It was getting late.
The blond girl in the layers of bed curtains gradually fell asleep, and the dim moonlight sprinkled on the floor through the window frame.
The room was silent.
squeak—
The basement door handle turned silently.
The door was pushed open heavily, and the elf came out from the darkness, looking around indifferently.
His slender and strong fingers naturally fell to his side, and there was still some dark magic fluorescence lingering around his fingertips.
Before Amelia knew it, the dark elf's magic power had been restored long ago, and he pretended to be weak, dormant until now.
"snort."
The elf's thin lips curled up in a sneering arc, and his bloody eyes full of hostility turned to the sleeping girl in layers of white gauze.
"Disgusting woman, I will kill you now."
In the shadow under his feet, there are dirty black tentacles ready to move, slowly crawling forward along the ground.
There was a sizzling and smoky burning sound wherever it passed, and the indestructible magic gold floor was corroded into black potholes.
The tentacles crawled extremely fast, and crawled into the bed curtain in an instant, dripping dirty mucus, looking down at Amelia from a height, spitting snake letters coldly like a snake, as if she was about to kill her in the next second Swallowed into the stomach.
'Kill her. '
The elf whispered, he stretched out his slender and strong arms, and pointed his five fingers at the bed curtain, slowly clenching his fists as if the woman was right in front of him.
The tentacle opened its mouth full of fangs, and bit the girl viciously—
A white light suddenly flashed in front of the elf's eyes.
Just as the fingers were about to close together, a piece of snow-white bandage slipped from the wrist and fell into the elf's sight from top to bottom.
It was the woman who changed the bandage for him.
Since I brought him back, I have re-bandaged his wound and applied medicine for his wounds every day. Even if my temper is particularly violent today, I changed his medicine angrily.
The elf's fingers stopped abruptly.
He stood there for a long time, his eyes flickering, as if he was engaged in a fierce psychological struggle.
After a long time, the tentacles hesitated and poked forward.
The blond girl suddenly mumbled a dream, turned over, and frightened her tentacles back, like a ferocious but timid little animal, who obviously didn't make up her mind, but still pretended to bark her teeth fiercely. ferocious look.
The elf gritted his teeth hard.
What are you hesitating about, kill her!
Even if she saved you and helped you heal your injuries, she is a member of the Light God Sect.
Anyone with anything to do with the light is damned, no exceptions!
The elf's face was extremely cold, his fists were clenched tightly, and his eyes were dim.
He paused for a while, and finally retracted his tentacles indignantly, turned and walked out of the palace.
For the time being, I will let you live for a while, and I will definitely kill you next time!
The deserted street was cold and silent at night, only a few magic candles flickered in mid-air, and a group of night patrolling knights was passing by here.
A knight quietly yawned under the cover of his helmet.
What a pity that it was his night patrol again. The knight, who hadn't slept well for two days, complained in his heart, and lazily shuffled along with the team.
He didn't see, just in front of his eyes, there were a few strands of silver hair floating by.
The hair blown by the wind was like a soft cloth, skimming over the knight's cold armor, and then followed his master and dragged him out of the area.
The dark elf hid in the darkness, his soles stepped on the ground, passing the knights.
The temple trees at night are full of shadows, and the dark elves walk in the shadows, as if they are one with the darkness, and like the king who dominates the darkness, letting all filth surround him, admiring him, but fearing him.
The elf suddenly remembered the woman's distraught face when she found out that he had run away, and snorted.
"Stop! Who is it? What is it?"
A bishop who was sleeping late just happened to pass by, squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the absent-minded dark elf, and sneered, "Dark elf? How dare you sneak into the church."
The bishop held a contemptuous attitude and didn't even hold the wand. He casually condensed a touch of soft radiance, drawing a few cold lights like an open fishing net, and rushed towards the dark elf.
"It happens that there is a newly learned magic that needs to be tested, and it falls into my hands. You are unlucky."
The bishop's smile was full of blood, and he watched the elf die with cold eyes. He didn't pay attention to the dark elves at all. He had killed countless such weak creatures in the dungeons and laboratories.
In the dark night, this light is particularly dazzling.
The elf who had been indifferently and arrogantly raised his eyelids and glanced at him, frowning in boredom.
Dirty and annoying offal.
The darkness spread silently, bubbling like a boiling swamp.
At the moment when the brilliance exploded, ferocious tentacles suddenly jumped out from the shadows, opening a ferocious mouth full of scarlet mucus.
The bishop opened his eyes wide in horror, and before he could escape, he was swallowed whole.
hiccup~~
The tentacle hiccupped contentedly, swayed its body and slowly crawled back to the shadow.
"Spit it out, and swallow everything into your stomach." The dark elf frowned in disgust, and kicked out the aggrieved tentacles.
Reluctantly, the tentacle twisted a few times. Seeing that the elf was determined, he opened his mouth and spit out half of the digested pitted bishop.
"What are you doing?"
The tentacles got stuck in fright, hid the corpse under him in a panic, and returned to the darkness in a hurry.
Amelia was wearing pajamas, holding the crescent scimitar in one hand, and brushing away the willow branches with the other, frowning at the tense dark elf.
"Who told you to run out, didn't I tell you? You can't come out casually."
Like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, the dark elf suddenly erected all the thorns all over his body, and retorted sharply, "You want to keep me imprisoned in the basement forever?"
"When did I say I was going to imprison you." Amelia frowned. "Isn't the door always open and unlocked? As long as you don't go out, you can't let others see it."
