The door of silver, fire burns out from it; all false and constructed things will be reduced to ashes
Pronsot's blessing
"What the hell is this? Please help me...!"
The dwarf paladin was sweating profusely. A slippery and greasy tentacle flew out from the cold pool deep underground and wrapped around his war hammer. Although the dwarf was usually known as being as stable as a mountain, under the amazing strength
He could only give in and be dragged step by step towards the pool.
"This is...ahem! The dark tentacle monster...be careful, ah!" A tentacle wrapped around Griffin's ankle from behind and knocked her to the ground. The elf lady danced and reached out to pull it out from her waist.
dagger, but another tentacle flew up and tied her wrist. Finally, a tentacle wrapped around her waist and dragged her into the water little by little: "Help... woo!"
The halfling druid swooped over and rolled over, the blazing scimitar in his hand waving a red light in the darkness. The tentacles wrapped around the dwarf's warhammer broke off with a chirp, while the dwarf paladin who was struggling to maintain his strength became unstable.
, yelled and rolled backwards.
On the other side, Griffin used his free left hand to draw out his wand and used a magic missile to repel the tentacles wrapped around his feet. But as a proverb in Canaan says---tentacles are the natural enemies of all magical girls (
Is there really such a proverb...) --- Another tentacle shot out from the water and strangled Miss Elf's neck. The latter's eyes widened in horror, and she waved her left hand in an attempt to pull away the slippery noose... But
The effort was in vain, and soon Griffin felt suffocated, unable to breathe even a breath of air even when he opened his small mouth.
Bai Cai cut off a tentacle and was proudly showing off to the dwarf, but the system that followed made the young lady unable to laugh.
"System prompt: An unknown creature casts a monster hold spell on you, and the saving throw failed. You are affected by the spell's effect.
Three thick tentacles rolled him up and dragged him into the black and smelly dirty water. The dwarf paladin's eyes were red, and he got up from the ground with a roar and tried to rush over to rescue him, but his head was slammed into the one that appeared out of thin air.
On the force field wall, another somersault rolled back. There was a splash and the halfling druid disappeared.
Xiao Fen frowned slightly and waved his staff to fight back the tentacles that were attacking him. He raised his head and looked at the situation on the battlefield, and couldn't help but laugh and cry. It was also a monster with seven challenge levels. It was more than enough to deal with frost lizards and dark tentacle monsters.
But it's a mess. Maybe this is the so-called power of ghosts.
But at this time, the mage no longer has any room for reservation: the halfling druid, the dwarf paladin and Miss Griffin are all locked in a bitter battle - of course, this is a more respectable way of saying it, strictly speaking.
The team was already on the verge of being wiped out. Xiao Fen only glanced at the field and made an immediate decision. He grabbed the black velvet robe from the dimensional bag and activated the time stopping spell on it.
A gray world spreads out with the mage as the center. Time stops for everything touched by this gray, and space becomes stagnant; everything that is alive and touched by this gray becomes lifeless, the activities stop, and the sound ceases.
No longer passing...
The dwarf rolled backwards, Miss Griffin was struggling in mid-air, and a ripple in the pool stood still for a moment; the dwarf's expression was one of surprise, and Miss Griffin's eyes were filled with pain and pain.
Struggling, their expressions were frozen at this moment, as if they would last forever.
Xiao Fen stood in the center of this world. Everything within a 360-degree range was still. It seemed like a world carved by a craftsman, lifelike but without any vitality.
He habitually pulled down his hood, smiled slightly, and then grabbed a scepter from the dimensional bag - two arms long, with a dark gold body, and flame patterns clinging to it, and the strange pattern was like a
A coiled giant snake is on the head of the staff. The flaming snake head bites a ruby, and its fiery red fangs shine with a breathtaking light.
The mage waved his staff at the dark tentacle monster underwater, and a red light burst out from the head of the staff - but the red light also stopped for an instant, leaving only a burning red dot in this gray world -
-The red dot floats in the air, quietly.
Xiao Fen took a step to the left and waved his staff again, and a second red dot appeared in the air; he took another step to the left and waved his staff a third time, and so on: five red dots were arranged in sequence from right to left.
Connect in a straight line.
