How to punish a disobedient dark elf
The first step, open the purse.
The second step is to show a fake smile, flatter him, praise him, coax him to put down his guard, and fly out condescendingly with his little wings.
The third step is to give him the disguised sour fruit, pretending that it is his dinner.
Then, you can harvest a little elf that is staggered by acid.
"Let you not say anything." Amelia ruthlessly put her hands on her hips, calmly watching the elf's flight path become distorted, like a moth with its wings scalded, slowly falling to the ground.
With a bang, the little elf turned into a big elf.
"What are you doing!" Alfonso's eyebrows twitched, and the increasingly irritating taste in his mouth made his face darken, and his brows were full of anger.
"Didn't you just listen?" Amelia made a fake startled expression, "That black-skinned, white-haired 'demon' with golden knife patterns on his face...couldn't it be you?"
It's him.
Although he was reprimanded face to face, Alfonso's expression was not unnatural at all. He raised his eyebrows, and his facial features, which were like cold blades, felt even colder, and they looked sharp and cold under the moonlight.
"So what if it's me?" The corner of the elf's lips curled slightly, and he smiled sinisterly and mockingly: "Do you want to avenge her?"
This is the Taoist proposition.
If the answer is not good, someone will lose their temper.
Amelia didn't think for a long time, she replied without hesitation: "Of course not."
Alfonso: "Oh? Why?"
"Because you are more important to me than her." Amelia said frankly, "I'm not a good person. Most of the time, I help my relatives."
relative
Alfonso was stunned for a moment, showing a rare look of surprise, as if he didn't understand how the woman who had always been tit-for-tat suddenly became so frank, and looked at her fixedly with blood-red eyes.
Those eyes seem to contain the dirtiest things in the world, blood, cruelty, killing, tyranny... When a person sees them, he will be reminded of the most terrifying things in all his memories.
But Amelia always thinks it looks good, like ruby, or the best kind, with restrained brilliance, as bright as cold jade.
If she has such a gemstone, she must inlay it into a crown, wear it on her hair, and take good care of it every day.
Never let it crumble easily.
Unfortunately, she is poor.
Although she could afford such a precious gemstone, she didn't have enough effort to raise it and love it. Even if it falls into her hands, it's a pity that the pearl will become dusty.
Amelia was suddenly awakened by her own poverty, she naturally withdrew her glued gaze, and the vague atmosphere floating in the air was broken, like a balloon that had been punctured, and disappeared with a swipe of the ground.
The two straight men and straight women felt that something was wrong. When they looked at him just now, they felt strange, a little hot and a little itchy.
But what's wrong
Can not remember.
Forget it, then don't want to.
Amelia unfolded the purse and waved at the elf: "Come in, we've been walking for too long, they should come here."
Seeing her posture like chasing a puppy, Alfonso frowned in disgust, but he didn't say anything after all because of the approaching footsteps in the distance. inside.
heavy.
Amelia weighed it, hung it back on her waist, and turned around to meet Debra who was looking for her with a wand.
"What's the matter, you haven't come back after being out for so long." Debra's expression was tense, and her fingers holding the wand were tense. It was obvious that the attack by the necromancer made her nervous, and she felt like someone was attacking everything she looked at.
"It's convenient." Amelia rubbed her shriveled stomach and smiled flatteringly at Debra: "Food, hungry."
Debra rolled her eyes silently.
She turned around, and the corners of her skirt embroidered with gold patterns on a white background brushed over the messy weeds. She walked quickly and anxiously: "I caught a small animal and roasted it. It should be roasted by now, come out and eat."
Amelia cheered and followed Debra out of the jungle.
After sleeping in the open air for several days, the three of them finally reached the end of their trail before their patience ran out.
In front of him was the nearest city within a radius of a hundred miles. It was small in scale and had thousands of residents. It was also guarded by a bishop of the Sect of Light.
Rita and his party came here to ask for help.
There were soldiers guarding the gate of the city, and the civilians who entered the city lined up obediently. The ground was muddy, full of feces left by livestock and muddy water from rainy nights.
The whole body was intact, not only was it not poisoned, but Amelia, who was even a little fat, opened the curtain and looked: "Finally arrived in the city, I haven't eaten or slept well for the past few days, but I'm exhausted. "
Debra simply closed her eyes, she couldn't see anything.
They showed their identity certificates to the soldiers guarding the gate, entered the city gate in a carriage, and walked all the way, when they passed by a place that looked like a square, they suddenly heard a loud noise.
It seems that many people are shouting the same slogan.
It took Amelia a long time to realize that it was 'burn her'.
Everyone in the carriage looked at each other, feeling ominous. The closer the carriage got, the louder the shouts became. Hundreds of people shouted a single voice at the same time. The crowd was furious and danced. The scene was quite shocking.
In the crowd, there were two fire frames high up, and two girls were tied to the top, one with red hair fluttering like a red flag in the air, the other with black hair and black eyes, with gloomy eyebrows and drooping eyes. head on.
It's the two girls.
