Chronicle of the Elf Realm

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The shadow of the sword flickered, and Ramiel stabbed the samurai sword straight into the heart of Zou Jongren's back.

The fierceness of the sword and the arrogance of power reached their peak in an instant. If you want to break through Longquan Mihu Tetsu's automatic defense, then you have to use a unique move from the beginning to have a chance. Ramiel obviously understands this very well. .

There was a loud "bang", and Longquan Mihute flew out automatically, catching Ramil's falling samurai sword like lightning. Sparks were flying, and Longquan Mihoute emitted a dazzling light, as if he was also trying his best in anger. Full strength.

Ramil looked as expected, with a strange smile on his lips.

I only heard him say: "Let go"

Suddenly, thin ropes of water appeared out of thin air, tightly binding the fake samurai sword and the real Ryuuzen Yako Tetsu together, like brown candy, so sticky that they couldn't be shaken off at all.

Longquan Mihute shook up and down, but failed to break free from the sudden restraint.

Ramil snorted and said in a low voice: "No matter how powerful you are, it is still a weapon. How can it be compared with the wisdom of the goblin? Dead things can never become living things."

Longquan Mihute was still struggling. Taking this opportunity, Ramil used his free left hand. Small water thorns appeared around his hand, like a thorn, attacking Zou Jiaoren's back and heart.

It turns out that this is to lure the tiger away from the mountain.

Li Shan was able to adjust a weapon thanks to Ramiel's quick thinking, but only guys like him who can adapt to the situation at any time and at any time can truly become an excellent commander. His acceptance and adaptability It is undoubtedly the best weight for the army to win. So in a sense, it would not be humiliating for Zou Jiao people to lose.

While the situation on the Zou Jiao people's side was critical, things were not going well in the Holy Water Palace either.

In the Procristios Council Hall, a group of senators were tied up with magic ropes and thrown into the corner. Hermes VII was especially taken out and tied to a pillar of the council hall.

The ropes that bound the elders were specially made by the Fire Tribe's Weapon Pavilion. They inhibited the conversion of physical strength into magic power and suppressed the power of blood. Therefore, the elders can now be regarded as old men who have no power to tie a chicken. Everyone seemed to have aged several years at once.

Hallisan sat leisurely on the golden bench at the head of the long table of the council, with an arrogant and proud expression. He glanced at the group of sad senators. Their eyes were frightened and they did not dare to look at him. This intensified His satisfaction, Hailishante sneered in his heart, you are also as arrogant as you are today.

Hallisand was too lazy to look at these spineless old foxes, and instead stared at Hermes VII, his final target, who was tied to a pillar.

Herisand knew that although Ramil stabbed Hermes VII in the vital part, that blow alone was not enough to kill the once all-powerful elder. At most, it could only inflict serious injuries on him. But even if only Seriously injured, that's enough. On the contrary, Hillisant would be sorry if he died in vain.

If their arrogant elder could not grind away his claws, weaken his spirit, and let him knock out his teeth and swallow them mixed with blood, how could Highmountain be willing to do so?

Revenge and strong alcohol are an indispensable part of today's life. He also relies on revenge and strong alcohol to obtain the fun and pleasure of life.

Well, now is the beginning of the pleasure.

"Give me your sword."

Herisand ordered a nearby Guards soldier. The soldier's eyes were distracted, as if he were a soulless puppet. He obediently took off his sword and presented it with both hands respectfully.

Hallisant took the sword with one hand and flipped the golden bench to a forty-five-degree angle with the other. He slowly dragged the golden bench towards Hermes VII. The friction between the floor and the metal chair legs was like the tip of his heart. The elders of the water tribe present were tortured as if their flesh was being grabbed, and the golden bench was placed only one meter away from Hermes VII.

Hallisan glanced at Hermes VII, whose head was hanging down weakly and was still in a coma. He glanced at the golden bench again and raised his eyebrows. With his movement, the wrinkles on his forehead emerged. That He looks very peaceful, as if a normal person is thinking, but if you know the guy from Highmountain, you will know that once he shows this expression, it means a bad start.

I could only hear Mount Highlights muttering to himself in a low voice: "Tell me, elder, how could you not watch my coronation ceremony? Well, how could you not watch it?"

The tone of the last sentence suddenly rose, shocking all the elves present. At the same time, the thin sword in Hayrisant's hand was like a snake coming out of its hole, quickly and straightly stabbed Hermes VII in the shoulder.

