Above the Seven Towers

Ralph stood on a main road in the slave camp, and nearly a hundred slaves had gathered behind him. Because of his strong force, many people want to follow him. Farther away, more and more slaves gathered.

"Almost enough people. We have to hurry up and rush out of the camp." Ralph said to several people around him. Most of these people have some grudges or some strong blood, which is regarded as the leader of this team.

The crowd nodded one after another. But at this time, an ordinary middle-aged man pointed to a camp on the side and said, "Boss. I heard that the Oaks family has a treasure trove in the ground. Everyone knows that the slave trader Riox's is the biggest one We will move for him and go. "

Suddenly, several people laughed and echoed. These people have already killed their red eyes, and I don't know how many guards have been hacked to death, and now no one is afraid. They have all just tasted the sweetness of robbery. Now that they have n’t been to the richest man, they ca n’t help but move.

Ralph was still hesitating, and the man said again: "We ran out of the camp and we had to have money to escape. Now the situation in the village is so chaotic, we will go soon. Someone will go. We must hurry."

"Go, go, go." Many people started to coax. After all, it was a crowd of people, and Ralph knew that if he did not follow the "public opinion" at this time, the team would be dispersed. When the team is gone, where cannon fodder hit the level? So he also determined to say: "Go! Go and move him upside down!"

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"No!" Elena rushed to Allen in a panic. However, as a Yulu priest, what she is good at is mainly blessing and healing, and the power she can exert in battle is very limited.

So, in front of Sol, who was grumpy, she was too slow.

The heavy sword fell mercilessly on Allen's neck. Allen was too late to respond, and was cut off his head, blood spewed out, staining half of the wall.

Elena screamed and rushed towards the head, ignoring the blood staining her shirt and holding it up.

"God of nature! The great **** of nature!" Her prayers were like shouting and exhausting. Countless little blue healing powers emerged from her body, quickly passed through her hands and rushed to Allen's head.

Allen's eyes were closed, but the light spots awakened him again from the eternal sleep.

He opened his eyes.

"Elena ..."

He couldn't make a sound at all, but she looked at his lips as if she could still hear his words.

"Allen. Me, I can't save you ..."

"You're about to cry." He was somewhat relieved in his expression, "... please ..."

Elena nodded tearfully.

"Kiss me ..." He grinned, his smile pale and bloodless.

Elena stared at his head. For more than a month, she had experienced more things here than in the past hundred years. The person in front of her gave her the most complicated and incomprehensible emotion. Is there hate? Is there love? She never dared to ask herself such a question. However, at this time, facing the light of life that is about to dissipate. She was driven by invisible power, and she trembled tremblingly in the blankness of her mind.

Lips gently pressed against his lips, no temperature.

Only then did she seem to recover, and her eyes widened in surprise.

Tears shed and separated the lips of the two.

"Don't cry, your tears ... will choke me."

Elena saw his eyes closed like she was dozing off, but he kept closing, but he was like a child who didn't want to sleep, and his eyelids were raised again and again.

"You are the first and the last ... I like the woman ... this ... very good ..." Speaking of which, the healing power could not sustain Allen's life, he finally slept again.

She put his head at the position where her neck was disconnected and sat quietly on her knees, letting her tears drip onto her clothes and dissolved with blood.

The mercenaries were silent, and the stone path was silent.

"Miss Sariel? I ..." Saul carried the **** sword, somewhat at a loss.

"The sinner's tears are also salty." Sally closed her eyes and said softly.

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"Okay, let go."

"The stairs are dark, I'm afraid you are falling."

Luo Ling glanced at the bright torches in the hands of the soldiers before and after, and flung Xiao Chen's hand mercilessly. The latter whispered slightly: "The tunnel is very dark and infiltrating very well. Holding hands, I feel at ease."

"Aren't you always very brave, afraid of black?"

"I'm really timid. I used to pretend." Xiao Chen cheeked.

auzw.com "Roger, your master is afraid of black, come over and hold his hand."

Hey chuckles sounded around him, Roger looked at them with some helplessness, and couldn't help laughing. These two really don't have a magician's shelf, but it's not bad to do things under such a master. This is no, the team's original tight atmosphere suddenly relaxed a lot.

Xiao Chen helped his forehead. "My elder lady, you are not afraid of losing face. You are listening to me and laughing at me. This tells me how to control these guys in the future."

"It's okay, I have to lose face. Do you think I will be worse than you?"

"Okay, you are ruthless."

The underground walkway was not long, and the room was quickly collapsed. Cohen found a key and opened the door.

The room is not big, because there are a lot of lighting and dry runes, so there is no sense of gloomy and damp. Four rows of shelves are placed against the wall, and various types of weapon armor are available. In the middle of the room is a set of tables and chairs, apparently sitting for the owner to taste and collect.

"Good goods, some are still the work of the dwarf craftsmen." Roger picked up a mace in his hand and gave it a hand.

