With the end of the black rainy night, the entire Austrian continent is like an awakening beast. The poor are like this, the nobles are like this, the major principalities are like this, and the palace is naturally like this.
There are many ways to establish relationships between people. Just like Queen Isabella and the Dark Elf clan, the former is a madman who longs for war, while the latter is a true believer in chaos and blood.
Or, like Medea, she transformed herself into a savior, and then stood in front of the dying traveler with an indifferent expression, scattering the water.
The trolls and the orcs originally came from the same origin, but they were always marginalized, which is why they made the joke that shocked the world.
After tens of millions of years of reproduction and reproduction, the trolls still cannot change their fate of being sparsely populated, and they can only follow the lead of the pure-blood elves.
But no race wants to be so subordinate to others. Just when Medea came to find her, she seemed to be hands-on and sincerely willing to make friends.
Medea's condition is also very simple. As long as it can help her gain a foothold in the ancient city, any condition can be exchanged.
As a result, a strange picture unfolded. The left half was shrouded in mist, and Queen Isabella stood in the woods, with blood-red eyes flashing around her.
In the right half of the scroll, Medea has the blue sky above her head and steps on the wasteland. The blood silkworms in her belly shrink and tremble with her heartbeat, and the stench fills the iron pot behind her.
On the second day of the Snow Moon, Queen Isabella and Medea were sitting in the stone tower, drinking hot tea and chatting, like the closest sisters.
But the two teams left separately from the Secret Magic Market. They walked at both ends of the bluestone road. This situation finally ended outside the Miracle Plain.
"Can I know the reason, young killer?" the old man asked first.
"Because we are enemies, no matter how you look at it." The young man looked at the sky and replied softly.
"This is the Miracle Plain, and it is still the Snow Moon. Although the killer is powerful, he cannot disappear out of thin air." The old man said again.
"I am a fighting spirit user, and you are a magic user. If you walk side by side with me, you have already lost." The young man replied again.
Three hours later, the two teams arrived at the border of the royal city. There was only a shallow stream between this place and the Principality of Xisai. Although it was a bit desolate, it was the most ideal fighting place.
At the same time, they slowly retreated, and finally formed a circle with a diameter of more than ten meters. The five people on the left side took out their bows, arrows and daggers, while the four people on the right side untied the leather ropes of their spears.
The two leaders waved at the same time, making the already bleak Miracle Plain even more desolate. The cold wind roared and the goshawks flew by. The young man tightened the short blade in his hand, and the old man opposite sacrificed the skeleton of a giant python. p>
As a two-winged killer of the dark elves, the young man has his own mission. It is a memory imprinted deep in the soul, and it is the hope of living.
As a high-level witch doctor of the troll tribe, the old man visited the astrologer in the tribe before this trip. But the answer he got was only four words: "Enough is enough."
The two of them did not make any move, but the fighting spirit was surging in the young man's body, while the old man's spiritual energy was leaking out. The battle was about to break out, and the dark elves cut their palms, which was a sign of respect for the strong.
As for the troll warriors, they also murmured the holy texts of their ancestors. Then a chilling aura spread out, which was proof of their recognition of the opponent's strength.
The young man adjusted his state to the peak, then raised his head and looked at the other party with a smile. Seeing this, the old man grasped the giant python skeleton floating in the air, and blurted out the secret method of the troll.
"The poisonous sting tears the white cocoon, the neurotoxin breaks through the silk sac, violent, predatory, the underground nest collapses, and in front of you is the host, the poisonous explosive spider!"
I saw the giant python skeleton in the old man's hand twisting slowly, and then emitted dazzling fluorescence. These fluorescences condensed into entities like water droplets, and in an instant they transformed into poisonous spiders.
Explosions were heard everywhere, and more than fifty palm-sized spiders shot toward the young man, exploding into pieces of venom upon contact.
"Substitute technique!" As soon as the young man blurted out his words, his body seemed to turn into a shadow and disappeared out of thin air.
"Apply poison! Sonic throw!" The young man appeared in mid-air at an unknown moment, fused his body with the short blade, and stabbed the old man at high speed.
Ding! With a crisp sound, the young man turned over and jumped back to where he was, while the old man's python skeleton was trembling slightly, bursting out bursts of psychic fluorescence.
"It's my turn to attack this time, Shadow Step!" The young man didn't give the other party time to adjust his breathing. With a soft cry, the figure disappeared again.
This is the signature combat skill of the dark elf killer. Not only is it extremely weird, but no one has ever cracked it, even those powerful divine knights and great magisters.
The old man suddenly slapped his hands together, and with this movement, the fluorescent python skeleton became even more dazzling.
The old man did not get rid of the delusion of Shadow Step, but he knew that the other party must be hiding around. He saw the giant python's skeleton began to rotate at high speed, and even let out a faint beast roar.
As a two-winged killer, the young man did not attack rashly. Waiting is a virtue, and it is the best way to consume the opponent's spiritual energy.
As time passed by, the old man continued to consume the spiritual energy in his body, but he also guessed the other party's plan. Presumably, the other party would only launch a fatal blow when he ran out of energy.
The old man sighed, then opened his mouth and bit his finger. The blood was instantly absorbed by the python's skeleton, and the originally pale skeleton turned blood red.
"The bright red eggs turn into nymphs, the half-moon film listens to the death knell, hatches, eats, covers the dark clouds, the greedy cochlea chest, the bloodthirsty locust swarm!"
This is the secret method of the trolls that only high-level wizards can understand, and it is also the old man's biggest killing move. He has no fear in his heart at this time, because everything has been doomed.
Since the astrologer in the clan said that he is still alive, there is no way that he will die in the Miracle Plain. No matter if the other party is the Dark Elf Killer or King Ogu.
After the secret technique was completed, nearly a hundred insect eggs were seen flashing in the sky, and then they turned into adult insects instantly. The huge hind legs were covered with barbs, and the blood-red eyes looked around.
These crimson locusts are suspended around the old man. As soon as the young man appears, they will swarm up and eat his bones and heart.
"You won, but you can't kill me." The young man walked out from the figure of a troll warrior, which almost scared him to death.
"But I also lost, because your level has not yet reached the three-winged realm, and I am a high-level witch doctor." The old man waved his hand to dispel the secret technique and took back his magical weapon, the giant python skeleton. "If you are willing, you can come to Bingji City to find me at any time. You are a qualified opponent." The old man said again.
"There is no need. I will kill you the next time we meet." After leaving these words, the young man took the lead and walked out of the Miracle Plain.
In the cold wind, the old man watched the other party leave. Although the troll warriors around him were happy, they did not dare to be too presumptuous in front of the old man.
But Isabella and Medea, who were far away in the palace, knew nothing about it and were still chatting about insignificant gossip.