The flames were already burning from the bottom, and the choking smoke was crackling, gradually covering the faces of the girls.
Only a hoarse cry wafted through the air: "I'm not a witch!!!!"
The voice was shrill, like the crow's last whimper before death.
The crowd roared, laughing and laughing around the blazing fire, praying with the witch's life for a good harvest and good health in the coming year.
The square was full of joy, and the firewood gradually burned out, leaving behind a dark slag.
In the eyes of the people, these debris are the remains of witches, and they should be thrown into the water conservancy and washed away directly to wash away their filth.
"It's just a bunch of fools." Debra snorted coldly. She was a little upset that these civilians didn't pray to the God of Light.
What do you gain by burning a witch? You might as well pray to my God.
snort.
The two girls who were supposed to be buried in the flames stood beside them at this moment, looking dazed, as if they hadn't recovered from the desperate situation.
"Yes, it's you." The red-haired girl raised her head in a daze, and couldn't help but take a few steps forward, grabbing Amelia's sleeve: "Are you here to save me?"
Her voice changed from dry to choked, and gradually broke down and cried. She didn't dare to lie on Amelia's body, but just stood there, covering her face with sobs, tears pouring down.
"Okay, stop crying." Amelia had a headache, found a handkerchief and handed it to her, telling her to wipe away her tears.
Debra looked upset and asked directly, "Where's Rita?"
The red-haired girl was so absorbed in crying that she couldn't find the strength to answer the question. The brunette girl answered for her: "In church."
So the group rushed to the church again, and they ran into Rita who was about to go out at the door. They cried bitterly again, and Amelia was almost surrounded by tears.
Rita was terrified, hugged the girl's waist tightly, choked up and said, "It's great that you're still alive, I thought you were dead."
Her strength was so great that it hurt Amelia's back, and she squeezed the money bag on the farthest edge between her bodies.
The purse hanging on his waist made a puff.
deflated.
Amelia was shocked.
What about elves
Perhaps because she was entertained by her surprised expression, a cold chuckle suddenly came from her ear.
Amelia turned her face slightly, and saw a faint red light beside her ear from the mirror beside her.
still there. Amelia breathed a sigh of relief at first, and then became angry belatedly: When did you run out! I don't even look at where this is, the church, what if someone finds out.
Due to being hugged tightly, she couldn't free her hand to clean him up, so she could only wink at the mirror, trying to get him to come back quickly.
The voice laughed again: "No."
I don't know where the elf is standing, the voice seems to be ringing in the ear, low, numb, with the pleasure/feeling of electric current sliding, making people tremble all the way up the spine.
Amelia blackface.
There was inexplicable panic in the black face.
She couldn't stand that feeling, and quickly broke away from Rita's arms, and hurried inside on the pretext of doing a god-asking ceremony.
Then secretly found a mirror.
Get serious, catch mosquitos.
It's really like a mosquito, it keeps mumbling around her ears, as if it likes to see the reaction of her retracting its ears, and it's addictive to play.
But she couldn't catch it no matter what, she was so angry that she jumped.
The elf smiled triumphantly.
"You wait for me." Amelia gritted her teeth. Seeing that other people kept urging her, she had no choice but to maintain this state and enter the prayer room, preparing for the ceremony of asking the gods.
The so-called god-asking ceremony is actually just another name for an appraisal spell, but it costs a lot. Few people are willing to cast spells for common people, and only nobles can afford it.
The red-haired girl was so moved that her tears welled up, and she even calmed down a lot from her nervousness. She kept secretly looking at the girl standing in front of her, her eyes full of admiration and gratitude.
Rita pouted.
It was almost, if Amelia came a little later, the two witches were burned to death, the bet was void, and Debra would be disappointed if she couldn't get the chief position.
Rita just loves watching Debra suffer.
As for whether the girl is innocent? She doesn't care at all.
No one was more important than keeping Amelia's top job.
Amidst the expectations and gazes of the people with different expressions, the ceremony of asking the gods went smoothly. The red-haired girl who was tested first had white to glowing circles under her feet, which proved that she was pure and flawless, not a witch.
Rita had a triumphant smile on her lips.
The atmosphere in the room relaxed.
The second person to be tested was a black-haired girl who had been silent all along. She also escaped from the torture chamber. She was accompanied by the red-haired girl along the way. The two supported each other and went through many difficulties and obstacles.
The black-haired girl stood in the center of the circle.
The magic circle is activated, and the light flashes—
A black and red halo appeared around the girl.
The color was extremely black and red to the extreme. Under the reflection of the circle, the black-haired girl who was originally just a little gloomy had an evil light on her side face.
"Bella?! What about you??" The red-haired girl cried out.
The black-haired girl named Bella slowly smiled.
A flipping black book suddenly appeared in her hands. The pages were flipping extremely fast, as if they would never be turned endlessly, attracting everyone's attention.
In a casual glance, Amelia inadvertently saw three strange characters.
It's been a long time since I saw these three words, and Amelia thought about it seriously until she glanced at the purse and remembered the elf's black skin, and she suddenly remembered what these three words represented.
dark god