"However, the practicality is limited." Xiao Chen walked around and found that there are many weapons with weird styles, exquisite patterns, and exquisite workmanship, but because of the strange design, they are not suitable for fighting. For example, an axe was fitted with a bowstring and turned into a long-range melee dual-use weapon, but obviously, it is not easy to use it.

"Look at this." Luo Ling held out a beautiful long wooden box from the middle of a shelf. This wooden box is extraordinary at first glance. The wood has a fine texture and a heavy hand. The corners are inlaid with gold and various gemstones.

Luo Ling put the wooden box on the table and found the box with a lock. She looked at Cohen. Cohen shook his head: "I haven't seen this collection, I don't know where the key is. If you want to open it, why not open the box."

"If it's not a weapon inside, it's a pity if you can't use it for a while and break this box."

Xiao Chen walked to the box, put his hand on the lid, and after a few breaths, he said: "It's a sword, we use it, Roger, open the box."

"Your mental strength can penetrate this box?" Luo Ling asked.

"Hey, look down on me? My mental strength can already perceive the shape of foreign objects, and Morey told me that this is the beginning of the divine moment." Then, Xiao Chen smiled and looked at Luo Ling's body.

Luo Ling's face is angry.

Xiao Chen hurriedly explained: "But! However, my mental strength is still a bit chaotic, and I am sure to explore the shape that is too specific."

"I can't get my head clear, or I'm not crooked. Otherwise, I have a way to clean up you." Luo Ling said fiercely.

"Guarantee, warrant!" Xiao Chen said with his mouth, he couldn't help but express his thoughts to Luo Ling, but what surprised him was that Luo Ling's figure was like a round cicada pupa in the scan of Shennian. , Can't tell the more detailed shape.

"What are you doing ?!" Luo Ling shouted.

"Ah, it's nothing, Roger, so surprised to see what I do?" Xiao Chen immediately began to open the subject.

"Uh ... oh ..., that, I think you are so young, you have reached the realm of God's mind? Really amazing! Ha ha." Roger said.

"It just touched the threshold, but is this strange?" Xiao Chen made an excited look and leaned in, "Shen Nianji is just the second state after the initial realization of the consciousness. Cultivating fighting spirit." The first three realms of the warrior were born of grudges, grudges and grudges. Both you and Kalanda have almost reached the third realm and become a high-level warrior? Compared with you, I am not far What. "

"It's very different. The practice of magic is more than a hundred times harder than grudge. Otherwise, why are warriors common and magicians so scarce? Many magicians with insufficient potential have even become magic knights and demon archers."

"I have seen several magic knights." Luo Ling let Xiao Chen pass.

"They basically stop at the level of Divinity and Transit in the magical realm, and most of them can only use some less powerful magic to assist in the battle. But the magician who has reached Divinity and Transit has really been on the path of magic. .As the mind is strengthened, the same magic will become more and more powerful. "

"You know these things very well." Luo Ling said.

"My family has some magical heritage, but when I came to me, he didn't have the talent to become a mage," Roger said.

"If we have a chance, we need to have a good chat, but let's open the box now." Xiao Chen ordered.

With an axe in his hand, Roger Lisha chopped off the lock of the box. The box opened, and inside it was a long sword with a sheath. The sheath and the handle were dark purple, and the end of the handle was set with a diamond-shaped light blue spar. Xiao Chen picked up the long sword and pumped hard, and saw that the lilac blade came out of the sheath with a light chant.

"Good sword." As Xiao Chen infused his spiritual power, a crackling electric light flashed around the long sword. This is an enchanted long sword comparable to the flame short sword 'Spark'.

"This is an elven-style long sword. The blade is narrower and longer than the Imperial long sword, and the blade is smaller. The storm spar on the hilt will increase the wind or electric grudge effect. Use mental power Or the spirit of aura can trigger the spar, which can release the power of wind and thunder, which can increase the speed of action. The power of thunder can trigger lightning attacks. It is a very amazing attribute. It is very similar to the sword left by a certain elf storm high priest. Ah, here is the inscription, the name of the sword is 'Thunder Mark'. "Luo Jie tasted.

"This is also the knowledge passed down by the family?" Luo Ling asked.

Roger nodded with a smile.

"It seems that your family is not simple."

Xiao Chen stabbed the Lightning Sword lightly on a pair of breastplates, and his thoughts moved. The flashing electric light was immediately covered with a whole pair of armor. If this armor was worn on a person, it would be very miserable. He put his sword into his sheath and said to Roger: "Your grudge is of the Thunderbolt attribute? This sword is yours."

"Master, this sword is too expensive. It can be used as a treasure of the town clan in the home of an earl. You should keep it yourself. There are a few good enchanting weapons here. I can just pick one and use it."

Xiao Chen shook his head with a smile and said, "Red powder gives beautiful women, and swords give heroes. This is yours. Use its power to open up a path for us."