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The pure dividing line means knowing nothing
Another letter disappeared into the female priest's black bladed gloves.
She sighed faintly, and the hollow voice came out from under the full-face helmet, with a quiet echo. The female priest closed her barbed gauntlets with a click, clenched them tightly into fists, and the phosphorus fire in her eyes
But it's a little brighter.
"What's wrong?" The fog elf ranger on the side looked at his sister worriedly, the golden flames in his pupils burning in the darkness.
"The scattered teams all sent back messages saying that they were under attack," the female priest said quietly, as if she didn't care at all. However, the blazing phosphorus in her eyes expressed her anger: "They may not be able to support it.
How long."
"Attack, did that mage appear again?" Meng Suzulan said in surprise.
"No, it's an activation spell." Lindlett Flambova replied coldly.
"How did these things escape?" A man with a beautiful horned beard walked out of the darkness and said slightly surprised: "Where are the counter-attack formations below, and where are the agency people? Our scouts are here
Are you lying?" This sentence obviously offended the Mist Elf Ranger, who snorted coldly.
"What a disaster," the young prophet said hiding in the shadows. He held the crystal ball with a teasing smile on his pale face: "The temple guard, the Brass Dragon, is now alive again.
Spell, the treasure mission of Canaan is indeed well-deserved." After he said this, several people looked at the female priest. It was a mystery. They couldn't figure out how the female priest managed to get the wordy and difficult old man to do it.
The brass dragon drove away.
Suzuran asked: "What about the third ring mission?"
The female pastor turned her head coldly and replied: "Sister, do you think this attack was an emergency?"
Her voice came from under the helmet, as hollow as an echo.
"I don't think so. Someone will tell us the answer soon," she said quietly.
…
The three machine elders, including the giant Uruk, took Xiao Fen and his party to the underground of the central temple, accompanied by the machine man Blatche, the tyrant Alastor and the Silent Judius. As for Menditi
Peros, with its army of activation spells, is looking for trouble with the Hand of Despair. On the other hand, the agency mentioned that there are actually two doors leading to the central temple, although the main door is closer - but the reason for choosing to enter from below is
Avoid a brass dragon that nested near the main entrance decades ago. Although it is only an old dragon, it will be very troublesome if it gets entangled.
The mage accepted the proposal.
When the group of people arrived near the underground entrance of the temple, Griffin, Xiao Fen and the witch girl saw the huge stone door sealed under the dust from a distance: it stood quietly in an open underground world.
Lying in the center of a jagged stone bell pillar, it looks like a tombstone among flowers - but it is the same gray color as the surrounding scenery. At first glance, it gives the impression that it is like a tunnel leading to an underground dwarf city.
The giant stone gate stood there quietly.
However, the stone door was actually carefully carved, and there was a layer of uneven relief covered under the dust. It was only when the mage got closer that he saw these details. He raised his hand to signal the others to stop, and stood by the door and looked up.
This door of history, he sighed softly, and then put his hand on the dust. At that moment, he had a real feeling that his eyes spanned thousands of years, and he was fused with the history of the Ella people...
"Perception location." The mage cast a viii level prophecy spell. Various information poured into his mind like a tide. As one of the few advanced prophecy spells, Perception location can bypass almost all protection and avoid detection.
This allows the caster to spy on the location and current situation of the existence in this world that he wants to know, just like a god.
Several agency elders watched Xiao Fen cast the spell with appreciative expressions. No one wanted their collaborator to be a strong person, especially when there was no conflict of interest.
Xiao Fen spent about ten minutes or more sifting through the information bit by bit. This spell consumed a lot of his physical strength, but the mage didn't care much because the initiative was now in his hands. If he was willing,
He can extend this time endlessly to suit his actions, so he will try to be fully prepared before a battle.
Griffin looked at her captain intently and saw how seriously he was engaged. She already knew that this time the most powerful spellcaster among the players would fight with all his strength - the elites of the Hand of Despair would definitely be here.
In this temple - Miss Elf can't wait to see how powerful Xiao Fen can be at his peak.
The witch girl stood quietly behind everyone, holding her injured hand and watching some low-level machine healers running back and forth to treat the wounds of the black dragon lady. Although the machine men lacked senior priests, they were still very fast with their numerical advantage.
Let Ms. Maari Bailey recover and become the healthy little female dragon again.
On the other side, Xiao Fen's eyes rolled under his eyelids. He finally got the information he wanted.
His spirit floated high above an obsidian hall, overlooking the four people below - his old acquaintance Sir Horndes, the mysterious prophet, a female priest with the mark of the Rose Knight and her undead attendant, a
Miss Ranger looked familiar. He mainly paid more attention to Sir Hornders, the target of the spell, but the female priest also caught his attention. Finally, Xiao Fen's eyes fell on the crystal ball in the hands of the young prophet.
The latter had no idea that they were being spied on by magic, and seemed not to realize that a powerful being was quietly observing them from above the hall.
For a moment, Xiao Fen withdrew his mental power, and the information receded from his thoughts like a tide.
