Druciliya pulled out the dagger and imitated Ramesilaifei to throw it. With a thunderous sound, it should have hit it, but the guy outside made no sound. What surprised the princess was that the dim eyes were strangely tilted, gradually turning from horizontal to vertical, and then with a slap, his neck broke.

A pair of powerful palms appeared on both sides of the head, Ramesilai showed his face and dragged the body with his broken neck into the shadow.

"Where have you gone?" Druciliya was angry and anxious.

The Ranger touched the shoe prints on his face and said angrily: "When I was about to jump into the door, I kicked me out with a powerful kick, so I had to take the risk of climbing over the wall with a hook rope."

Druciliya was stunned, as if she was dancing herself... the princess blushed and said, "I'm sorry, I'm reckless."

"I haven't talked about this, I've found a place?"

"Our location is northeast, the largest house is the underground floor. But the surrounding area is open and there are arrow towers that cannot be sneaked in."

Lamesilai thought about it for a while and said, "Click the available equipment." After saying that, he untied his longbow. "There are 70 feathered arrows in my true face quiver, including 2 [original arrows], 5 [sleeping arrows], and 1 [high-level magic weapon oil], and [giant stag beetle talisman]."

"I have [Level 3 Monster Summoning Technique] scrolls here, 2 [Dangling Technique] scrolls, and only 1 bottle of potion [Gasification Body]. [Fireball Necklace] 1 string [Bottle of Jumping Tribulus], and the most important teleportation compass."

Lamesila clamped the summoning scroll and said, "Speak to the east and attack the west, come on."

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At the same time, in the office of the tower of the Blood-Devouring Fort, the fortress's defense leader, the senior deacon of the Broken Ears Guild, Moffetin, was saying in a mocking tone: "You want me to hand over the goods to be bait? Are you confused, pirate!"

The old man sitting opposite Moffeting's desk was the pike who survived the disaster. He looked less sleek and more fierce. He retrieved his team members with an order that he could not disobey and rushed back to the Blood Fight Castle. The nameless elf god gave him strength, but it also had side effects. For example, in the face of Moffeting's mockery, a burst of anger emerged from the depths of his soul, trying to turn the hateful guy in front of him into ashes.

Pigfish rubbed her eyes, took a deep breath to suppress her anger, and said, "Just lend it for a while. Old man, I promise you, this is not a trick. Two elves who can use magic are coming towards this. And you can't imagine the power I gain in the forest." Pigfish stared at his old rival and friend who was about the same age as him.

Murphytine has been dealing with Pigfish for more than 20 years, and she never noticed that his eyes were so sharp that he was just lit. The owner of the Blood Eat Castle pretended to pick up a document and blocked his warm vision. "Ha, I said last time that a dragon flew by. What do you think of me? The deacon who was so greedy that he burned his brains? What's the point of talking nonsense with me now? Don't tell me that you have magic too, Pigfish Master..."

Murphytin looked at the document in front of him absent-mindedly, without a word in his heart. Suddenly, he found a small dark green dot in the center of the document. The dot became bigger and bigger, and the green flame spread. The deacon threw the document out with a strange cry, and before it landed, it turned into ashes. The room was filled with the burnt smell of sulfur.

"You..." Moffetin looked at the pirate in disbelief, with dark green flames burning in the old man's pupils. The pirate's eyes turned, and he burned at the lace on the deacon's neck.

"Stop! Stop!" He rushed hard, but could not be extinguished. Murphytin screamed to stop.

The pike closed his eyes and the flame disappeared.

The Deacon of Blood-Eating Castle pulled off his scorched jacket, with a trembling voice, and a joy trembling: "What is this? Where did you get it? Did you meet that dragon? How much does this power cost..."

"Your greed makes me sick, old guy." The chief of the slave arresting leader's voice became even deeper, and a chaotic desire surged into his heart. "With cooperation with me, I will tell you, I'm afraid you won't dare to ask for it then."

"No problem!" Murphytin's face turned red, as excited as if he had taken half a bucket of aphrodisiac. "The elves in the castle are all your orders, but you must first tell the news!"

Kill him! Burn it to ashes! Let his greed go to see the hell...

Angry shout echoed in his ears, and the pike grinded his teeth and decided to pull off one of his arms, so that "cooperation" would be more active.

