Lesatos walked out of the semi-plane gate and blew his wings into the airspace filled with clouds in the forest of Tiya.

So far, everything has been going well. The unicorns tear apart the elf's defenses and open up trade channels. In just half a month, the relationship between the Garlanderd royal family and the dragon became tighter, and the tension with the temple also climbed straight.

It is time to slow down. The elves' orders are ten times longer than those of humans, and the pace of life is naturally slower than one-tenth. Too intense internal changes may backfire.

Lesatos lowered his height and avoided a thick cloud of rain. Fire-attributed creatures did not like the humid air. As soon as he lowered his head, the gray-green figure of the elf ranger flashed through the forest.

They are sentinels who are following the dragon, but the task at this time should be to escort the Master of Flame to the Green City, mainly to avoid the temple personnel from doing "irrational" actions on the way back and forth.

When he learned that Ofascist invited him, Lesatos was still a little surprised. The great priest or the one standing behind him was more decisive than he expected. But the dragon happily went there, and he also needed the opportunity to deeply understand the power of the Lord of the Rites. Why did a true god not give the priest the divine art? Should he refuse or cannot? The difference between the two will have a significant impact on Lesatos' plan.

As he approached Green City, he saw the inspiring team.

The royal ritual officer waited calmly and calmly, and he shouldered an important responsibility. In his opinion, it was ridiculous to welcome a beast in such a big battle, and he had to be polite. The arrogant elf said to himself, I am the noble Tiya, no matter how vicious the beast is, I cannot lose my demeanor.

Suddenly, Lesatos covered the sunlight, and the strong wind brought by the dragon wings blew the crooked flag. The golden dragon landed with a bang.

The elf opened his mouth wide and his knees trembled involuntarily, but when he faced the existence that needed to look up at ninety degrees, his previous bold words were hidden in the cave of shame. You should know that only Druciliya and Ramesilai who had really come into contact with Lesatos.

The ritual officer gritted his teeth and said loudly: "Welcome to Master Jingyan, I am the official sent by the royal family to lead you. I represent Tiya..."

Lesatos glanced around, his majestic eyes caused a burst of uneasiness and panic. These elves, the dragon, smiled secretly. Although the decision was decisive, the murder plan was too simple and vulgar.

Lesatos waved his hand to interrupt the long welcome speech of the elves who called himself "royal official". "Lead the way."

The ceremonial officer choked, was it exposed? Cold sweat flowed down his forehead. No matter how much psychological preparation was made in advance, it would be unimaginable to face the pressure of the dragon in person.

"Okay, OK. Please go here. The banquet is on the other side of Green City, so we don't pass through the gate of Broken Star Lake. Your Majesty and the Princess have been waiting for a long time."

The dragon followed, and he was very curious now. What kind of trap can a group of priests who cannot cast it? I hope it is not a big pit crossbow chariot that laughs at the dragon's big teeth.

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"It's gone? A dragon that is half the height of the royal watchtower, tell me that it's gone!"

Druciliya completely abandoned her ladylike demeanor and roared at the stalking ranger. In order to prevent the assassination of the temple, the jungle between the Semiplane Gate and the Green Domes patrolled every 5 Surrey. The tableware and food used by the dragon were repeatedly inspected to ensure that there were no poisons. But an accident still happened.

"The last time we saw Master Jingyan was with the Leather Officer, and then he disappeared."

The princess was stunned. The ritual officer was indeed sent by the royal family, but he should be rewarded at this time, and the location where he attracts guests is not right.

"Traitor..." Druxiliya gritted her teeth. It was unexpected that the temple had such deep penetration. She quickly untied her gorgeous and heavy dress and told her subordinates: "Master Yi Yan is not a squirrel. If she can hide such a big goal, she will only be on the west side of the Green City, the private area of ​​the temple, which is the place where the birthday ceremony is held. Immediately repay my father."

The Ranger was anxious: "Your Highness! Almost all the guards in the temple are there, you can't go by yourself!"

Druciliya took out his short bow, which had never been stained with the blood of living beings. "Don't worry, the temple will not attack me directly, that was the beginning of the division."

Half an hour later, Druciliya and his 100 rangers came to the temple. It was strange that there was no guard on the periphery, so they entered directly. What came into view was the grand altar of the Lord of the Rites. Under the 12 white jade pillars engraved with praise, a high-level priest stood each of them. Under the highest pillar, the Ofascist priest kneeled down and ignored the murderous princess.

What's the situation? There are only a few priests and guards in front of the altar, and other believers stand in a row, holding the divine emblem and facing the princess with their backs. From a distance, you can see that they are forming a big circle, and the elves in front of them are just a corner of the circle. Intuition tells Druciliya that the target is in this circle.

“Get out of here!”

"The ritual of the supreme is underway. Even a step into the forbidden land is an insult and blasphemy to our Lord, and the war will arise."

