high castle elves

The silvery moonlight went from blazing to completely dark, without even a breath, the grass under my feet withered instantly, the big tree in the room also died instantly, and the moon-like sacred artifact of the Dark Maiden Sect above the head of the room ——The Maiden's Tears turned into powder in an instant. The most terrifying thing was that the goddess statue that had just seemed like a real person has now completely disappeared.

The "grand scene" on the earth's surface that was full of vitality just now has now become gray and decayed, and its vitality has disappeared.The huge contrast made all the believers of Eilistraee almost burst into tears.

Then, a burst of great joy enveloped their hearts, so they lowered their heads one after another, not daring to look into the ring.

Do not look directly at God.......

"Praise my Lord, praise the great Saint Youyue!" They were ecstatic, their expressions were intoxicated.

"Haha... I don't know what kind of expression the little guy who always scolds me in his heart will have when he sees me appearing." Barbara, no, the face of the new Saint of Nether Moon A naughty smile appeared on his face. "The deal between the Riyaden family and me is completely over today."

"What's going on?" In the Colosseum a few miles away, Alamir, who was trying to negotiate with the betrayed temple team and was preparing to attack the area where Flotte was, felt a thrill and an extremely refreshing feeling all over his body. Spreading from head to toe, every pore breathes happily, feeling that the whole elf is stretched.

This feeling can be described with a classic idiom from the past life.

That's such a relief...

Alamir even felt that it would be nothing to suddenly turn around and go back to Kaldor Mountain at this moment.

"No, why do I have to complete this 'debt' and come to the Underdark to commit suicide..." Feeling the "unity" sword his teammates were looking at him, Alamir suddenly gave birth to a thought. A confused feeling.

"Do you feel it? My brother... no, my half brother?" The hair of the Nether Moon Saint named Barbara suddenly grew longer, and the joints on his body made a crackling sound. Soon, , the face that originally belonged to Barbara changed, and her figure was stretched to about nine feet tall. A faint curtain of darkness enveloped her naked body, making it difficult for people to see her appearance clearly. .

"I helped your soul come to this world, and you helped my incarnation come to Neshad City. This is the debt between you and me. Or perhaps, it is the debt between you, father and son, and me!" Saint Nether Moon's Her aura climbed steadily along with her hair, level ten, level fifteen. As her appearance changed, her aura crossed a certain boundary and came to a realm that was difficult for mortals to touch.

legend! !

"Praise the Saint of the Nether Moon, praise the great Dark Maiden!" Under the leadership of Lady Windsor, all the believers knelt on the ground excitedly, including the two former high-level spider priests who had just "joined the religion."

"Praise Eilistraee!" The two priests finally understood the truth, they knew what it means to be as wise as the sea and as deep as the abyss!

It turned out that the great Eilistraee had long wanted to return to this city that was not illuminated by the light of the moon. However, she suffered from not enough believers and could not send an incarnation to come, so she had already buried a secret and sneaked into the Spider Temple. On the other side, she supported The Grand Priest, Mrs. Windsor, became another major force in the city, and finally "transformed" the two of them. The purpose was to rob the power of faith of the original God Queen and provide assistance for her coming!

"In that case, the Sword of Eilistraee that caused commotion in Nesad City some time ago must have been his arrangement? Praise the great Eilistraee!" How many times have the two former high-level spider priests seen? The conspiracy, so they suddenly realized it immediately, so their belief in Eilistraee became even more pious.

God's power is like the sea, God's grace is like prison, everything is worth mentioning in front of God, nothing more than that.

Even Eilistraee is so terrifying, so...the two newly joined "Dathra" can't even imagine how terrifying the real one's ingenuity and power are!

"Forgive me, great saint..." The sword dancer with the alchemy bomb hanging on her waist showed a cautious look on her face. She had only arrived a few days ago. To be honest, in Ala After Mill left, a Priest Rose who looked exactly like Barbara came to find her, which made her suspicious, but it wasn't until she communicated with Eilistraee in person that she was half-convinced, but out of caution, she just He came with a large number of alchemy bombs, but did not bring the sisters with him.

"No, Evan Sally, my most devout believer, caution and sacrifice are the most beautiful qualities. You chose to return to the evil hometown alone without putting other sisters in danger again. Your behavior deserves reward!" After that, Saint Nether Moon pointed with his hand, and the aura on Evan Sally's body suddenly became extremely powerful.