The clear pain that penetrated his shoulder made Hermes VII suddenly wake up from his coma. He suddenly raised his head and let out a howl of pain. He bared his teeth and had blue veins around his eyes. It was obvious that he had suffered a great deal. pain of.

Hearing this wailing, Haylisant suddenly smiled. He approached Hermes VII and whispered in his ear: "This cry is really beautiful. It's not in vain that I attached the damage to the sword." magic"

Hermes VII turned his head and wanted to do something to Galisant, but Galisant cleverly dodged it. He was tied up and could not move. He could only stare at Galisant angrily, as if he wanted to Breathing flames.

"Tsk tsk, Elder Senator, why are you so angry? If you don't like the sword I left on your shoulder, I'll just take it away."

Hillisant smiled and said, and pulled out the sword at once, neatly and without any pause. Blood spurted out along with the sword, and the wound hurt again. Hermes VII tried hard to control himself, but He let out a muffled groan.

"What are you holding back?" Hallisant's eyes widened and his face was ferocious. He quickly raised his hand and stabbed the other shoulder of Hermes VII with his sword. The thrust was precise and cruel, "What I want to hear It’s your screams, your wails, your knees begging for mercy.”

Hermes VII was stabbed by this unexpected blow and howled out again.

The elders next to him were helpless, their faces all pale, and they shouted "senior", "senior" one after another. Their helpless look only increased the pleasure in Haylisant's heart.

Yes, yes, this is the right thing. You have to cry out in pain, discomfort, fear, all in front of me. You damn scum, damn Basil’s watchdogs.

Hallisante was simply crazy. He drew his sword again. After this, two holes appeared on Hermes VII's shoulders, two holes he made, two holes that brought him great satisfaction. .

This time, Hermes VII gritted his teeth tightly, blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, and he finally did not let himself make any sound.

For him, making a sound is shameful. It is equivalent to surrendering to pain. It is a symbol of humiliation. And the leader of the dignified Basil family can never be so cowardly.

But this will arouse Highmountain's more fanatical revenge mentality.

"It's okay if you don't scream. I have plenty of ways to make you scream."

Hillisant sneered. His appearance could no longer be described as normal. The luxurious and majestic old man looked like a complete lunatic at this moment. His pupils were not focused at all, as if they had turned black. He was probably instructed now. What made him act was not his brain at all, but his fanatical belief in revenge.

Helisant sat down on the golden bench that was brought over. Now in terms of height, Hermes VII was taller than him, but his eyes were full of provocation and cruelty. Hermes VII Shi's hair was messy and loosened, and his previous elegant appearance was no longer the same. He responded to Hailishante with fiery eyes.

Hillisant turned the thin sword in his hand and suddenly laughed, saying: "If I stab 365 holes in your body, will you die, Elder Elder? Let me think about it, I can't think of it. Otherwise, we’d better try it ourselves.”

Hearing his crazy words, the other senators couldn't bear it any longer. Even though they were afraid, they shouted out loudly because they were afraid that this madman, Haylisant, would really do this.

"Hallisant, you are crazy"

"How dare you do this to the elders?"

"You lunatic, why don't you stop?"

"Hailishante, you bastard"

"How dare you do this to a senator?"

Threats, intimidation, and insults all appeared at once

Hillisant snorted impatiently: "Shut up."

"But if any of you are willing to suffer the punishment for him, that's not impossible."

For a moment, there was silence. The faces of the senators were as white as wallpaper. They were willing to fight to the death to defend Hermes VII because he was the leader of the Basil family. He could not fall. If he fell, the Water Tribe would be in big trouble, taking their interests with it. They would all be damaged, but none of them had the courage to bear the crazy revenge of Haylisante on behalf of Hermes VII.

In the face of real death and pain, no matter how great the benefits are, they are not enough to tempt them. They shrink back and shut up.

Hermes VII sneered. As the highest leader of the Water Tribe, how could he not know the intricate relationships among the power networks? How could he not understand that the relationship of interests is very fragile? If today he was not a member of the Basil family If he becomes the leader, these guys will abandon him without mercy the next second. But precisely because of this profit network, he was able to control these guys, so faced with this situation, Hermes VII was neither surprised nor disheartened.

"Why bother them? Even if they are willing, how can you give up the goal in your heart?"

"The elders really understand me."

Hillisant laughed conspiratorially, turned the rapier in his hand, and said: "In that case, then, Elder, we might as well start our attempt."

Hermes VII's eyes were sharp, staring directly at the almost distorted face of Hilisante. A little light was reflected in his pupils, which was the reflection of the tip of the rapier in his pupils. That rapier, now, stabbing him quickly