When Amelia returned, Debra was struggling to crawl out of the dirt.
Without the control of the middle-aged man, those terrifying skeletons fell silent, and their flesh and bones turned into rancid mud, trapping the clean saint in the mud pit, and she almost collapsed in anger.
"Amelia?"
Debra showed such a happy expression to Amelia for the first time, and cried with joy: "You are still alive! Pull me out!"
Amelia pulled her out as promised.
Debra immediately used the last drop of magic power to give herself a cleansing magic, and then she had time to ask, "Where's the Necromancer? Where have you been?"
Amelia: "Well... well, I killed him."
Debra: "Where's the body?"
Amelia pointed to the lump of meat on the floor that couldn't be removed with a shovel.
If you look closely, you can still see the corner of the clothes belonging to the necromancer.
Debra: Dumbfounded.
It was the first time she looked at Amelia with such awe-inspiring eyes, and at the same time, she couldn't help but mutter in her heart, why didn't she see that Amelia had such a habit before, if she didn't do it, she would crush people into pieces mud.
very scary.
Easy to change / state.
Amelia, who was murdered by the wind review, was struggling in the ruins in front of the church door. A hole was hammered into her head when she was dragged out, but she was still a skinny witch who was still breathing.
——or just say that the magic is miraculous. For this kind of injury, I would have gone to the Palace of Hades to report it in my previous life.
"I'll save her first, Debra, you go to the city gate to see Rita and everyone." Amelia raised her hands in the air, and a faint white light fell, healing the serious injury on the witch's head without looking back. in command of Debra.
"All right."
Debra absently turned over the corpse of a knight at her feet, her feet remained motionless as if they were rooted in the ground, and all her thoughts were on Amelia, whose back was facing her at the moment.
Do you want to kill her
Debra's fingers were trembling, and the intense psychological struggle made her short of breath and her vision was erratic.
Regardless of whether what the necromancer said was true or not, whether there was any problem with her background, but he was already dead, and there was no evidence for her death.
As long as Amelia, the only one who heard these words, died, no one would know about it at all.
Not only that, if Amelia died, the chief position would be vacant. As the only survivor of this trip, she captured three witches and killed a necromancer in a row. Take the position of chief.
Half a year later, she will be able to meet the god she has longed for as a matter of course, and from then on, she will rise to the top and live a life superior to others.
Such a dreamlike life was something that Debra had been fantasizing crazily since she was a child when she first entered the church.
For fifteen years, I sweated day and night, and tried my best to climb up, just for this goal.
It's possible right now.
If only she could kill Amelia!
Debra's hand silently touched the wand around her waist, bit her lips tightly, and looked sideways at Amelia, whose back was facing her.
Such a slender girl, I really can't believe that her magic is so strong, even the necromancer can defeat it, it is so powerful that it is unbelievable.
She will never be able to defeat Amelia from the front.
So there is only one chance.
Should we do it now
Debra clenched her fists anxiously and timidly, never daring to move rashly.
"Huh? Debra, why are you so dazed? Why don't you leave?" Seeing the blood hole on the witch's head gradually healed, Amelia wiped off her sweat, and from the corner of her eye, she saw Debra in a daze. He called out to her suspiciously.
"I..." Debra's voice was dry and hoarse, startled by Amelia who suddenly turned around, she suddenly came back to her senses, felt guilty and carelessly touched the knight at her feet, pretending to be The appearance of doing things well, the palms of the hands are trembling in panic.
In fact, I don't even know what I'm doing.
Amelia froze for a moment, then pursed her lips and smiled.
"Don't worry, the middle-aged man just wanted to use this to play us. Who would believe it? Don't forget, we have to undergo background screening before being selected as saints. It was wiped out immediately."
Amelia struggled to pick up the witch, and walked out of the city: "Hurry up, there is still a lot of work to do."
But didn't Rita also escape the background check
Debra looked at her figure, lowered her eyelashes, put her wand back into her waist, got up and followed her footsteps.
It's better not to sneak attack, Debra thought, this kind of behavior is too shameless and does not conform to the aristocratic education she has received since she was a child.
Change it to poisoning.
In the past few days, if you get the chance, you will poison her to death.
In order to thank Amelia for saving her life, Debra decided to use a milder poison and try not to cause her too much pain.
