One hundred and fiftieth chapters ruthless plucking birds
"This is where they are allowed to run rampant!" Seeing several Behemoth warriors looking at him, Prince Benitez felt a little embarrassed. Looking at the retreating figures of those wolf-footed spider chariots, he vomited angrily.
He sighed and said, "If our main cavalry of Moore's saber-tooth chariot is here, if I don't crush them all, I will not be Prince Moore with the noble surname of Raphael!"
"Your Highness, I absolutely believe in the proficiency and bravery of the Moorish warriors. I have experienced this firsthand." Vieri smiled and held up the Prince's stinky feet, and said hypocritically: "But Your Royal Highness,
As your friend, I still have the responsibility to remind you that as far as I know, in the Aegean continent from ancient times to the present, only goblin merchants have the secret recipe to raise large beasts. Even our professional beast trainers from the Behemoth Temple are here.
It’s also a bit unsatisfactory, and Drow are followers of the Rose Spider Queen after all. Their wolf-footed giant spiders must be more convenient and faster in raising and training than Moore’s domesticated saber-toothed beasts. Maybe I shouldn’t say this, but
Quantitative changes can also cause qualitative changes..."
"What you said does make sense." Prince Benitez was also filled with emotion: "So far, we only have 250 chariots. In order to train saber-toothed beasts, a large number of moles are sacrificed every year.
Life, and these damn drow, wolf-footed spider chariots are worth a thousand times!"
"The gap of one to four is still acceptable." Vieri comforted the prince while silently taking note of the opponent's cavalry strength with ulterior motives.
If such a stupid chariot were to be driven in the Danube Wasteland, it would definitely have to choose its own path in autumn. If it were to pass through a field of wild meadows as tall as a person, the grass stems would definitely jam the wheels. Vieri thought secretly.
I wonder what the scene was like when he collided with Collina's cavalry? In Vieri's mind, a scene of a mammoth crushing a wolf-footed spider "cracked" appeared in Vieri's mind, and he almost laughed out loud on the spot.
"Drow's spider mount is really good. It has eight legs. It climbs up very steadily and well. I find that I still lack a mount." After hearing Wei Heizi and the prince discussing cavalry, the little giant Iverson was seduced.
When something sad happens, he sighs for a while.
"Dashuai Ma doesn't have a mount either. It's a pity that this guy is afraid of heights, otherwise I would have to give him a two-headed chimera this time." Fei Luo also felt a bit out of place.
There are actually two Dragon Guards who are still at the Daben level, which is really frustrating.
"There is a kind of giant sword spider here in Drow that is very suitable for your body shape. Each Rose temple will raise one to guard the home. Ask your boss to get one for you... Well... But
It may be more difficult, after all, it is something from the temple." His Highness Benitez glanced at Iverson, and the prince felt a little strange, why would a dwarf ask for a mount for him? The dwarves on the surface are really interesting.
Iverson didn't know that after he dressed up his boss, no one knew him as a pure-blooded giant anymore. He was still obsessed with fantasizing about his mount. After hearing the prince's words, his eyes suddenly lit up.
Maybe he himself didn't expect that there was actually a mount suitable for his body type.
"What do you want them to do? We can think of other ways..." Fei Luo touched his chin, looked sideways at the little giant, and winked.
The three scums all made a brief exchange of understanding with their eyes, and laughed knowingly at each other.
Prince Benitez of Moore did not notice this small detail. His eyes were attracted by the wax-melting demon at the door of Rose Temple. As an hourglass for calculating the fallen ritual, the flames on this wax-melting demon did not know what it was.
It has turned into a dark blue color since then. Although there is still a little bit of wax left and is almost on the verge of burning out, the dark blue flames are obviously not as fast and powerful as when they burned originally.
This turn of events left Prince Moore a little confused. He had never heard of such a situation happening in the drow's depravity ritual! I haven't seen Richard come out for such a long time. Is there really any hope that the depravity ritual will succeed?
Prince Moore found that his heart was beating suddenly, and his fingers subconsciously wanted to grab something. He turned around and was about to say something to the three jade guards, but found that the three sneaky figures were already stepping on the ground with their arms swaying.
