"If you want to change your profession to become a warlock, you should choose the second one. If you don't have the will to do so, the third one is the most suitable for you." Gavin gave his own opinion.
"Oh?" the Pixie Girl suddenly said, "Does the Psion choose the second one too?"
"Psion?" Gavin felt his heart beat a little. This pregnant girl would not be affected by him. She really wanted to follow the path of a psychic, right?
The expression on his face did not change at all, and he replied calmly: "As for the psychic, I still choose the third one. The psychic relies on intelligence, and charm has little effect."
"OK."
The Pik Elf girl's body shines brighter, her butterfly wings as thin as cicada wings become more colorful, and her appearance has also been slightly adjusted. Her face is still round and small, and her eyes seem to be bigger and watery.
It's so cute that people can't help but feel love and pity when they see it.
Nicole did not suddenly become extremely sexy and enchanting, but further strengthened her original cuteness and brought her own characteristics to the extreme.
Charm is never just one kind.
If the Pixie girl really becomes as enchanting and charming as a water fairy, her charm will be greatly reduced.
Everyone present hurriedly averted their eyes, they did not want to be blinded accidentally.
…
While in Dragon Oak's dream, the souls of the useless giants were being wiped out one after another.
In the lair of the ruined giant, new changes have taken place.
One of the deformed dark altars was the first to make a cracking sound, and the core part of the altar - the skeleton of the deformed giant, was twisted and broken piece by piece.
The black mist tentacles dancing wildly on the tree roots completely lost their restraints at this moment and collapsed, turning into countless black mist, dancing randomly in the air.
Part of it was entangled by the waving black mist tentacles on the other two tree roots and was pulled over.
More often than not, they let out bursts of shrill wails and launched indiscriminate attacks on surrounding creatures.
The deformed creatures entangled in the black mist twisted wildly and fled in all directions, but they were unable to escape the entanglement of the black mist.
This is not a simple black mist, there are also twisted souls of injustice inside. Every black mist is a weird and deformed ghost.
These deformed ghosts hate and loathe all living things, especially these slaves of darkness. They were the ones who sent them to the altar of deformed darkness and into endless despair.
They want these slaves of darkness to taste the pain and despair they endure.
The deformed ghosts moved in and out of the bodies of those slaves of darkness, forcefully pulling their deformed souls out of their bodies.
There were several relatively powerful deformed ghosts, and they aggressively charged at the nearest deformed giant.
"Just you guys?! You were servants during your lifetime, and you will only be so after your death."
The useless giant who was targeted roared angrily, showing no fear at all. One big one and one small one stared at it with two evil eyes at the same time.
The evil light emanating from that giant evil eye was like substance.
The deformed ghost that was targeted felt like it was being kneaded repeatedly by an invisible hand, and then violently crushed.
Even the ghosts inside the black fog belt turned into nothingness on the spot.
These deformed ghosts were born from the distorted power of the useless giants, and were naturally powerless against them.
Other deformed ghosts, as if recalling the fear that once dominated their bodies and souls, screamed and fled in all directions.
A few of them were even shivering, huddled in the shadows, not daring to move. Their timid and cowering looks were exactly the same as those of the slaves of darkness. They had obviously been frightened and were ready to obey the control and servitude of those useless giants.
Those deformed giants didn't care about these deformed ghosts. They were moving quietly to stay as far away from Prince Elton as possible. In their eyes, this was the most dangerous and terrifying existence here and at this moment.
"How is it possible? How could this happen?" The Desolate Giant Prince looked at the collapsed and deformed dark altar and muttered to himself in disbelief. "The Great Shaman personally predicted that in the near future, the Dragon Tree will wither and wither.
, we can take the opportunity to corrupt it and turn it into our most powerful war tool. The Spring Bud Forest will fall, and the Summer Palace will tremble.
When the sky tears apart and the earth collapses, we will become the co-owners of both the above and below ground, our country will be extremely vast, and our reputation will be unrivaled!
The Great Shaman's prophecy is absolutely correct. Who can tell me why this corrupted altar collapsed? Why is this foolproof mission on the verge of failure? Is the Great Shaman's prophecy wrong? Or are we, the executors, too
Too incompetent? Huh?”
In the end, Prince Elton had turned into a hysterical roar, his evil eyes widened, and he was looking around, as if he wanted to find answers on the faces of those useless giants and slaves, or to vent the anger in his heart.
The number of times it falls on Felix, the undead shaman, is the most frequent.
At this moment, Felix was sweating profusely, as if he had just been fished out of the underground river. He failed again. The Seltvin soul summon returned and failed again.
How is this possible?
It only took them two minutes to get him in.
After discovering that the black tide of corruption had become more serious, he immediately tried to recall him to obtain first-hand information.
But the Seltvan soul didn't respond to his call at all.
He could feel Seltwen's soul, but he didn't respond to him.
Did something unexpected happen inside?
Felix took a long breath and tried to calm down. It was useless to think about this. No matter what, Seltwen must be summoned.