The two returned to the gate of the city, Amelia went to see Rita, and Debra was responsible for checking the fallen knights one by one, looking for any survivors.
"She wants to kill you."
The sudden words made Amelia pause for a moment. She looked around to make sure that Debra hadn't heard it before pressing the little head that protruded back.
"I know." Amelia also whispered, "It's so obvious that a fool can't feel it."
Alfonso frowned: "Why don't you kill her, you like her?"
He turned into an elf again, his cute face showing a bit of dissatisfaction due to the shrinkage, he pushed away Amelia's hand that was about to push him down, and repeated affirmatively: "You like her."
"I don't really like it." Amelia thought about it seriously. "I just want to give her a chance. Anyway, if she really fights, she will definitely not be able to beat me. Then I will... deal with her."
Amelia stalked for a long time, but still didn't say the word to kill.
She is a modern soul, it is good enough to see the bloody corpse without vomiting, it is really difficult to kill people, and she is still a familiar person.
Alfonso's focus was still not right, he frowned more and more, and said in an incredible tone: "You actually like two people, are all human beings so flirtatious?"
Amelia almost flinched.
She looked strange: "Why do you like two people, who are you listening to these nonsense?"
"You said that." Alfonso sneered, with an ugly look on his face, "The lackey of the Light God Sect is really disgusting."
The little elf got back into the bag, and within a few seconds, he poked his head out again amidst Amelia's blank expression, and said indifferently: "Don't like me, disgusting."
Then drilled back again.
Two disgusting Amelias in a row: "... .."
This person must be strong, otherwise he would have been beaten to death long ago.
Outside the city gate, the two searched for a long time but couldn't find Rita. The corpses of the other knights showed signs of being turned over, but there was no sign of anyone.
Debra frowned suspiciously: "Did Rita leave by herself?"
"No, it's not." Amelia said without raising her head, pointing to the scattered footprints on the ground: "Look, they are in the shape of a church patrol team, and there are two lighter ones, which are small in shape and should be girls. .”
Amelia concluded: "It was separated from us in the forest, and the knights responsible for guarding the two witches carried Rita away."
Debra said helplessly: "Maybe I thought we were all dead, so we went to find help. Then what should we do next? Follow?"
Amelia nodded: "Follow me."
The two found a carriage from the city, and planned to chase after it following the ruts.
Before leaving, Amelia deliberately found an empty room with a convenient name, and had a face-to-face conversation with the dark elf.
"You have to come with me." Amelia said straight to the point.
Alfonso:"?"
The little elf's gaze gradually became contemptuous.
What the girl said yesterday, "I have absolutely no intention of leaving you behind" and "I really want you to go home" seemed to be invisible hands, slapping her face.
Amelia tried to reason: "No, don't you think the Necromancer's words make sense? You really don't look like a normal dark elf. I'll go back and check the classics, make sure, and then send you back, okay?"
Alfonso: "Oh, explain it as you like."
I wouldn't believe it anyway.
She clearly read this sentence from the elf's expression.
Amelia: "... .."
You simply didn't listen to her words! !
Amelia was furious, the elf didn't say anything to her, even if she relayed the necromancer's words, he just looked thoughtful and closed his mouth tightly, just didn't say clearly what happened!
Forget about the massacre, the witch is a recent incident, he will never forget it too, right
Still using this look to piss her off.
The communication failed, and Amelia almost died of anger.
She simply made a decision, pretending not to see the elf's expression, and said with a smirk: "Then it's settled, it's still the old rule, no talking or moving."
After finishing speaking, she didn't want to look at that sad face again, and grabbed the elf decisively, ignoring the struggle of his little arms and legs, stuffed it back into the bag, and hung it around her waist.
Pokemon get√
Surrounded by a chilly murderous aura that came from nowhere, Amelia returned under Debra's strange sight. The two carried the witch into the carriage, and after confirming that no one in the city was alive, they followed the footprints all the way forward. .
The skinny witch fell into a coma until the carriage staggered into the night and did not wake up. As soon as she opened her eyes, she touched her knife.
"Are you awake?" Amelia put a glass of water in front of her: "Moisten your throat."
The witch's hand on the handle of the knife did not loosen, she sat up vigilantly, refused the water she offered, and said hoarsely, "Where is this?"