Climbing up the steps of the Rose Temple, two burly and majestic figures grabbed a few elf priests at the door. After a while, a short figure ducked into the temple through the gap between his legs.
His Royal Highness the Prince shrugged his eyebrows.
The dark cyan flame left on the ground by the Wax Melt Demon jumped once, flashed twice, and finally went out. A vague sound of blessing rippled over the Rose Temple, and a white streak shot up into the sky.
The beam of light pierced the sky and refracted to the depths of the distant horizon in all directions. Sparkling fragments like stardust scattered like snowflakes that had been sung in the hearts of the underground fallen elves for countless years but had never been seen before.
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Miracle! This is definitely a miracle! Prince Moore’s mouth opened into an O shape. The happiness came so suddenly, but it was so unbelievable. Although he had been longing for this news to appear, when it really happened
When it came, even the Moorish blood elves, who were outsiders, felt that they had not yet had time to prepare themselves mentally for this gift from God.
Countless dark elves bathed in divine grace took to the streets one after another, waiting as dumbfounded as the blizzard-like stardust fell on them bit by bit, and the flowing starlight quietly penetrated into everyone.
The body of the dark elf changed from bright to dark, quietly turning into no trace.
Vieri and Feiluo were also dumbfounded. They raised their heads in a daze and looked around at all the drow elves within sight. After the starlight penetrated their skin, the skin of each dark elf was changed from
The color that was originally as smooth as black satin quietly reflected a bright light from the inside to the outside. This bright light changed from blue to silver, just like the gentlest moonlight pouring on every inch of the drow's body, like water.
After the moonlight expanded and converged again and again, it finally settled down.
The unique dark complexion of the dark elves disappeared, and their skin completely turned into a light purple, with a layer of mercury-like luster flowing on it, as if time had left them forever under the starry sky and moonlight, each one
A small glow shone in the dark elf's pupils, and the pointed ears slowly extended outward, like a small bamboo shoot that thrived in the spring rain. The pointed ears, which were originally level with the temples, gradually became slanted.
Stretching to the back of the head, it looks like a pair of long flying wings.
"I, Di Polo, these ears don't look like those of an elf, but rather those of the bunny-headed man from the LeBoai tribe of Behemoth." Vieri muttered carelessly.
"Obisrachi! This hair looks like a beggar crawling into a grass nest." Fei Luo laughed loudly and pointed at the long black-purple hair of the elf priest next to him. Now every dark elf has it at the end of his hair.
The small locks turned into vines, completely naturally formed, and very green.
A dark elf looked at his hands and body in disbelief, looking up and down ecstatically, with a devout prayer, a not clear but real ripple rippled from his side, this dark elf
It completely disappeared. In addition to being illuminated by the underground sun, a round cake-like shadow remained on the ground. This drow could be said to have completely disappeared from everyone's sight.
"Shadow Escape." Prince Benitez of Moore cursed with no grace: "Fuck! He really turned into a night elf!"
Judging from the expressions on the faces of the blood elf knights on the side, Moore seems to hope that these dark elves can be successfully transformed into night elves, but he is also a little reluctant. The irreconcilable contradiction makes their handsome faces distort.
The dark elves are already immersed in the joy of becoming night elves, and more people are experimenting with their new abilities. Compared with the lost talent of "deep darkness", they seem to be not yet proficient in it.
Use new talents and abilities.
The joy of Drow and the loneliness of Moore turned the entire Mozobrada into an ukiyo-e with a mixture of sorrow and joy, showing the vicissitudes of the human world.
Liu Zhenshao appeared quietly at the door of the temple, wrapped in a purple cloak he found somewhere, quietly, with a slight haggard look on his face, but his eyes were shining brightly, standing behind him
The little giant Iverson followed suit with a satisfied look on his face. He was indeed the powerful Typhon giant. Iverson was holding a huge chrysalis-like object on his shoulders as if nothing had happened. This snow-white chrysalis was more than two meters high.
He was nearly twice as big as him. Looking at the little giant's eyebrows and smiles, he looked like a fifty-year-old bachelor marrying an eighteen-year-old daughter-in-law.
