Half Elf Ranger

Chapter 222 Destruction
The underground space of the tower.

The damp, cold underground cave, except for the invisible pressure of the rushing underground river in the distance, is quiet all around, only the sound of two footsteps stepping on the gravel, moving forward silently .

The tall body of Peo, the dragon-born paladin, is like a magical lighting lamp with a constant light spell. He walks in the forefront, embellishing the dark space with a layer of bright light.

Thorn, who was a step behind, was blessed with the "Desert Fire" specialty, and his body was shining with light orange flames, which dispelled all the cold air surrounding him, and saved him from the threat of cold.

At the same time, the "protection against evil" aura of the ring of the paladin danced with the looming sacred light, dispelling the oppressive and suffocating negative energy for him.

The two walked for a while without saying a word, and came to the altar.

"It's the statue of the undead king Otis. This is indeed a secret temple of an evil god." Peo, a dragon-born paladin, stopped and looked at the altar and said in a deep voice.

"That's not necessarily true." Thorne took a step forward, shook his head and said, "In my opinion, the undead creatures in this underground space are more like a dozen coffins guarding the platform."

After Thorn finished speaking, he turned around and turned his gaze to the stone platform and continued: "As for this statue of Otis, it looks more like the undead creatures who have wisdom, driven by instinctive consciousness, spontaneously build it, and then use it to Worshipers of the Immortal King.

After all, you also felt it in the battle just now. None of the ghosts or Lich successfully advanced to become the priest of Odyssey, otherwise the two of us would not have easily cleaned up the undead creatures in the entire underground cave. This shows that the undead king is not There was no response from the believers who worshiped him. "

After listening to Thorne's analysis, the paladin Peo took out the silver holy emblem, and guided a ray of holy light to cover the statue of Otis. When the light touched the statue of the demon, it suddenly disappeared, so the holy The samurai closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, then opened his eyes and said slowly:

"I feel the power of demons on this sculpture. I think the undead king Otis should have answered the prayers of the believers, but the strength of those believers is too weak to advance so quickly.

Undead creatures are originally a group of undead with almost eternal life. They don't need air, food, and sleep. If their learning ability is as fast as ours, I'm afraid the entire main material world has long been turned into what Otis desires. like that. "

"In this way, the time for this space to be established should be very short. Judging by the number and strength of undead creatures, it will take at most a hundred years." Thorn nodded, then turned and walked to the sculpture, enduring the disgusting The pungent smell carefully looked at every outline of the statue.

"Even if justice comes slowly, it is inevitable to destroy evil. As a paladin of the god of justice, all evil must be punished!" Pao's expression showed a trace of solemnity, and then he raised the weapon in his hand, ready to destroy the body. front sculpture.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Thorn's two brows hidden in the hood raised slightly, because when he stroked the rough outline of the sculpture, he noticed the slight trembling of the Demon Slaying Sword in his hand, as if he was longing for something.

At the same time, the demon mark in the palm of his left hand also became a little hot. Although this feeling was very light, he was still aware of it.

"Wait a minute!" Thorn immediately yelled at the paladin who was about to destroy the sculpture, noticing the doubts on the other's rough face covered with fine scales, and said in a deep voice, "Let me do it!"

"Destroying the statue of the demon monarch can easily attract the attention of Otis from the bottomless abyss. I am a paladin of the God of Justice. I have the protection of powerful divine power. Naturally, I am not afraid, but you are different. Your temporary Impulse, it is very likely to attract crazy revenge from the followers of Otis, Mr. Ranger." The paladin Peo looked serious, and warned the ranger with a serious face.

"Otis is too busy." Thorne pouted, not listening to the other party's advice. How could a demon monarch choose crazy revenge because of an inconspicuous mortal? What the paladin said was just such a thing Possibly, but very unlikely.

"May the God of Justice protect you, brave Mr. Ranger." Seeing that the persuasion was fruitless, the paladin Peo stuck the silver holy emblem to his chest, bowed and saluted Thorne respectfully.