Amelia succinctly explained the current situation to her, as well as the two captured witches, and the children who were taken away together.
The witch's eyes sharpened suddenly: "They are not witches, and my business has nothing to do with them."
"It doesn't matter what you say." Debra said lightly: "I will hold a ceremony to ask the gods, and if they are really not witches, I will let them go."
"But this has nothing to do with you."
"You saved my life, I can pay you, give you money, give you anything, except let you go."
"No one can violate the teaching order, and everyone related to darkness deserves to die."
As soon as the words fell, the small carriage space fell silent for a while.
Amelia had long been used to the sect of light's abhorrence of dark creatures. She was surprised that Debra could accept staying in the same carriage with a witch. She didn't expect Debra to let a witch go.
The witch was silent for a while, and said in a hoarse voice: "I have never killed anyone, and I have never hurt anyone before you came. On the contrary, I saved countless lives. Even so, do you think I deserve to die? ?”
"Damn." Debra replied without hesitation
Terribly stubborn.
The witch didn't say anything more, her wrinkled eyes drooped, and she returned to silence as if she didn't care about her future fate.
But Amelia looked at the blood on her sleeve and made a silent decision.
She wants this sick-faced witch to live
Take those crippled children and return to a life that was not disturbed by them.
The knights ran quite fast with their children and wounded. The three of Amelia sat in a carriage and chased after them until night without seeing anyone.
The sky was so dark that they couldn't see the way ahead, and the three of them also needed to rest after a day of ups and downs. They happened to come across a sparse jungle, so they decided to rest here for the night.
"Here, try to eat some."
Debra picked a lot of fruit from nowhere and shared some with Amelia.
The fruit is so bright and dripping with watery dewdrops, each one is the size of a palm, just looking at it makes people drool.
Amelia didn't refuse, took one and casually took a bite.
With a sound of "click", the white flesh squeezed into the girl's lips, and gradually swallowed through the throat, entered the esophagus, and melted into the body as the cheeks bulged and chewed.
Debra looked at her fixedly, as if waiting for something.
As time went by, Amelia's chewing movements became slower and slower, until finally her expression froze and she stood there in a daze.
A gust of wind carried the leaves along.
The slender girl seemed to be blown down by the wind, staggered a few steps, and barely stood still while holding on to the tree trunk.
She lowered her head halfway, her pale face under the cover of blond hair suddenly twisted—
Made a sour expression.
"Oh my god, it's so sour." Amelia squinted her eyes, her teeth were so sour that she could barely feel it, and said tearfully, "What kind of fruit is this! Why is it so sour!"
And it's not the type that is sour when you eat it. It's sweet at first, but the more you chew, the more sour, and the more you chew, the more sour. By the time you realize the sour taste, the pungent taste has penetrated into your mouth.
"Ah, I seem to have picked it wrong." Debra said casually, and said hypocritically in a very false tone: "I'm sorry, Amelia, it's my fault, I didn't see it clearly, don't blame me ah."
Pooh! Obviously it was intentional, so why pretend!
Amelia was so sore, she still insisted on opening her eyes and staring at her.
The aftertaste of the bonfire is reflected on the watery almond eyes, the curled eyelashes are full of tears, looking innocent and naive, like a soft creature that is not wary at all, willing to open its heart to anyone.
Why are there such people in the world
Debra was puzzled.
In the aristocratic education she received since she was a child, anyone can be used and abandoned as long as it is for profit, even the closest relatives, she can do it at critical moments.
So she got used to being vigilant, wearing a kind and friendly shell, but the inside was full of sharp thorns, like a hedgehog refusing anyone to get close.
She was used to doing such things, so she thought that everyone would do the same.
But the girl in front of her, her biggest enemy at the moment, who has targeted the framed person many times, actually trusts her
Debra wanted to laugh, she lowered her eyelids and clenched her right hand.
Amelia finally woke up from the overwhelming sourness, and looked with misty eyes, and saw a slender and tall figure walking into the forest.
"Get me some normal food and come back, don't make trouble again!" Amelia yelled at her with her hands in the shape of a trumpet.
The figure paused for a moment, didn't respond, didn't look back, and just left like that.