"Lord of the Sun, may you come and all the lands that despise you turn to dust----"
The mage took back his staff and whispered.
Five rounds and thirty seconds passed by in a flash. The gray world receded like a tide, and everything in its path regained its vitality: the dwarf continued to roll back, the expression on his face changed from general to angry, and he roared out
Ms. Griffin's hands dropped limply, and her eyes gradually lost their look.
When the gray world retracted into Xiao Fen's body, five fiery red light spots beside him erupted with a scorching light. Five golden red rays were like five flaming swords, piercing into the pool; they lit up in an instant.
The darkness lit up, and the terrifying high temperature almost caused the dark water to swell.
The flame ray was only fleeting, but the dark tentacle monster was severely damaged. Black blood poured out from several terrible wounds on its body and merged into the surrounding dirty and smelly black water; this one lurked in the deep water.
The creature in it rolled, letting out a roaring cry, the water surface churned, and then each of its tentacles was quickly retracted. At this moment, the dark tentacle monster just wanted to escape, turned around and dived back into the deepest water.
It lay dormant deeply, no longer caring about its prey.
The underground cold water pool seemed to quiet down all of a sudden, the water surface no longer wavered, and the murderous intent was gone, leaving only circles of water ripples spreading in all directions; the underground cave became quiet, leaving only Griffin sipping.
wheezing, and occasionally painful coughing.
The dwarf paladin was shocked and confused. He didn't understand why the monster suddenly retreated. The five sun rays just flashed and disappeared. He did not and could not have time to notice this momentary phenomenon; he subconsciously turned around: Xiao Fentiao
Sitting on the ground, his clothes were stained with water, and he looked here with the same doubtful expression.
He blinked, then realized what was happening, and stumbled to the edge of the pool. He leaned down and fished it out with his hands, then pulled the halfling druid out by his hair - the little guy was already fainted.
In the past, when I saw a bulging belly, I drank a lot of water and my whole body was as wet as a drowned rat.
"What's wrong? What happened?" The mage's voice came from behind, sounding as if he was confused.
"I don't know, the monster seems to be gone..." Although the paladin should be brave and fearless, for the players, that is just talk; the dwarf looked like he was still frightened: "It's too scary...
…It’s so scary. This shit is so scary!”
The elf lady was lying on the ground with a pale face, her chest heaving up and down, and occasionally she coughed weakly. After hearing the conversation between the dwarf paladin and Xiao Fen, she got up from the rugged ground. She glanced at the mage and asked
The dwarf said: "Did you see anything?"
"What?" The paladin was stunned.
"Ahem..., for example...some strange phenomena!"
"What phenomenon?"
Miss Griffin took a breath and looked at the mage again with her beautiful eyes: "Nothing." She smiled weakly, but with a hint of cunning: "I mean... ahem, how could the monster miss the chance?
Retreat without any reason. Like this."
"I also find it strange. Maybe we triggered some mission..." the dwarf said angrily, although he didn't quite believe it.
"Where is Mr. Master?" She turned around and asked in a low voice.
"No." Xiao Fen replied simply. He quietly wiped a handful of cold sweat from his head, and his face turned frighteningly white. This was not because of nervousness, but because he didn't expect that the sacred scepter would consume so much energy - he was triggering
When he picked up this magic item, he felt as if his spirit had been emptied out. Although this was just an illusion, it was scary enough. He quietly took a look at his physical strength, and found that about 1/10 of it had suddenly disappeared.
The Holy Scepter can be said to be the most precious piece of treasure in Baenre Mage Tower. It has a special skill of the Holy White Heart. It allows the character to create a Holy Soul every day, which can be obtained for the character within a certain period of time.
Temporary 50% of temporary health, 10/- damage reduction, 5 saving throws (holy bonus, deducted after the duration is over, and causing 6d6 points of bruises to the user); and it also comes with sun rays three times a day (
Caster level 15) and two Sunbursts (caster level 17).
It can be said that this item does not belong to Oras at all, but comes from the throne under the divine authority - Rune Island. It is said that everyone has the scepter bishop on the spire of the sacred Oras dynasty.
Such a scepter serves as a status symbol.