Druciliya's chest was fluctuating violently, and her anger was not because the temple used the same reasons as hers. Instead, they tried their best to kill the future of the elves, and shamelessly threatened the royal family with the future. The princess probably rushed in directly... No, the fanatical spirit of these charlatans may not worry about the civil war, and they will definitely draw their swords to fight back. Tiya is already fragile enough, and a split fight can destroy everything.

"Scattered the investigation, there may be omissions in such a large range." Druciliya was impatient. Even if the Elf King brought the entire sect of the Moat Rangers, the situation would not change. Once again, she could only hope that Lesatos could come out safely. This feeling of placing hope on others was really bad.

After half an hour, the murderer, who was full of entangled, was frightened to lead the way, while the victim was leisurely observing the scenery, coughing from time to time, and then watching the ritual jump up like a rabbit hit by an electric shock, which was really interesting.

After coughing twice, the cold sweat on the ritual officer was enough to take a bath. He thought that it was easy to sacrifice heroically for faith as described in poetry, but the process before heroism was really tormented. At this time, the dragon suddenly stopped and he took another bath.

"Master Jingyan?" asked the ritual officer in a trembling voice.

Lesatus focused on the scene in front of him and ignored him. All the elves, including the priests, could not see anything special, but in the eyes of the dragon that was constant [Secret Vision], there was a huge spiritual realm in front, covering the temple territory in the shape of a bowl. This spiritual realm is generally conducted by believers on a large-scale prayer ceremony at the altar. The majestic power of faith triggered the resonance of the gods and was temporarily formed. The effect is similar to the magical mystery lock, which can form specific regional effects, such as expelling undead creatures, medical bonuses, etc., but the duration is only a few hours.

The ritual officer was almost crazy, and the first murder in his life was even more difficult than he thought. He could not see the light of inspiration, but knew that the dragon stopped outside the dividing line between the holy objects and the emblem of the gods. Lesatos only took a step forward and his mission was completed, and then he got rid of this terrifying monster.

Lesatos stretched out his front paws, and the ritual officer showed joy. Lesatos suddenly withdrew his front paws, and the ritual officer sweated heavily. He stretched out and retracted again. In this way, the ritual officer collapsed and found that the dragon was playing with him.

Lesatos was very excited and asked, "What would you do if I flap my wings and fly away now?"

The ritual holder was in tears, and it was so tiring to live.

Haha, the entertainment time ended here, and I changed back to the mage's calm thinking mode. Although it was risky, the trap was also an opportunity. The priests of the Lord of the Book did not use divine power, so this might be the only opportunity to deeply understand the nature of Nielon's divine nature. After measuring the pros and cons, checking the protective spells on their bodies and the equipment in the dimensional bag, Lesatus stepped in one step.

At the same time, Ofascist, who was meditating with his eyes closed in the distance, suddenly shouted: "Praise you! The guardian of the elves, the barometer of the nobles, the defender of tradition, and the teacher of etiquette. Praise you! The Neelon of Halloween!"

"Nielon of Halloween!" Hundreds of priests and more temple guards responded with a loud bang. Eleven high-level priests stood under the pillar and began to pray with actions that were exactly the same as the Grand Priest. Twelve voices gathered into one. Other elves walked towards the predetermined place and surrounded the spiritual realm.

In the realm, Lesatus sensed that the light of inspiration surged, and there were vague prayers everywhere. The surrounding area of ​​the realm had been closed by invisible holy power.

【Dancing Light Technique】

The light ball flashed abnormally on the dragon's claws, like a flame that pulled out the lamp oil, and struggled for two times and went out.

So that's it, a man-built dead magic zone. As a god in charge of the etiquette in the Tiya Forest, the elves exercised etiquette and the rituals could greatly enhance the power of Nielon, so this realm is more powerful than I thought. Within the realm of the spiritual light, all the connection between Lesatos and energy was disconnected, and spells, magical arts, and spells were suppressed. The dimensional bag could not take out things, and even the dragon breath could not take effect.

From this point of view, we can infer a small amount of information. Saravo has no magic net and the concept of magic is also unclear. Nielon's ability to create a dead magic zone shows that he is not a turtle god with a narrow perspective.

The dragon cannot be used to use magic and will not die. The real enemy is still inside, and Lesatus continues to go deeper.

The chief priest looked at the reflection in the water. On the left was still a pious elves, and on the right was an ugly demon with sharp teeth and horns. The asphalt horny spread from the top of his head to the soles of his feet, looking like two different creatures cut in half and put together. His right hand was twice as big as his left hand, and the surface was full of spikes. He held his hands together, and the chief priest prayed.

He hated this appearance when he first obtained it. But now he was deeply ashamed of his hatred, which was Neelon's punishment and inspiration. Like the hideous scar of a warrior, the chief priest believed that as long as he followed the ritual path, the scar would be replaced by a medal of glory.
Chapter completed!