"What's the difference between that and imprisonment." The elf sneered.
Amelia was taken aback.
She really didn't think about it. The elf lost his memory and didn't know anything, so he was locked in the house and was not allowed to go out. In his opinion, it was indeed no different from being imprisoned.
Even though Amelia was doing it for his own good, she couldn't deny the fact that she had been thinking about herself and the innocent people all along, and hadn't considered the elf's feelings.
She was a little guilty, coughed, and said dryly, "It's just to protect your safety. The church is heavily guarded. You can't go out like this. I'll send you out when I have a chance, okay?"
In Amelia's eyes, the dark elf standing alone in front of her was dressed in tattered clothes with blood stains, barefoot, and her tall and thin figure looked so thin and pitiful in contrast to the huge church. .
Like a small cub covered in scars, no matter how sharp its fangs are, it cannot escape from the patrol and pursuit of the Cavaliers.
Wait a little longer, and when the news from the inspection team arrives and it is confirmed that he is not the murderer, then send him back to the border. Amelia thought with some guilt.
The dark elf keenly grasped the pity, his eyes narrowed, and he paused every word: "Do you think I'm weak?"
The space around the two slowly vibrated with the pace of his speech.
The dark elf was really pissed off.
He let go of this disgusting woman with a noble hand, and now she actually thinks he is weak
Amelia quickly explained: "No, I didn't mean that. I was afraid that you would be caught."
The more she talked, the more angry the elf became. At this moment, she remembered that she was still a member of the Guangming God Cult, her eyes were scarlet, and she gritted her teeth fiercely: "Young dog of the Guangming old thief, I will kill you right now. "
For some reason, the elf didn't use the ferocious tentacles after all, but a thin light whip spread from the fingertips, and swung it fiercely at the girl with the momentum of piercing through the air.
Amelia was startled, she tapped her toes a few times to dodge, "Stop making trouble, the noise is so loud, what if someone else is attracted to you?"
The dark elf sneered mockingly, "Isn't this what you wished? Don't you want to hand me over to someone else?"
Amelia hesitated for a moment: "You... how do you know?"
The elf snorted coldly, but without answering, raised his hand and swung the light whip out again.
The whip looked thin, and its power was not small. It instantly punched a few cracks in the hard rock on the ground.
Speaking of this topic, Amelia became angry, her eyes sank, and her petite and weak face was full of indifference: "You are the only one in that alley, didn't you say that yourself? Who else do you have?"
The dark elf frowned, his long and narrow eyes were full of anger, and his attacks became more and more fierce. He didn't hold back his hands anymore: "I said it, I won't! Remember! Got it!"
The frequency and speed of his whipping became faster and faster, and Amelia gradually couldn't stand it anymore, and doubts arose in her heart.
The dark elf still had injuries and was unable to move, but he was already so severe, no worse than the archbishop in the church. From this point of view, he must have been a powerful figure in his heyday.
Maybe he has lived for many years, is cruel and merciless, and has countless blood stains on his hands.
Is it really just a coincidence that such a strong man appeared in an alley not far from the scene of the massacre with serious injuries
Amelia felt chills in her heart, and that bad guess became more and more real, and the more she thought about it, the more certain she became, almost imagining the dark elf laughing wantonly standing in the mountain of corpses and sea of blood.
That being the case. Her eyes sank, and she didn't intend to waste time with the elves here.
With a twist of her wrist, she tucked the scimitar into her waist, concentrating, and aroused the dark thread buried in the elf.
A wave of strange magic burst out, instantly spreading throughout the elf's entire body.
"Boom!"
The elf's movements suddenly froze, motionless, and fell face down.
Amelia breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, to be on the safe side, she left something on the dark elf when he was unconscious. Otherwise, if she fought seriously, she might not be able to beat the elf.
"Stop struggling, this is a God-Binding Curse that claims to trap even gods, it cannot be broken."
Amelia knelt down and said to the elf who was glaring at her fiercely.
The dark elf fell to the ground paralyzed all over, his eyes bleeding with hatred, and stabbed her tightly.
Amelia shrugged, and stopped wasting words to persuade him, and walked around the man, thinking about where to start to get him back.
At this time, out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a person walking at the end of the opposite road.
It seems that there are knights patrolling here.
Amelia was startled, and hurriedly dragged and hid the people in the bushes on both sides of the road, using magic to cover up the mess on the road.
Immediately after doing this, the knight embarked on this path.
"Chief Sir?"
The knight commander was taken aback by Amelia who was standing on the night road like a ghost in a white dress.
"It's me." Amelia patted the leaves of grass on the edge of her skirt awkwardly, "I can't sleep, come out and take a walk."
The knight commander nodded, lowered his eyes politely, avoiding the girl's snow-white and soft chest.
"You continue to patrol, don't worry about me." Amelia peeked at the bush where the elf was hidden, and prayed in her heart that this rebellious elf would not make any noise at this time.
"yes."
The knight commander stood up and walked past Amelia with a humble attitude. When he was about to walk out of this path, he remembered something again and said in a low voice:
"My lord, we have new clues about the massacre. On one of the corpses, a feather of an eagle was found, and traces of an eagle were detected in the wound. We guess it should be an eagle Warcraft-like beasts killed those civilians."
Amelia: ....? ? ?
Seeing that the girl hadn't moved, the knight commander saluted again and walked out of the area following the patrol route.
Amelia stood there in a daze for a moment.
After a while, she walked to the edge of the bush, showing the elf's scarlet eyes, and said humbly, "Boss, I was wrong."