"boom!"

In the dark underground space, a sharp blade exuding a scorching aura flashed a pale orange light, tearing through the cold air, and splitting towards the Otis sculpture on the bloody altar.

"Boom!"

Under the sharp blade of the fat undead king sculpture, a scratch appeared on the neck of the goat's head, and then fell in response to the sound, falling on the rocky ground, torn apart.

"There's a joke!" Thorne noticed the change of the demon mark in his palm, and a look of joy floated across his face, then he swung his sword blade, and slashed at the ugly demon sculpture continuously.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The whistling sword blade emitted a piercing sound, and under the cover of the dense sword light, the ugly demon sculpture turned into a pile of stones in a short time, mixed with the gravel-covered ground, and seemed to be standing still, which made people very uncomfortable. It is hard to imagine that this was once a sculpture of one of the strongest demon lords from the bottomless abyss, the undead king Otis.

"Ding!"

Gain demon power: 50 points!
Gain demon power: 50 points!
Gain demon power: 50 points!
Gain demon power: 50 points!
……

The moment Otis' sculpture turned into a pile of rubble, a series of six system prompts appeared in Thorne's retina as light blue data.

"I actually got 300 points of demon power at one time. It seems that this is the fastest way to increase the level of demons." Thorne resisted the pain as if he was holding a red-hot Luotie in his left hand, but several times flashed in his heart. Shocked and delighted.

An inconspicuous sculpture of Otis can give him so much demon power, so if he destroys the temple of the demon lord King of the Gnolls in the Great Sword Scar Mountains, wouldn't he gain more?

Immediately, Thorn seemed to have found a way to quickly improve this ability in the future, and then, the burning pain in his palm intensified again, so he didn't dare to be distracted, and quickly sat cross-legged on the ground, and activated the martial arts of the Steel Soul School to resist.

"Friend ranger, are you alright?" Paladin Peo noticed Thorne's abnormality, frowned wildly, and said, "I feel the breath from the abyss on you, but what you exude is A blue aura of goodness."

Three camps: good, neutral, and evil. In the eyes of paladins, they can see many things that others cannot see. For example, the aura emitted by people in the good camp ranges from light blue to dark blue. It is light white to pure white, while those of the evil alignment are light red to dark red.

However, for the ranger in front of him, he could clearly feel the chaos and evil emanating from the opponent's body that belonged to the bottomless abyss, but the opponent's camp belonged to the good camp.

Just like that, the paladin Peo tightly held the long sword exuding divine radiance in his hand, and watched the half-elf ranger vigilantly with his eyes vigilantly suppressing the pain.

About five or six minutes later, the half-elf ranger's distorted facial expression returned to calm.

"Good and evil are not judged by the power you have." Thorne took a deep breath, patted the paladin's broad shoulders with a smile, and said: "I always maintain my own ideas in my heart, so what I do The power to control will naturally follow my heart, that's all, paladin of the God of Justice."

After Thorne finished speaking, he calmed down the chaotic atmosphere, and showed the ring of the paladin in his hand in front of the paladin: "You should be very clear about the aura emitted by this ring."

"It's the unique breath of Irmat, the God of Suffering." The paladin Peo looked at the other party in surprise, bowed slightly to Thorne's ring, and saluted respectfully.

Afterwards, paladin Peo no longer struggled too much with this issue. Not all people in the evil camp must be evil, and not all people in the good camp will remain good. He is quite clear about these things, otherwise He had already chosen to do it.

It's just a little shocking that this ranger player can keep his will from being assimilated by evil invasion while mastering the power of demons, which shows how strong the opponent's willpower is.

Then the paladin Peo subconsciously focused his eyes on the expression on the ranger's face hidden in the hood, suddenly he was taken aback, and said involuntarily: "Why do I have a feeling that you seem to have become more handsome.

(End of this chapter)