high castle elves

Stupidity, fallacy, sin, greed...

Possessing our souls and torturing our bodies.

We feed our delightful regrets,

Like beggars feeding their lice...

Not long after, a huge figure appeared in front of Alamir, with long gray hair flying in the air. The Dark Sun Prophet, who was almost eleven feet tall, sighed with emotion at the elves still remaining on his clothes.

"Long time no see, my dear elf friend, you look in great shape."

"Of course, my prophet... I'm glad you were not covered by the thick fog this time." Alamir stood still and looked at the tall figure opposite.

The huge air wave caused by the explosion dispersed the thick fog, and Alamir found the huge figure in the distance.

And even if the fog is not dispersed, Alamir can still find the Dark Sun Prophet and the others...

In the northwest, the thick magic residue made it difficult for Alamir not to notice the traces of the battle. The ice, venom, and lightning made the ground scarred. At the same time, the power of the Dark Sun Prophet's "ring" covered a sufficient area. It was fifty feet long, making it difficult for Alamir, who had understood the way of the "ring", to ignore it.

But all that has dissipated is the "thick fog" summoned by the Dark Sun Prophet. The white fog representing the Pale Clown's "BOSS" circle has not yet dispersed. Terrifying spell fluctuations are coming from inside. It is obvious that the Silent Master is having a fierce battle with him.

The dark golden magic field covers the "white circle". It is obvious that the Dark Sun Prophet is "buffing" the pale clown. This is the reason why the Silent Master has not defeated the pale clown for a long time. In the "two against one" situation Next, the battle reached a stalemate.

Now, it's time to break the deadlock.

Alamir drew his swords.

"Respectable bloodline, the ancient bloodline of Gray Elf appears in your body, it seems to let me see the old days in the past, when the dragon clan was still in the main material plane, my lord's great "Dark Sun Scripture", and the oak tree It has been recorded in the "Eternal Circle" by the father of the Lord that the ancient elves came with terrifying psychic powers and sword skills, killing and enslaving all creatures they could see, trying to turn the entire main material plane into their hunting ground. ....." The Dark Sun Prophet pondered, with a smile on his face.

"A minor, terrifying warrior exuding a high-level aura. I have to say, my dear friend, even the legendary and terrifying ancient gray elf would not be able to do better than you at your age. Looking at Your current terrifying appearance shows the terror of the ancient elves. This growth rate is no more than that of the legendary 'Elf Prince'." Looking at Alamir who has grown a few inches taller, the Dark Sun Prophet There was a look of fanaticism on his face.

"Really?" Alamir looked at the Prophet of the Dark Sun with a playful expression. The washing and marrow removal just now allowed Alamir's body to grow again, reaching the height of an adult gray elf. His height has reached 1.8 meters, almost [-] meters. The six-armed snake demon Shaksaya is taller.

Growth brings not only the strengthening of the body, but also Alamir's affinity for the elements.

But one thing is different. His wingspan is one inch longer than before. The two swords that originally fit the length of his arms are no longer as perfect as before. However, on the way here, Alamir has adapted to the new ones. attack range.

But he is the only one who has grown taller?

The Prophet of the Dark Sun became even taller, almost ten feet tall, and the pressure brought by his body of nearly three meters made Alamir feel like he was facing a formidable enemy.

What's even worse is that the staff in his hand has undergone subtle changes, turning into a long staff with dark golden light surging on it.

In a world where gods exist, such a change is shocking.

Because it represents power...

This means that he has been recognized by the "ring" and has the power of Silvanus!

"Since you have come to me as promised, I will do my best to complete this great ceremony with you." The Dark Sun Prophet pulled out the long sword that was as pale as the bones of a dead man. The other hand held the scepter, and the edge of the huge robe spread out like a blade.

"On the River Styx, I swear on the soul of my father Riyaden that this battle will be absolutely fair, until the difference between life and death!" Alamir swore sinisterly.

"Holy duel?" Dark Sun Prophet put away his sword, "The River Styx is above, I swear in the name of my god, today -"

Wow - the sword light was like mercury pouring down the ground.

Bang - the Dark Sun Prophet's robe suddenly expanded and unfolded like a fan. The original robe suddenly turned into a roulette with a jagged blade, blocking Alamire's insidious sneak attack.

Dang——Countless clashes of sword blades and saw teeth turned into one sound, with a long aftertaste.

After the blow, Alamir returned to the original place, and there were more than a dozen fine holes in the cloak of the Dark Sun Prophet.

"You are so interesting. Are all ancient elven warriors like this?" The Dark Sun Prophet looked at Alamil, with not only surprise but also admiration in his eyes.

"Why don't you consider joining my lord, the Prince of Lies? You have all the talents to become a ruthless and cruel assassin." The Dark Sun Prophet sincerely extended the invitation.

Duels sworn by the River Styx are sacred and monitored by "rules", so even evil believers like Cyric have to abide by etiquette when facing a sacred duel and start attacking after the duel begins. Otherwise, the duel will end. The previous duel oath will be fulfilled.

To the Dark Sun Prophet's amusement and astonishment, most of the time it was the despicable Dark Sun believers who started sneak attacks after saying the duel oath. Unexpectedly, the elves from the good camp who claimed to be virtuous would also make sneak attacks.

Who are the followers of the despicable and shameless Prince of Lies?

Isn't he afraid that his family will be punished by the River Styx, and that his father's soul will be punished, taken away by the River Styx after his death, and sent to the Abyss of Infidelity?

"A father is kind and his son is filial, you don't understand..." Alamir stepped down and two shadows appeared around him.

Spiral Nine Shadows!

With terrifying speed, the three "people" rushed towards the Dark Sun Prophet again.

"Haha..." The Dark Sun Prophet waved his scepter, and countless thick thorns appeared on the ground, binding to Alamir's shadow like living creatures. On the other side, the long sword in his hand was silent, Quickly slash at Alamir!

This level of "doppelgänger" is simply a bit flashy to him. Even though the places have been exchanged in the air, do you expect me to not be able to tell who is the real person?The dark sun prophet's lips curved into a mocking smile.

Above the head... The Dark Sun Prophet has already noticed that the three frontal attacks are all clones. When the clones were being exchanged just now, the elf on the opposite side had another clone, and the real body was leaping high. Get up and strike down with his heavy sword!

It's exactly what Alamir uses to fight the dancer!Having absorbed the dancer's power, he is familiar with this.

"That's it. My little friend, you are still young." The Dark Sun Prophet's scepter swept across, and the hard scepter hit three clones instantly. The elves descended from the sky to greet him.

Although the sword technique falling from the sky is powerful, it also has a huge shortcoming. If it cannot fly, it will be difficult to use force to change its posture. Once the opponent is on guard, it will become a huge flaw.

The Dark Sun Prophet's robes swelled, and a scarlet magic aura diffused from his body.

"Every day we descend one step towards hell, passing through the stinking darkness without any fear..." A look of compassion appeared on the prophet's face.