If he couldn't be summoned, he was afraid that Prince Eric would send him in to check the situation in person.
The undead shaman began to chant and cast spells meticulously, sensing Seltvin's soul through the thread between Seltvin's body and soul, and getting in touch with him again. This time, no matter what, he must bring his soul with him.
Come out, even if you use coercive measures to permanently damage the other party's soul consciousness, you will no longer hesitate.
As long as the information they need can be brought out, I believe Prince Elton can understand and don't care about minor accidental injuries and losses.
Where is the soul?
Where is Seltwen's soul?
What made the undead shaman's liver began to tremble was that he searched along the soul line for a long time, but the other end was empty.
His soul was gone, what could he use to bring him back?
Even if the great shaman comes in person, there is nothing he can do about this situation. Only the alien gods can do something about it.
Felix opened his eyes again and found a giant eye close at hand.
A strong fishy stench hit us, just like a dry cesspool that hadn't been cleaned in three years. It was the smell coming from Prince Eric's mouth.
The hot, fishy smell, and the anger contained in it, nearly suffocated the undead shaman.
"Where is Seltwen? Where is Seltwen?" Prince Elton's angry roar was like a thunder that exploded directly in the ears of the undead shaman, almost deafening him.
Felisk bit the bullet and replied dryly: "Selteven is dead!"
"Dead? Of course I know he is dead. Your mission is to revive him. I wanted him to die before, but now I want him to live. I need the information from his mouth. Without information, all altars will collapse.
, when the time comes, not only will he die, but all of us here will die, and they will all become nutrients for corruption!"
"Selteven is completely dead. His soul has died and cannot be resurrected. He has power and is attacking corrupted souls. This is the core pillar of our corruption. When these corrupted souls are purified and eliminated, our corruption will
Will fail." Although Seltvin died, his death was not in vain. At least it gave Felix, the undead shaman, enough inspiration to find the root of the problem.
"Since there are enemies attacking, let's find them and destroy them." The useless giant prince's face was full of ferociousness, and his evil eyes began to look around again.
Kaka! Kaka!
The second and third deformed dark altars heard the sound of shattering bones at the same time, telling Prince Elton in this way that they were on the verge of collapse.
"Go in, all of you, go in, find the enemies, destroy them, I will resurrect you, otherwise you will all die to me, all of you will die to me!" The already anxious Prince of the Waste Giant struck hard with his super-large battle axe.
, putting on a posture of chopping up whoever dares to take a step back.
Escape, these useless giants obviously don't have the courage, not to mention whether Elton will hunt them down afterwards, even if they run back to the Black Mirror Kingdom, without Prince Elton's leadership, they will be regarded as traitors
If executed, the end will be even more tragic.
They don't dare or don't want to enter a state of corruption.
Because who knows what is waiting for them inside. The most important thing is that Elton's character is really not that good. Who knows whether he will really resurrect them or treat them as materials for permanent corruption.
Click! Click! Click!
The cracking sound became more and more urgent, like a life-threatening bell beating constantly.
A cyclops was the first to be unable to withstand the pressure and took the lead towards the nearby deformed dark altar.
Those useless giants still have a choice, but they, the servant race, have no choice at all.
When the remaining two deformed dark altars are shattered, it will also be the time of their death, and their flesh, blood, bones and souls will become the materials for building new altars.
Taking the initiative to go now, there is at least a glimmer of hope of being resurrected, which is much better than having no hope at all.
As soon as the Cyclops approached, the tentacles of the black mist couldn't wait to wrap up and drag his soul directly into the tide of corruption.
The effect was immediate. With strong soul support, the fragmentation of the deformed dark altar immediately stopped.
With this Cyclops taking the lead, three or four Cyclops came out one after another and were swept in.
"What are you waiting for? Do you want to wait until I do it myself?" The useless giant prince stared coldly at the useless giants, exuding strong dissatisfaction.
The combat effectiveness of these few cyclops alone is only the same as that of three useless giants, which is far from enough, far from enough.
Due to Elton's strong pressure, those degenerate giants were not allowed to enter the tide of corruption.
With the power of everyone, no matter what situation they face, they can always give it a try.
With the addition of a large number of derelict giants, the tide of corruption became a real rising tide. Those black mist tentacles directly turned into black mist flames, burning fiercely and wrapping around the two remaining giant dragons.
Tree roots.
As for the broken and corrupted altar, it needs to be repaired before it can continue to be used.
…
"Are you farming monsters?"
Facing the large number of Cyclops and derelict giants charging towards them, Gavin let out a strange cry and teleported back to a safe area with the Dragon Oak team.
Only the Cyclops and the useless giant were left roaring angrily, but they couldn't find any enemies. They had nowhere to vent their anger, so they could only pound the surrounding air with wild hammers.
The entire Dragon Oak Dreamland was shaken, and even the Dragon Oak team, which had just returned to the safe area, could clearly feel it.