyed. You also know. Although the world of death is vast and boundless, no matter where I hide, if Master Wella wants to catch me out, it will be easy even though I am an undead creature. But I am also afraid of death! "
"I know."
The bone dragon, which was sighing and talking to itself, was shocked. This extremely familiar cold voice almost made its soul fire stop beating!
Gregory raised his head tremblingly and saw the pair of silver eyes looking at it.
"***… Owner… "
*** ignored the bone dragon, just raised his right hand in front of his face, looked at it carefully for a while, and then slowly flew up. Her speed comes in faster. In a blink of an eye, he flew high into the sky.
However, the petite figure in gray robe suddenly stopped and fell down!
A brush sound. ***'s wings suddenly spread out, and then he stabilized his falling body. She flew unsteadily high into the sky, and finally disappeared into the void.
Bone Dragon felt like the world was spinning, and he could no longer hold on. He fell headlong into the small lake, causing a huge wave that shot into the sky.
At this moment, Fengdie was sleeping quietly on the white jade platform. The wound on her chest had long since disappeared, and the skin all over her body was as soft as ever, except for one of her pale golden hairs which turned to silver grey. Can't see any other changes.
On the other side of this large magic laboratory, half-length Rogge was lying on the ground concentrating on drawing the magic circle. The beautiful demon lotus has been floating behind him for a long time, and he was completely unaware of it.
Wella looked at him quietly until the fat man let out a sigh of relief and stood up with a satisfied look.
"It seems that you are already very proficient in curses." Wella still had the same cold tone.
The fat man was startled, but he did not look back. Instead, he rushed forward like lightning, leaving a silver light shield in place. Rogge turned around in the air, and then he saw Wella standing still in the air.
The fat man calmed down and said with a smile: "I have gained some new insights in studying magic in the past few days. I just want to test it out. I have been bullied by these druids for so long, and I really can't get out of this bad mood without taking revenge. Although I can't kill them. How about it, but it’s also good to scare them a little bit so that they can always attack without any worries.”
Wella watched quietly as Rogge began to chant a spell to the small group of light gray mist in the center of the magic circle. Then she began to scan the entire magic laboratory. Finally, his eyes rested on Feng Die.
Roger's spell finally ended, and he fell into a sluggish state.
In a primitive dense forest within the empire, there is an unknown Druid secret camp. throughout the empire. I don’t know how many such camps there are.
What’s rare is that there is also a hot spring in the camp. At this moment, the tall and handsome Lei Luo had just come out of the hot spring. He was only wearing a pair of trousers, exposing his upper body full of power and beauty. He wore an inconspicuous dagger on his waist. It was obvious that he valued the dagger very much and would not even take it off for a moment while enjoying the hot springs.
Lei Luo walked into the central hall of the camp, where two older druids were already waiting. Lei Luo sat down. Just as he was about to discuss important matters, he let out a muffled groan and jumped up from his chair.
He quickly took off the dagger from his waist and immediately threw it to the ground, as if what he held in his hand was not the soul-eating dagger, but a piece of red-hot iron. At this moment, the place where the dagger was attached to his waist was already scorched black.
The two druids were far less powerful than Lei Luo, and they stood up with blank faces.
Don't know what happened.
Waves of light gray mist emitted from the soul-eating dagger, and finally formed a human shape, and the face became increasingly clear.
That fat face with a sinister and proud smile was none other than Rogge!
It can be said that Lei Luo is extremely familiar with this fat face and even the body made of gray mist. He had been looking for an opportunity to insert the soul-eating dagger into Rogge, but he never expected that Rogge would fall out at the first sign of falling out, completely disrupting his plan. Never get under yourself. He had no choice but to use his true skills to break out of the siege. As for the life and death of Princess Malika's master and servant, it was not his concern.
This fat man, who has been labeled by the Presbyterian Church with a series of adjectives such as 'sinister, despicable, scheming, and vicious', is indeed a very troublesome character. Lei Luo has owned the soul-eating dagger for several years, and has the divine magic of the goddess of nature as a buffer, but he still cannot fully control this extremely dangerous artifact, so he must be careful every time he uses it.
But this fat man was actually able to reveal himself through the Soul-Eating Dagger!
Lei Luo was shocked in his heart, but remained calm on the surface. It’s you! It's a shame I didn't kill you. But you can't be arrogant for much longer. Do you have any last words? "
Rogge, who was made of gray mist, smiled. Luo, it seems you don't know much about the Soul-Eating Dagger. Let me show you its true face! Can you still move now? "
Lei Luo was shocked and tried to move. Sure enough, his body was completely numb. The two druids also knew that the situation was serious. But neither they used magic nor weapons to hurt Rogge, who was made of gray mist.
Rogge laughed loudly and said: "Lei Luo, you have been in Dresden these days. That place must be very comfortable, right? I'll make it more comfortable!" As he said, the fat man walked up to Lei Luo, who couldn't move. Kick him hard between the legs!
Lei Luo still couldn't move, but his face was already green!
"You're so strong! I can't even cripple you!" The fat man admired.
Lei Luo gritted his teeth, looked at Rogge who was starting to become thinner, and said harshly: "Is this all you have the ability to do!"
Rogge, who was gradually disappearing, sneered once, just to teach you a lesson, but next time he will stab your eyes directly! You bring a message to those old people in the Presbyterian Church, telling them to put iron armor on their eyes before going to bed! I'm not sure when I will come again! "
Only then did Lei Luo realize that he was already dripping with sweat. He looked at the Soul-Eating Dagger on the ground and didn't know whether he should pick it up or not.
"Nonsense!" Wella looked at Rogge who had recovered and said coldly.
Rogge smiled just to make the druids suspicious and apprehensive. By the way, ***, what are you listening to when you come here this time? "
Wella grabbed her left hand in the air, and the fat man flew into the delicate hand. Then his remaining mental power flowed into Wella's hand like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea. The flowing luster in the patterns on the demon lotus brightened in the blink of an eye. A few points.
Wella let go of her hand. Rogge, who was almost exhausted, fell to the ground.
She chuckled and returned to the world of death with satisfaction. She just thought: "It feels good to get something for nothing! No wonder greed is a sin..."
As soon as Weina's figure disappeared, the body of the black silver formation quietly emerged from the other side.
Seeing the fat man with no mental energy left, she couldn't help but froze... (Quanben Novel Website www.QUAbEn-XIAoShUo.com)