It can be regarded as a classical legendary item in terms of quality, but there is no quality distinction between scepters and wands, so it is just an ordinary magic item. But in terms of value, even some famous classical legendary items, even
It is inferior to inferior artifacts.
As for why this magic staff, a symbol of the bishop's identity, fell into Ban Rui's hands, and what kind of identity the archmage had in front of him, to be honest, Xiao Fen had been puzzled for a while.
But these are all digressions. Originally, this scepter was proposed to be used to protect oneself from water halo (the scepter in Canaan has no opening requirements, and even ordinary people can use it at will, which is why it is precious), but considering
Xiao Fen was unable to receive magical treatment, and even the effects of potions were greatly limited. This Holy White Heart skill could just be used to meet a temporary emergency, so it was temporarily placed at his disposal.
The mage quietly put the scepter back into the dimensional bag, looked around, and finally his eyes fell on the halfling druid.
"What to do next?" he asked: "Continue?"
"Continue..." The dwarf paladin shook his head with lingering fear: "Frost lizard, breath-stealing monster, and this terrifying dark tentacle monster... is this really just a level 6 or 7 dungeon?"
"So?"
The paladin stroked his armor, which had become scarred. He looked around, and there seemed to be a pair of eyes watching them from every corner of the deep and dark underground. This made him feel even more creepy.
.
He looked at Miss Elf and swallowed: "Besides, I don't have much time. The system is about to force me to log off."
"Disbanded?" This answer made Xiao Fen stunned: "Then how do you plan to go back?"
"At worst, hang it back," the dwarf seemed to have gained courage again, and replied angrily: "I have made enough money this time, and I have earned enough! Speaking of which, I have to thank you for this - the mage.
" He patted his backpack, which was filled with various valuable rare works of art, gold and gems - of course, these are all Feng Bingjing's collections.
"What about you, Miss Mage, do you think so too?" The Mage looked at Miss Elf again.
Griffith glanced at him and smiled slightly, with an indescribable taste in her expression. "I'll do it first," she whispered, "there's something else going on in reality."
"Short... dwarf. I'm with you..." The halfling Druid finally woke up at this time. He raised his hand on the ground: "Send me your communication code, and we will go together next time!"
"No problem!" The dwarf sat next to him and exchanged pigeon nameplates with him.
Xiao Fen looked at these people and shrugged. In fact, this was fine. It was just convenient for him to continue exploring alone. It felt really bad to bring three oil bottles with him, just like some battles he would have done by himself.
It could be avoided; but he glanced at Griffith, feeling a little regretful, thinking that he would only have a chance to pursue this young lady again.
Of course, these plans cannot be spoken out. Now he has to at least express his position: "Then, let's all go offline; when we go online, we will leave it to fate."
The dwarf nodded and patted his parcel again: "Mage, do you really not want to share some of the spoils? Isn't this bad?"
"Yes," the halfling druid also nodded: "We will be embarrassed."
"No need," Xiao Fen glanced at his dimensional bag: "It can't fit in it. It's enough for me to have this Heart of Canaan, and the value is about the same."
"Then that's it, I'll leave first, see you when I have a chance!" The dwarf waved to a few people: "Happy cooperation." Then his body turned into a pile of white light spots, scattered in the darkness underground.
Next came the halflings. Then only Xiao Fen and Miss Elf were left in the underground cave, looking at each other.
"Aren't you going to get off?" the mage asked curiously.
"I'm going to take a rest... ahem." Miss Griffin smiled weakly: "Well, actually I don't like reality very much..." She looked at the mage and tilted her head.
"Miss Griffith, I would like to ask you something," Xiao Fen thought for a while and said, "What do you mean by the words you said at Feng Bingjing's place before?"
"Those words?"
"People of the shadow, honor will come----, the door of silver, fire will burn out from it; all falsehoods and constructs will be reduced to ashes----, Blessings of Plunsotl----.
"
"Oh, that's the translation of that sentence in Ella," Griffin replied: "I don't know much about the other ones, but the word Prenso has a meaning in the ancient Ella sacrificial words, that
They are the clouds in the sky, symbolizing the sacred, sublime and supreme God."
"Yun?" The mage was stunned for a moment.