"The Three-Month Bell Knight, the Rose Knight, and the Hand of Despair are quite a strong lineup." The mage recalled the positions of the four people, and directly used a high-level prying magic eye. He threw a handful of crystal balls, and these little
The ball immediately floated into the air and turned into a bunch of translucent eyes floating around his body.
"Are they all players at the same level as that swordsman?" The elf girl took a breath and asked in a low voice.
"There should be one who is stronger." Xiao Fen glanced at his teammates and smiled.
It was obviously bad news, but the latter felt a little more at ease.
"Although he is a useless master, he thinks he is first-class." Sha'er chirped on his shoulder.
The black-robed mage was too lazy to have a verbal spat with his demon pet. He moved his fingers together, and protection representing various colors appeared on the black robe, including advanced mage armor, anti-evil magic circle, triggering technique, and Xinbu spell matrix.
Xinbu Spell Sequence...Griffin was dumbfounded as he watched Xiao Fen burn through thousands of gold coins of spell materials in just a few minutes, almost mistaking the money for money.
Then he also cast a large number of protective spells on Griffin, as if the latter was not a fourth-level mage, but an extremely important partner. This made Miss Elf very useful and gave her a feeling of being valued.
.However, after Xiao Fen followed the same pattern and applied a bunch of protective spells on Miss Black Dragon, he was exhausted. He immediately told several agency elders that he needed to take a rest.
"Do you still need to rest?" The red machine elder Pamore couldn't help but asked: "Didn't you just rest for an hour?"
"Quiet," the tyrant Alastair roared from within his body: "The little guy needs to recover his physical strength and prepare new spells, you idiots." Pamore glanced at the magic tyrant, and then looked at the great elder.
, until he saw the latter nodded slightly towards it, he could not hold back his eagerness and continue to wait.
It can be seen that the three agency elders still care very much about the responsibilities assigned to them by the Ella people.
The black-robed mage's rest lasted for two hours. During this period, he not only ate something to regain his strength, but also took time to arrange tasks and strategies for his two teammates. Although he thought he was very strong,
Surrounded by powerful enemies including three Moonbell Knights and a Rose Knight, Hand of Despair, he still couldn't guarantee that nothing would go wrong.
Xiao Fen was confident that he would win this victory, but at what price he would have to pay. He had to think about it - after all, the Angel of Tears Stone was something that could be encountered but not sought.
Then under his gaze, the giant Uruk pressed his arms on the door and slowly pushed open the underground door. With the roaring sound echoing in the vast underground world, it was choking.
The dust flew up like smoke, and the curtain of this final battle was slowly raised under the hands of this machine giant...
Griffin coughed beside him.
But Xiao Fen just stood quietly in the smoke, hiding his face under the shadow of the hood. He pursed his lips tightly without any expression, and held the rules of the dark secret law tightly with his thin and pale hands. This black man
Master Robe has never been afraid of any battle. If necessary, he will only try his best to win.
The door opened before his eyes.
Nineteen high-level spying eyes flew into the dark temple like a gust of wind, and disappeared from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye. But Xiao Fen's mind responded to what these eyes saw.
In every picture, these eyes with their own true knowledge pass through the silent palace like ghosts, which have been silent for thousands of years, leaving the low-level members of the Hand of Despair under their surveillance unaware.
Then the three machine elders retreated, and the two powerful activation spells also stopped outside the gate of the temple. According to them, it was a restricted area that they could not set foot in. The power from the long-dead elemental gods continues to this day.
They also protect this temple, so that all existences they do not allow to enter this realm are forever blocked by the invisible wall of divine power.
Xiao Fen passed through the wall as if passing through a layer of water curtain. He turned around and saw other people looking at him. The witch girl whispered to him over there: "Mr. Mage, although
I can't help you anymore. But please do it. I believe the voice in my heart must be God's will." She spoke docilely like a harmless little animal, but with a kind of
A decision she believed in.
The mage nodded. He was grateful to this mysterious NPC girl. This was the reason why he refused to go with her, because in the next battle, even he could not say who among the several people on his side would survive.
Come down.
"Mage, I'm optimistic about you," Judius the Silent suddenly said sharply: "We'll see you again when you complete your mission."
Xiao Fen was stunned and didn't understand what it meant.
The three machine elders turned their heads with a look of concern on their faces, staring at the activation spell. But the gray Yudius didn't seem to be aware of it at all, and just smiled sharply: "You don't have to worry, I just think
Let a person who suits our taste complete this matter. At least it is much better than some idiot."
"Asshole," the red machine man Elder Pamore finally couldn't help but sneer: "No matter who succeeds, we will definitely complete this bet, but don't forget, you also have a share!"
Tyrant Alastair snorted from his nose: "Huh, we'll see."
The black-robed mage looked at these incompatible guys and seemed to catch something from them. However, his heart only moved slightly and quickly calmed down. After all, he had more important things to face than this moment. Miss Black Dragon and
Griffin came to him one on the left and the other on the right, and looked at him, one with slight contempt, the other with curiosity and admiration.
"For the sake of the treasure," Miss Heilong turned her face away and said, "I will join forces with you for now, okay."
