That's a fake elf

[Storm Titan] Tyros took steps and rushed towards the top of the dragon crazily.

He has only one purpose, and that is to escape back to the Mage Alliance through the teleportation array at Dragon's Summit.

As long as he returns there and joins the twelve members of the Council who are hostile to Christina and Sandro, he will not have to fear being liquidated.

Although the Titan moves slowly, it is still compared to creatures of the same level.

In just a few minutes, he had passed through the center of the battlefield and was only five kilometers away from Dragon's Summit.

[Just give me a few more minutes and I can go back to that place. 】

Looking at the Dragon's Top, which was so close at hand, Tyros' silver face showed a smile.

But the next second, the smile stopped abruptly.

The huge body of [Storm Titan] seemed to be tripped by an invisible stumbling block and fell hundreds of meters away in an instant.

Hundreds of trees broke.

"Where do you want to go?"

A figure suddenly appeared on Tyros's face. There was no sadness or joy on his face. He looked at Tyros as if he were looking at a stone.

She was obviously less than the size of Tyros' finger, but that figure made Tyros feel infinite fear.

"Don't kill me, Lady Christina, I didn't mean to escape, I..."

"Even if you become a mechanical life form like [Storm Titan] and have a shell harder than diamond, will your heart still be controlled by fear?"

"This is human beings, selfish, greedy, cowardly..."

"I really want to see how many chaotic emotions are mixed in your soul!"

Tyros was about to defend something, but Naiya didn't want to listen to Tyros's nonsense and turned into a thick gray fog to wrap around his head.

"No, no!"

"Quack quack quack!"

After a burst of thunder, a strange whisper and a strange laugh erupted in the thick gray fog, silence finally returned.

The thick fog once again turned into a dark elf with a body, but now a blue soul that was constantly struggling appeared in her hands.

After swallowing the Soul of Tyros in one gulp, Naia had an expression on her face as if she had eaten expired food.

"It's really unpalatable. This kind of soul is just full of all kinds of base desires. It tastes like raw meat without seasonings. It has no taste at all."

Just when Naia was about to break open the body of [Storm Titan] and take out the dragon crystal inside, dark thunderclouds suddenly appeared in the sky above the Shadow Dragon Factory.

Glancing at the [Storm Titan], which was basically useless to her, Naia disappeared into the forest without hesitation.

. . . . . . . .

Thunder and lightning poured down like a violent storm.

All the mid-level and low-level undead that were touched were instantly turned into embers.

Although the Great Corpse Witches tried to use [Spirit Gathering Magic] to resurrect them again, the continuous thunder and lightning would instantly annihilate them.

The Great Corpse Witches were temporarily restrained by a [Storm Titan].

Taking this opportunity, the shadow dragons, under the command of Widnina, together with the iron men on the ground, launched an attack on the corpse witch position.

Although the Corpse Witch Kings were determined to take down the Shadow Dragon, they hid behind the Iron Man Legion very thiefly, using the Iron Men as human shields and themselves as shooters.

Let the corpse witches have no way to start.

The battlefield was changing rapidly, the corpse witch army was contained, and the low-level undead were defeated, leaving the necromancers still barely holding on.

But they were quickly targeted by two killing gods.

"Help me, I don't want to die!

"Don't come here!" A middle-aged undead wizard saw his hunted companion rolling and crawling towards him, and he was frightened to death.

At this time, everyone is too busy caring for themselves to think about saving others.

Besides, these two killing gods not only move at an amazing speed, but also have extremely high magic resistance. Their magic cannot pose any threat at all.

And all the golems and shields were like paper under their weapons.

Basically wherever you run, necromancers and golems will die a lot.

"help me...."

Before he finished speaking, the head of the escaping undead wizard was cut off by Gao Lan's sword.

At the same time, her speed did not slow down at all, and she rushed within five meters of the middle-aged necromancer in the blink of an eye, as if killing a necromancer was like slaughtering a chicken and a dog.

"Die!" Seeing the demon statue in front of him instantly shatter into pieces, the middle-aged necromancer finally used the [Continuous Fireball] that he had not used for many years.

Dozens of fireballs as big as a basin blocked all the space Gao Lan could dodge.

But what frightened him was that Gao Lan did not dodge, and his body turned into a stream of light, instantly passing through the fireball and his body, and rushed to the next undead wizard.

"What a fast sword..."

A withered head rolled to the ground. The headless body shook twice and fell to the ground.

Gao Lan's eyes were unwavering, as if killing an undead wizard was a trivial matter in her opinion.

In fact it is.

As early as when she was still a minor, she began to learn swordsmanship from her master.

As soon as she came of age, she was taken outside the Great Wall in the north and fought with the wolf cavalry of the barbarians outside the Great Wall. She was used to seeing death.

To her, killing foreigners with a sword is as simple as eating and drinking.

Looking at Gao Lan, who almost slaughtered all the necromancers like a tiger in a flock of sheep even without the blessing of his own magic, Li Ang was so shocked that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear.

The glowing red pupils and the substantial red murderous aura were intimidating.

Seeing the frightened expression on Li Ang's face, Gao Lan was forced back by the necromancer's magical bombardment. Gao Lan was stunned, and suddenly panicked in his heart, and he quickly explained:

"I'm not a bloodthirsty person."

"I don't blame you. Those necromancers who have created so many undead must be guilty of heinous crimes and deserve to die."

Li Ang smiled awkwardly, but his left hand holding the shield couldn't help but tremble. He swore that this was because the magic bombing on the opposite side was too terrifying, and it was definitely not because of fear.

"That's good. I forgot to tell you that before my master became a top swordsman, he was an assassin. Even General Xu Xiao was her disciple."

Hearing Li Ang's words, Gao Lan breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"Da Si Ming, one of the nine gods of our Gaotang Kingdom, is the god in charge of life span and the cycle of death. He is also the ancestor of the assassin profession."

"In order to carry out what she believed to be justice, she created two skills specifically for killing, the will to kill and the bloodlust."

"The fighting spirit of slaughter allows us to continuously improve our four-dimensional attributes when killing enemies. Therefore, powerful assassins will become braver as they fight. Many generals on the battlefield will choose to learn the skills of assassins."

"Bloodthirst will give the assassin the ability to devour some of the enemy's soul fragments and restore vitality and mana, but without a strong will, he can easily fall into madness."

"Therefore, among Eastern assassins, only the most determined ones will be taught these two skills at the same time."

"The master assassins and some bachelors who are proficient in mechanics and science formed an organization called the Mohist family."

"Emperors of the Gaotang Kingdom in the past dynasties all valued Mohist scholars and assassin masters very highly, and many of them served as national advisors and generals."

"Even the firearms of our Gaotang Kingdom were made by some of their masters who are proficient in mechanism techniques."

"You don't have to explain this to me."

Li Ang shook Gao Lan's little hand, with an expression of trust on his face, and said sincerely:

"I believe you can control these two skills. After all, you can even suppress the will of God!"

"Thank you for understanding me."

Gao Lan smiled. After all these years, besides her brother, Weiyang and her master, there was another person who would not be afraid of her because of her other side.

"Ah la la, it seems I came at the wrong time!"

Naia, who had regained her human appearance with silver hair and red eyes, suddenly appeared next to the two of them and said with a smile.

This silent appearance shocked the two of them.