After leaving everyone's sight, Debra spread out her right hand, and a few unattractive, highly poisonous fruits lay in her palm.
The hard shell reflects the moonlight, flickering, as if mocking her soft-heartedness.
This is the last time to let her go. Debra thought, looking back at the faint bonfire in the distance.
Next time, she will definitely not be soft-hearted.
Amelia stood there for a while, then thoughtfully picked up a few sour fruits that had fallen on the ground, and secretly stuffed one into her pocket.
After stuffing it, she turned her head and met the witch's gaze: "Well... do you want to eat?"
The witch shook her head silently.
The surrounding forest was silent, only the sound of sparks crackling in the air, and the flames hovered silently in the airflow, lighting up the open space like fireflies.
Taking advantage of Debra's absence, Amelia leaned over, squatted next to the witch, and asked in a low voice, "Have you ever heard that among your dark spells, there is one that can make people lose their minds and go crazy?"
As she spoke, her eyes could not help but turn to the money bag hanging on her waist.
Since having this dark elf, her purse has never been able to hold money.
Through the thick fabric, Amelia couldn't see the elf's expression, but she figured with her toes that he must have put on a nonchalant look again, maybe even a sneering smile.
But those ears will quietly prick up, eavesdropping on the movement outside.
The elf's naturally keen five senses are often used by him to do this kind of thing, eavesdropping everywhere.
Amelia slandered quietly, but she couldn't help but focus on the elf's long ears, and Amelia couldn't help but start to savor the wonderful touch.
Don't look at Alfonso's dark skin, in fact, the skin is very good, especially the pointed ears, which are tender and thin to the touch, and will give birth to a blush when touched, trembling in the palm of his hand, like the coldness of jade, and like a pearl The tenderness.
Feel great!
It's a pity that the elves wouldn't let it touch it, so she only touched it a few times during the sudden attack.
Amelia was still thinking about it, but the witch seemed to have finished thinking, and said hoarsely: "There are many, countless."
"A lot?" Amelia recalled what the necromancer said, hesitated for a while, and asked tentatively: "Did something happen after you left that day? Why do I feel that you, um, are not quite right."
Not quite right is obviously a euphemism.
The witch was more like crazy that day.
The witch drooped her eyelids, and the layers of folds became deeper and deeper under the light and shadow. She seemed to be less than thirty years old, but her appearance seemed to be very old. She had been tortured by many years, and she was withered and rotten with the unique characteristics of old people. taste.
She didn't speak for a long time.
Amelia thought she had hit her sore spot, and was about to change the subject when she heard her voice lowered deliberately.
It seemed that she was afraid of being retaliated by some extremely powerful person. Even if no one was around, the witch was too frightened to speak out about it, wishing to forget it forever.
If it hadn't been for Amelia's kindness to her, the witch would not have said it.
I only heard the witch hoarse: "I met... a demon that day."
"Demon?" Amelia repeated the word, not quite understanding what she meant.
On this continent, both demons and angels existed, but that was a long time ago, when there were many gods. Nowadays, few people even know these two words, and the gods have not reappeared for a long time.
Even the holy scriptures held once every thousand years by the Light God Sect, the Light God only descended intentionally.
The gods seem to be gradually withdrawing from the human world.
The muscles on both sides of the witch's cheeks twitched slowly, shaking uncontrollably, and the sound of teeth clinking was clearly audible: "In the forest, when I was passing by, the devil caught me, he threatened me, and took away my sanity and soul, trying to use my body to take the lives of others."
Amelia took notes as she listened: "What does he look like?"
"Black skin, long white hair, and golden knife wounds all over that evil face, as if the mark of being beheaded many times, deeply engraved on his body..."
Amelia skillfully ignores those strange descriptions, discards the dross, takes the essence, and succinctly depicts a person's image.
But the more she listened, the more she felt that this person looked familiar.
Just in case, she reconfirmed: "Is the devil a male?"
The witch closed her eyes: "The devil has no gender. The body is just a disguise for him to walk on the earth. Don't be deceived by his illusion, so that you will fall into his trap and lose your soul..."
OK, it's male.
Amelia came to a conclusion skillfully again.
She closed the notebook, stood up, and showed a kind smile to the witch who was looking over.
"Sorry, I have something to do, can you wait here for a while? I'll be back soon."