"Ah, it's such an honor." Sha'er flew over Xiao Fen's head and pretended to be shrill: "Ms. Ma'eri, Sha'er is so touched, ah——!" Before she could finish her words,
Xiao Fen lifted her off her head and put it on her shoulders. Just when Miss Falcon wanted to express her dissatisfaction, the mage said, "Send you back carefully," and she was choked back. So she could only use
His claws pulled at Xiao Fen's robe to express his dissatisfaction.
But Griffin just watched silently and said nothing.
…
Time passed bit by bit in the darkness.
The frequency of the female priest receiving letters has obviously become faster. She stands there quietly alone, and her aura has obviously become awe-inspiring, making people afraid to approach easily - only a few undead attendants can remain silent and stand behind her.
.Then she raised her head and glanced, the flames in her eyes almost rising from under the helmet.
"Three more people have lost contact, and that person has approached the central hall." Lindlett Flambova said coldly.
When the other three people looked over, she used her pitch-black bladed gloves to hold up a piece of transparent crystal - the crystal reflected the dark scenery of the hall, but there were dots of light flashing on it. This was actually a piece of crystal using a detection spell.
I made a detection crystal to check the position of my allies in a small area, but now the light spots on it are extinguishing one by one.
"So fast..." Even the prophet was surprised this time. The quality of the Hand of Despair players was very clear to everyone present. Players above Thorn Knight are definitely not those at the top of the level list who can do whatever they want.
Although it doesn't mean that you can win the battle by taking out the opponent, it should be no problem to at least hold the opponent back for a few minutes.
"There are a group of famous old players in the north who are indeed very scary." The female priest stared at the crystal and said quietly: "But compared to this person, it is estimated that only those few people have such fighting power. Even such people are
At the heart of the Hand of Despair, there are very few people who can be his enemies...even the Magic Melody Councilor should not be his opponent."
"Indeed." Sir Horndes experienced it personally, he smiled and nodded.
The young prophet snorted lightly, with a disdainful smile on his pale face.
"He seems to have predicted the location of our people," Meng Zhilan looked at the dimming light spots and couldn't help but said: "Judging from this time, almost every time he makes a move, one of our people will die."
.Not even a reaction time.”
The female priest raised her head and looked at several transparent tracks passing through the air. She frowned, but felt helpless. She had just cleaned it up once, but now it has appeared again. The mage did not know how many minions he had sent out. "
Detection spell," and the young prophet stared closely at those prying eyes that were as fast as the wind - if he didn't observe carefully, he wouldn't even be able to find the other party's traces at all: "A fairly high-level detection spell."
Meng Zhilan looked at the others and suddenly felt nervous.
"At least there are four of us. I am level 11, Mr. Sir is also level 11, Mr. Andre is level 12, and sister, you are level 13. The four of us should be able to win, right?" She frowned, flames
The same burning golden eyes finally showed a hint of worry.
The female priest, who was covered in armor, did not answer.
She watched the last spot of light on the crystal in her hand dim, sighed, and then raised her head to look into the darkness ahead...
Everyone present was looking in that direction, looking at a huge metal door that was tightly closed in the hall in that direction...
There was a heavy roar from the giant door.
…
When the black-robed mage emerged from the darkness, the two Hands of Despair players guarding the door had just reacted. But the latter seemed to have known that they were hiding there. As soon as they raised their hands, the two people were immediately lifted up by the huge force and flew behind them.
On the door - there was a loud bang, and the metal door was directly knocked open by the two players, and a road leading to the front opened suddenly...
Griffith took a breath. She and Miss Black Dragon were hidden under the effect of an advanced invisibility technique. They watched nervously as the two players who flew out turned into dots of white light in the darkness and disappeared.
Xiao Fen raised his staff and walked in step by step.
In front of him, Sir Horndes, the female priest, the fog elf ranger, and the young prophet who looked like dead leaves in the wind were lined up. The four senior players of the Hand of Despair looked at him coldly.
"I thought you would hide with the temple guards." The black-robed mage looked at them and said coldly: "It seems you are more courageous than I expected."
"Since the core is in your hands, what's the use of hiding away?" Sir Horndes smiled slightly, as if he had forgotten the previous defeat.
Xiao Fen watched Griffin and Miss Black Dragon follow the planned plan to bypass the four high-level knights of the Hand of Despair and sneak towards the other end of the hall behind them. The prophet seemed to be very alert, and the mage saw
By the time he threw a detection spell, the latter had expected it, and an avoidance detection had already bounced his spell back.
The young prophet frowned.
"The key in your hand should have a story, right?" Xiao Fen looked at the crystal ball in his hand and said.
The young prophet was stunned for a moment, and Meng Suzulan next to him had already said in surprise: "How do you know?"
"Don't answer him—" the female pastor sternly stopped her, but it was a little late.
The mist elf ranger immediately realized that she had been deceived, and she glared over angrily——
But Xiao Fen didn't intend to respond to these people. He had only one goal, final victory. The mage walked forward calmly and said: "You think you can stop me?"
"How will you know if you don't try?" the young prophet said angrily.
"Really?" Xiao Fen smiled and activated the time stop on Aigre's left eye: "In that case, I won't be polite."
A gray light wave spread across the entire hall.
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