At this time, there was a noise outside, roar, scream and the noise of the broken wood. The pike walked to the window and looked down. A giant elk was rushing around. It was as tall as 3 sammi and ran and thumped. The horns on its head were twisted and twisted, and its eyes were blood red. It held a guard and swung its neck hard, and it was tearing it in half.

Pigfish sneered: "It's earlier than I expected, and it's more bold. I won't use you anymore, Moffetin." After saying that, he slammed the door and went out. The only target of the elf was the cell, and just wait there.

"What, that deer... come back! I agree to what you say, tell me the news, old friend is back!" Murphytin's tone was shrill. Originally, his senior deacon was shaky, and a large group of wolf cubs stared at Fei Que of the Blood-Eat Fort.

Last time, the dragon robbed the slave and became the handle for the guild to attack him. In order to maintain his prestige, Murphytin tried his best to mobilize all his connections, jumped up and down to promote the warehouse promotion attack of the Southeast Alliance, hoping to use a large amount of goods to restore his status, but it also failed.

He had reached the end and was soon exempted from his existing power. The nobles who lost a large number of private soldiers would swallow him alive. But the pike ignited the last bouquet of hope. As long as he could master the magic, even if he could only light a piece of paper, he was sure to fool the great nobles, even the royal family, and transformed into the "Merphine Sage".

He was strolling in the room with his fingers, thinking about how to threaten the pike to submit. At this time, when Moffeting heard someone enter the room, he immediately said happily: "I knew you would turn your mind..."

Lamesila put the sword tip into the center of Moffetin's eyebrows, looking ruthless. After confirming that there was no one in the aisle, Drucilia locked the door.

"Which finger do you like the most?" asked Ranger.

The deacon swallowed his saliva, and he knew that this was a common deterrent method. He said that if he liked it, he would be cut off. The consequences would be worse if he didn't answer.

"Little, little finger."

The Ranger raised his sword and cut his right hand, except for his little finger, pinching his throat to make his screams dull. "Since I don't like anything else, I'll be kind to help you."

Moffetin was so painful that he almost fell into shock. After a long time, Zhan Zhan trembled and said, "What do you want?"

“Where are our fellow citizens?”

"The central underground prisons are all in more than twenty."

"Turn all the slave-captured people out of the fort."

"How is that possible? Those slave traders don't belong to me directly and I can't move them!"

"Okay." Ramesila sighed and said, "I'll say something different. Which hand and foot do you like the most?"

Murphytin almost cried: "I can! I can, just let me say a few words by the window, and I will never shout."

Lamesil took him to the window, and the deacon of the Blood-Get Fort suffocated his voice and shouted to the guards below: "You pigs! Damn the fools in the woods! Don't worry about the deer. I saw the elf fleeing in the castle, and I'm informing all slave dealers!"

Ramesila whispered: "Two elves, one man and one woman."

"Two elves, one man and one woman! They are about to run away. They are injured, chase them!"

"Yes! Sir." The person below responded.

"Is this OK?" Moffeting turned around and happened to see Ramesil's throat-blocking sword, and fell to the ground and twitched.

The Ranger wiped the blood off and turned around and said to the princess: "Let's go, the elk can deceive the guards, but it must not deceive the pike. Now with this guy covering up, the pike should be transferred away."

Druciliya could see the letters all over the table, and she found that almost all the letters mentioned the golden dragon. It seemed that the owner of the Blood-Devouring Castle was collecting information about the Master of Flame.

"Look at this, it was sent from the westernmost country of Saraph, as well as the pulp mountains to the north, and the Southern Federation. It was mentioned above... My God, the Master of Flame seemed to fly around Saraph for a whole circle before he settled in the forest, and the whole Saraph saw him!"

"What's strange about it? Merchants, you have to be famous. Go quickly, time is tight." Lamesilai urged the princess to leave. As soon as the two elves left, only the dying Moffetin was left in the room. He could feel his life was lost from his blood vessels and spread all over the floor.

At this time, the third wave of visitors arrived. The Demon Eye Supervisor Vramir appeared in the office, looking at Moffetin who was in dying. A subtle light oozed out from his big eyes, and the smile at the corner of his mouth seemed to be like a vampire seeing a girl and a dragon seeing a gem.

"The tentacle control of the Lord of the Rites is waiting. He has ambition but no intention. The beautiful little occupant and straight man ranger are probably going to die. In this way, it's time for me to play a game..."

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Chapter completed!