Level [-] Sword Dancer! !Just now, this "saint" made Evan Sally advance to two levels in a row!

"Praise the Dark Maiden." Seeing this "miracle", all the drow were sincerely convinced and knelt down devoutly.

"Saint, over there with the Blessed Moon..." Mrs. Windsor looked in the direction of the arena with a serious expression.

"Oh, are you worried that after my contract with him is completed and the influence I originally exerted on him disappears, he will start to doubt and reflect on his previous actions and want to retreat, will it ruin our big event?" Saint Nether Moon There was an innocent expression on her face, like a naughty girl.

"I don't dare!" Facing an incarnation of a god, even if she was the Grand Priest, Windsor quickly apologized. "I'm just worried......"

"Is this Li Arden's arrangement?" Saint Youyue showed an indulgent smile on his face, "That little guy who is said to be as wise as the gods? Haha, he is just a puppet and agent of some old guys hiding behind the Void Storm. He is just a human being...his wisdom is not his at all!"

"What!" Mrs. Windsor looked at Saint Nether Moon, as if she had heard some terrible secret, and her face showed surprise for the first time.

"Leaden came to the Dark Territory for a certain 'mission' back then. His union with your sister was actually a deal between him, or the old guys behind him, and me. However, there were some accidents in the deal, and my temporary defeat was just Part of the transaction, although Alamir is the most suitable anchor point for my arrival, he obviously has his own ideas..." Saint Youyue's face was light, as if he was saying something. A trivial matter.

"Riaden didn't want Alamir to become my vessel, so he made a deal with me. The price was to make the Zovir family the actual controllers of Nesad City, so he used the secret techniques and taboos of the ancient elves Knowledge, split the original soul in Barbara’s soul, and then send it to the Spider Temple to create an anchor point most suitable for my arrival and return!”

"My goal has always been this body!!"

Saint Youyue looked at his arm, with a look of intoxication on his face. "It is worthy of the technology of the ancient elves. This body has always been full of yearning and dedication to God, allowing me to come in an incarnation without any loss." Looking at it. A certain ruby ​​necklace gradually appeared on his tall chest. Looking at the gap the size of a grain of rice on it, Saint Youyue showed an angry expression like a girl.

"It's just that his son is probably even more naughty than him..."

"Saint!" Lady Windsor looked towards the Colosseum, "How about..." A decisive expression appeared on her face.

"No, no, no." A faint smile appeared on Saint Youyue's face, with a mischievous look on his face, "It took a lot of effort to come here to attend the feast of my miserable mother. Now that the main course has been served, my It’s time for the guests to enter and say hello to the host.”

"Your will, my soul." Mrs. Windsor saluted the Nether Moon Saint, turned to face the group of Eilistraee believers, and then showed a fanatical look on her face.

"Sisters, the promised day has arrived, the saint has arrived, it's time to let the moon shine on this evil and twisted soil!" A staff suddenly appeared in Mrs. Windsor's hand, and she also wore a dark silver dress. He was wearing a mage robe and his hands were full of magic rings.

"For Eilistraee!" The drow's faces showed fanatical expressions.

"After fifteen breaths, set off. I will be with you. The goal is-" Saint Youyue turned to look at the tallest building outside the window, with a cold expression on his face.

Spider Temple!

"Your will, my soul!" All the drow lowered their heads and replied in a low voice.

"I will wait here for your return, my goddess." Watching the drow disappear one after another, Lady Windsor lowered her head with a fanatical and respectful expression.

"Over there, I leave it to you, don't let my little guy die." The next second, Saint Youyue suddenly disappeared into the room, leaving her crisp words in the air.

"Yes, my goddess." Lady Windsor looked at Alamire who was constantly making "little moves" in the magic screen with a serious look on her face.

Lady Windsor kept her head lowered until a terrifying explosion came from the Spider Temple, and the vicious roar of a goddess was heard over the entire city.

"Eilistraee!!!"

Then, several extremely powerful auras began to fly towards the temple.

Only then did a smile suddenly appear on her face, so she paused the staff in her hand, and a pile of corpses appeared in the center of the withered field. She recited a strange and evil curse to the field. arts.

"Sistala...Nokensa!" The evil spell echoed in the air, and the corpses in the center of the field began to fuse, and their flesh and blood began to melt, forming a huge, multi-faceted... A silver ring on the palm of a female drow! !

