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Chapter Eighty-Three: The Old Woman

After the light ball came down, Emily wanted to extinguish it quickly and put it away to avoid irritating the hundreds of lizardmen on the top of the cave. Maya stopped her from making this unnecessary move, and the dark elf said that although she had never seen the light ball in the history of the empire,

It is a powerful enemy, but there are many similar creatures in the Underdark. As long as it enters deep sleep, it will be difficult to wake up unless the external stimulus is strong enough to harm itself.

Flint rarely agreed with an old rival of his own race, saying that the dwarves had a similar conclusion. After the initial panic, Emily calmed down and thought about it carefully. She had seen sleeping dragons before, and it was indeed not true.

It is too easy to be awakened suddenly. Mage Tower has studied dragon sleep and believes that there are magical factors in it, and it is not a simple natural sleep.

"How big is this hole?" Emily simply used her normal volume. Anyway, no matter how loud she spoke, it couldn't compare to the waterfall dozens of meters away. It flowed downwards, and the coolness it brought made people tremble.

"...It's probably less than half the size of Black Rock City." In a familiar environment, Maya unintentionally became a lot more active.

"Bah! Just listen to the black-skinned nonsense." Flint spat on the ground, causing Maya to glare at him, but unfortunately the dwarf didn't care at all.

"Can you feel this wind? How big the wind is, how big the hole is." Flint licked his index finger and stretched it into the air. This action was more like a teacher giving a demonstration to his students than to explore the size of the cave.

Please, don’t you take a look at where I come from and what I have done? Putting aside personal practice, dipping your saliva to feel the direction of the wind is a must-have common sense for mage apprentices.

Flint has to act as an expert but also has to ask questions, which is a bit too showy. But Emily can't help it. If she doesn't believe in dwarves, how can she believe in dark elves? The miracles shown by Maya are not a virtue for her.

It proves that Emily has never been a serious believer, and the mage's understanding of gods is more like the materialism of "acknowledging the existence, but not worshiping". Since the crusade, she has seen the Nashasparnon family, including Maya.

After what the members did, deep in her heart it was difficult for her to figure out the reason why Mother Earth blessed the dark elves.

I am not Christina and those illiterate knights, I will only be Terra's puppet.

The dark elf stood aside angrily with her hands folded, half of her body outside the lighting range of the light ball. The flickering effect made her dark face darker, and her red eyes were exceptionally red.

, close to the feeling of bleeding.

Tsk tsk... Every time Emily looked at Maya, she was overtaken by her skin color, weird eyes, and white hair, and then ignored the nun's exquisite facial features that can be called works of art.

"Do you feel the wind?" the dwarf still asked. When it comes to feeling the atmosphere between partners, dwarves are really stupid.

Hearing that Flint was still nagging, Emily kicked the nagging ghost without thinking. After the kick, she realized that this was Flint, not the big-headed soldier who could only say yes to her on the battlefield.

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Oops... Seeing the dwarf frowning and rubbing the knee that was kicked, Emily's scalp was numb in advance from the Flint-style complaints she made up in her head. As long as Flint is given a chance to start,

You can complain from waking up in the morning to going to bed at night.

"I'm sorry" was on my lips, but I didn't have time to say it.

"Hello"

An uninvited voice came from behind Maya, and Emily was deeply impressed by the dark elf's next movements. The nun first jumped to Flint's side, then completed her prayers in the air, gathered her divine power, and made a perfect turn.

She faced the target. When she finally stood firm beside the dwarf and the female mage, an orange-yellow light hammer appeared in her hand.

"I'm sorry, did I scare you? It's been too long since I've had guests at home, and I'm rusty in etiquette."
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