"How did you do it? How did you do it? Did the Falling Ceremony succeed?" Prince Moore's face was filled with surprise and disbelief. He opened his arms and faced Liu Zhensha. He almost fell down before he even took two steps.
The flaps of his trousers seemed to fall down, revealing the red underpants underneath, causing a mess at the prince's feet.
"Damn it! Who stole my belt!" Prince Moore could no longer restrain his anger, and let out a violent roar at the surrounding drows. During the group fight just now, the crowd was crowded,
The belt must have been removed at that time.
"Your Highness Benitez! Pay attention to your appearance!" Mistress Youyue'er and seven other drow mistresses also appeared at the door of the temple. They all leaned against the edge of the door frame weakly, their hands and feet looking weak.
After Mistress You Yue'er gently replied to Prince Moore, she kept holding her heart and gasping for air.
"Pay attention to your appearance! The light is shining on your heads!" His Royal Highness was obviously completely out of control because of his anger. He didn't even think of picking up his pants. He pointed at the mistresses tremblingly and cursed: "You drows
They were all thieves! They were fucking professionals! They were all designed, and they swarmed me... Uh-huh... and then stole my storage belt!"
"You..." The matrons looked at the drows on the street who were cheering loudly for transforming into night elves, and after thinking about it, they suppressed their anger: "Please calm down! My prince! Something has been lost.
It can always be found.”
"Elves are originally cold-blooded, how can I stay calm? Damn it, I'm almost turning into a volcano now!" Prince Benitez waved his fist and shouted: "Do you know what's in my storage belt? Then
But they are all the treasures of our Raphael family, including Tuodu! I..."
"The whole city is under martial law, Mafa!" After hearing the blood elf prince's words, Mistress Youyue'er's face changed slightly, and she immediately gave an order to the elf priest beside her.
Several other matrons discussed in low voices and pointed at His Highness the Prince. The drow were very efficient. The two-headed chimera in the air immediately began patrolling. After a while, there was also a sound from the other end of the city gate.
The sound of the suspension bridge being folded made the whole city of Mensobrada abuzz with excitement.
"Your Highness, you don't need to carry particularly valuable things with you. Didn't your housekeeper even remind you of this?" Mistress You Yue'er said, looking at His Highness Benitez with half annoyance and half anxiety.
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After hearing this, the prince almost couldn't breathe.
Vieri and Fei Luo greeted the boss, Liu Zhancheng nodded to them, Guoguo rode a parrot and screamed into Lao Liu's arms, winking and winking, her little paws showing treasures
As if dangling in front of Liu Zhenhan's eyes, the bright emerald space ring slipped through one bright light after another.
"Please forgive me, I am really too tired. Please allow me to leave temporarily and go to the post house to have a rest." Liu Zhenzhen hugged Guoguo and the parrot and nodded to the matrons and the prince: "Congratulations, prince.
Your Highness, it turns out that this year is your birth year."
Only then did His Highness remember to hurriedly pick up his trousers to cover the red pair of obscene trousers.
"Your Excellency, Watcher, we haven't had time to thank you yet." A matron seductively pulled Liu Zhenzhen's mithril arm. If this action were done by others, Old Liu would definitely think it was artificial, but now he
I think it is delicate and lovely.
Seeing the ambiguous smile of Priest Behemoth, the matron twisted her body and prepared to lean over.
"A ceremony is a ceremony. Don't get mixed up. Let's forget about that relationship from now on." Lao Liu remembered the business and immediately stopped his smile.
Don't let the jealous people in your family know about this, so they quickly nip this bad relationship in the cradle. Old Liu fell out as soon as he said he wanted to, coolly turned around and left with a few guards, without even looking back.
"Who does he think he is?" The matron said just now, looking at the back of Old Liu with a little anger, as he walked away.
"He is Behemoth that neither you nor I can afford to offend." Mistress You Yue'er gave the mistress a blank look.
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I'm going to Nanjing tomorrow to attend a writers' gathering. I'll be back on the 21st. The update on the 20th will be written in advance and updated for the editor. I may not be able to come back in time on the 21st, so I'd like to say hello first. (To be continued)