"Mr. Mage seems to know something about this quest line?" Miss Elf suddenly asked.
Damn it. Xiao Fen frowned. This smart and beautiful elf girl seemed to have seen something. Thinking of this, he chuckled: "That's not true, I just want to know everything. I think as a mage, I should
I have such a habit."
"Is it?"
"certainly."
Xiao Fen decided to go offline for a while to avoid arousing further suspicion. Thinking of this, he said goodbye to Griffith and hurriedly disconnected from the world of Canaan.
The world full of fantasy and supernatural charm gradually became blurred in front of his eyes, and finally returned to darkness. In fact, every time at this time, Xiao Fen felt a strange sense of loss in his heart, as if his soul suddenly became empty.
He didn't know where this feeling came from. He only knew that it was not an addiction to the world itself, but some other reason.
When the red sun leaps out from between the undulating hills of the young forest - the sunlight sweeps away the heavy fog in the mountain forest like a sharp sword, and the dewdrops hanging on the green branches and leaves also reflect the morning sun, emitting bright and colorful light -
-When the birds began to sing lowly, describing this morning, this ancient town was filled with a new vitality.
The six gates rose on time, making a creaking sound. Players who were out on missions or returning from the wilderness streamed through the city gate corridor, and merchants who had been waiting for a long time also rushed up: complaining, marveling, bragging loudly, or
The sounds of disputes and bargaining filled the streets, making the entire ancient city suddenly full of vitality.
At this moment, a slender and beautiful female mage with red robe and white hair and a tall and tall elf archer wearing a long emerald green cloak mixed in with the crowd and entered this area that has been silent for thousands of years, only in the recent period.
An ancient aristocratic territory that only became lively again over time.
Yun Na looked around, taking in every detail of the city.
"What a beautiful place, sister," Ke'er saw an alley winding deep, with long plant shelves erected on both sides of the street, and vines hanging down. The whole city was filled with a vibrant and lively style, and she couldn't help but exclaimed: "This
In such a place, even the air seems to be filled with the fragrance of birds and flowers."
"Really?" Yun Na was startled for a moment, then said, "How is it? What do you think?" She said while looking around.
"There seem to be too few people. Judging from the intelligence I collected, there shouldn't have been only this few players here three months ago." Ke'er became serious: "It's strange, I can't see the atmosphere before the war at all.
It stands to reason that the hand of despair approached Blanca Town twelve hours ago!"
"You are wrong, sister... Blanca Town is also the outpost of the Glory Fortress from the perspective of defense, and it is not the gateway to Thorn Castle; or from the distance, it is also separated from the Young Forest Mountain Road with complex terrain." Yun Na
He added playfully: "There is no reason for Count Weiss to put his territory on full alert because of this information. You have to know what a terrible time it is for players to complain."
Ke'er chuckled, shook her head and said, "But sister, the Glory Fortress is defended by the Seventh Legion!"
"There are also the Oberseus Prophecy Society and the Knights of the Guard of Truth at Thornburg - for the Hand of Despair, their threat is far more serious than the Seventh Legion."
"However, the captain said that because of the relationship with the Southern Alliance... the Oberseus Prophecy Society and the Knights of the Guard of Truth may not be really useful at critical moments!"
"The captain has never said this to the players in Thornburg."
"Ah?" Ke'er was stunned, and then said in surprise: "Sister, are you saying this is an illusion?"
Yun Na shook her head and said calmly: "Just ask someone and we will know."
Then the two of them inquired about the exact information at a blacksmith shop - almost half of the players there were attracted by a dragon-slaying mission, and no one came back until this morning.
This news made the female mage frown deeply, and Ke'er looked even more anxious: "It's at this time, sister, there must be something wrong here!"
"Any news from the captain?"
"Damn it... I sent him a letter, but it couldn't get through... Either he is underground, or he is no longer online." The female ranger bit her lower lip, her face not looking good: "Sister, what should I do now?"
Yun Na raised her eyebrows and said calmly: "If you are so worried, just pray that there will be no problems with the Southern Alliance."
"Isn't it bad to have such a negative attitude?"
"I understand, sister." Yun Na smiled: "Then you should be careful, I will go down and take a look."
After saying that, her figure turned into a patch of white light...