"This place smells of Eilistraee's cousin!" She waved her hand, and cold and evil words appeared in Lady Windsor's mind, and then a powerful negative energy enveloped the entire room.

"I can only do this, because only the life force absorbed instantly when a saint comes, as well as the resentment of broken sacred vessels and good creatures being killed, can I successfully summon your incarnation, Lady of the Dead, Immortal And the goddess of revenge." Lady Windsor, who was inside the high-level anti-death barrier, had a drow-like evil smile on her face.

"Where are the sacrifices?" The incarnation of the immortal goddess of revenge Qiyawensari did not pay attention to Lady Windsor's ridicule, but asked such a question.

"In the Colosseum... My goddess, this is the content of the contract I promised. Please also pay attention to the mixed gray elf, he is also the heir of the contract." Lady Windsor blinked. Blinking, it seemed to be hinting at something.

"Very good, he is also one of them, right?" The huge palm began to shrink and change, turning into a beautiful drow female necromancer with a somewhat crazy expression and a somewhat mean face. The next moment, she disappeared in After arriving at the bottom of the tavern, Lady Windsor was left alone, standing in the ghostly room.

"Liaden, is this what you want to see? What do you want? The feast of the gods has begun, and our guests have already entered..." Looking at Da Dou outside the window At the animal farm, Lady Windsor howled in pain.

Ahhhhh - Lady Windsor, who was as graceful as a noble lady, looked ferocious, and the flesh and blood on her neck began to burn, emitting the stench of burnt flesh, leaving a clear burn mark.

"The previous debt has been paid, and now is my moment of revenge." Lady Windsor stretched out her hand, feeling relaxed, and easily healed the burnt mark on her neck. Looking at Alamire on the magic screen, her eyes showed deep hatred. .

If Alamir were here and saw this scene, he would turn around and run away.

Because the mark on his Aunt Windsor's neck was very familiar to him, and several of his demons also had the same mark...

It is the slave mark of the gray elves!

The disappearance of the mark also indicates that this "slave" relationship is over!

"I will fulfill my promise and will not take action against Alamir, but if he wants to take action, I can't do anything about it." Lady Windsor smiled softly and lovingly.

On the other side, Alamir, who was forced to the sidelines, looked at the magic moment in the center of the field, feeling extremely anxious.

Why haven't you come... Alamir thought as he threw a soul prism into the blood-red teleportation array. The blood-red teleportation array suddenly became filled with blood, and then he pressed it back. It was like a flood that was about to burst its banks.

"The next time the devil summons, it's time to take action!" Thinking about the time that Senior Sister Red Dragon told him through the dragon gem, Alamir pretended to escape and took the opportunity to throw a soul prism into each portal. Now he is looking forward to it extremely The "next dish" is served, and then a surprise is given to the drow...

Then, he remembered the huge scream in the sky and the powerful breaths that suddenly flew out of his head. Alamir was startled and he was almost hit by an ally's bow and arrow!

"My friend, the banquet is ready, the guests are entering." A yellow-robed mage suddenly flew up, and a powerful bolt of lightning immediately exploded the allies who attacked Alamir into powder.

"Shuka Suss, I want to start a mage duel with you!" The yellow-robed mage looked at the beautiful necromancer who appeared in the field at an unknown time, with a smile on his face.

What responded to him was another terrifying necromancy spell, and a black lightning hit him immediately.

"Hello, my little lover..." I don't know when, a beautiful female drow necromancer appeared behind the yellow-robed mage, looking at Xiuka Su Si, with a vicious smile on his face.

"You are -" The serving father of the first family, Chief Fern, and the captain of the colorful gems, Shuka Soos, had a look of horror on his face.

"The sacrifice has been offered, and the debt has been paid, my lady." The yellow-robed mage bowed respectfully to the necromancer, with a relieved smile on his face.

"Cute little guy, I will personally make you a lich as a reward." A crazy smile appeared on the face of the female necromancer, and a powerful aura was instantly revealed.

The demons on the field are instantly destroyed!

"Another guest has arrived, haha, let's see who offers the most sacrifices..." Yellow-robed Gondor's momentum skyrocketed, and he used vicious necromancy spells one after another, frantically moving towards - —

The "audience" in the stands poured out!