Ibiluai's title is "Country Destruction", and she did destroy a country. Even if they don't know Ibiluai, there are many people who know "The Vampire Queen of the Subjugated Country", so it can be spread to Crounpi
It's not strange to Silk's ears. If Crounpis is not an evil existence, it would be abnormal to have a favorable impression of the "Destroying Country" who is obviously a stranger.
"It's nothing. If you want to destroy the country, just destroy the country. Maybe there is some reason. Like me, I obviously didn't provoke anyone, but the 'Thirteen Heroes' came to my door and wanted to kill me. Even if they are righteous partners, I will not
It will still be destroyed, haha. Can you introduce your history of destroying the country? I'm a little interested."
"It's not a good memory." Ibiluyai raised his head and looked away, seemingly not intending to mention it.
"Well, that's right. I was unhappy when I was killed by the 'Thirteen Heroes', but after killing two people and picking up their things, I felt much better. I have no intention of continuing my revenge to the end. What about you?"
"I have slaughtered them all." Ibiluayai said coldly.
"Really? Please forgive me for asking a boring question."
"No, don't worry about this level. Speaking of which, do you want to see them fight until they can't get up? They are very strong. Could they be your dependents?" Ibiruyai looked at the two fighting over there.
Goblin.
Ibiruyai was a little amazed at the power of the two goblins, but they were not fighting to the death. The highest strength they used was similar to the high-level angel summoned by the Theocracy. It was not that she had never seen it before, so Ibiruyai did not
Not to the level of fear.
"That's right. I feel like they won't stop until most of their P is consumed. Then let's go and do things ourselves." Crounpis turned over and stood up.
"Ready to go?"
"Well, before I leave, I plan to ask them for a full-grown frost dragon." Crounpisi stretched his waist and said.
"What do you want that thing for?" Ibiluyai was a little surprised. The difficulty level of a mature dragon was about 100. Now Ibiluyai thinks that his difficulty level is 130. For someone who can use sixth-level magic to defeat the Zerg,
For her, a demon god can shoot someone flying.
"We are going to intervene in the war. In order to control the scale, we should use deterrence. Don't you think our appearance is too intimidating? Or should we first 'destroy the country' to establish our prestige? That would be too much trouble?" Kraunpi
Si held her chin and looked down at herself, then raised her head and stared at Mieguo Loli.
You need to look up to see your face. Sure enough, the Lolita of Destruction is just a little older than you!
"I see, it's a good idea. I was attacked by several groups of weak adventurers because of my appearance, and I killed hundreds of them, including many 'good players' with a difficulty level of 60 or above. Only then did the country take it seriously and turned it into a war.
Let’s go. Which way?”
Ibiluai turned to the direction of the mountain where the frost dragon was located. Although he had never seen it before, it was common sense among knowledgeable adventurers to know which mountains inhabited which races.
"Hehe, I heard something good." Crounpis crossed over to Ibiluayai and was about to spread her legs over there——
"It's too slow, I'll take you there." Yibiluyai hugged Crounpisi's waist directly from behind and activated magic, "."
Ibiluai just hugged Crounpis and flew into the air.
"Ah, Pisi was taken away!"
"That's our territory over there!"
Sunny and Star stopped fighting at the same time and chased them this way.
"Hey, please repair your clothes first, please, you guys!" Crounpis shouted at the two goblins.
Here we are still taking our time, but in the hilly areas, some places have fallen into hellish battles. However, the initiator is not the undead commanded by the goblin——
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Undead Army-Demihuman Tribe Alliance, Line of Fire——
"Back off, if you don't want her to die, back off!" On the edge of the demi-human village, a troll was holding an elf that had just been captured, screaming at the army that was about to surround the village.
The troll is a very powerful demi-human, tall, mighty, and extremely powerful. The wounds on his body can be repaired automatically. Ordinary elves become like toys in his hands.
Even so, he is now
Now that he seemed to have insurance in his hand, he was in a panic and couldn't help but want to escape. There were many companions behind him, some of them were also holding elves, but their mental state was about the same, because the undead would spread the aura of fear.
When the troll saw a few pointed-eared races similar to elves coming out of the undead group, and when he saw that the elves were obviously hesitant, he ignited a glimmer of hope and shouted "Back off!" The hand holding the elf's head tightened.
After a few minutes, more red color flowed from the elf's head.
The elf, who had been stripped naked and tortured before, no longer had the strength to even make a sound of pain.
The person on the other side was indeed hesitant and was whispering to each other.
"Da-chan, what should I do? Can I shoot them?" Winkworth asked.
"I heard that elves are also a race that is relatively close to magic. It's best to catch the ones alive." The big goblin held his chin and said.
"Then, just shoot those guys who hold the elves hostage. The trolls don't care." The trolls are much larger than the elves, so Winkworth thinks that they should be able to easily avoid the elves and shoot the trolls.
Even for beginners.
At worst, it will have a sure hit effect.
"No, the troll can repair it even if its head and heart are exploded. What if it is forced to continue to hit the target?"
"Cirno-chan," the big fairy called to Cirno, "can you stop practicing as a warrior this time? Come and help me."
"Is Dai-chan also helpless? There really is nothing we can do against Dai-chan, so let them see how serious I am." Cirno thrust her sword into the ground next to her and walked forward.
"What are you doing, don't you care about their life or death? Back off!"
Although Cirno, who usually looked like a warrior, put down his sword, it was completely conceivable that the opponent could blow this up with his bare hands. The troll shook the hostage in his hand, and it looked like it was shaking to the point of shattering fractures.
But I don't dare to really shake the elf to death, otherwise the value of the hostage will decrease.
Cirno held out her hand "!"
Several icicles rose up from behind the elves, and the trolls holding the elves were instantly frozen. Then Cirno snapped her fingers, and the icicles exploded, along with the frozen trolls.
Already.
Because the level difference was too large, the troll could not resist the invasion of cold air, and was instantly frozen to the bone.
The elves who lost their support and the hands that held them all fell on the frosty ground. If only the hands were left, the trolls could not repair them. If they could still be repaired, it would be almost equivalent to immortality.