Lamecile turned around and gasped, and there were actually 26 elves, and the compass could only teleport 25.

What went wrong? Ranger thought that Master Jingyan should not sell counterfeit goods, and there was no benefit in this way. It should be that Virlit... The picture flashed back to when the businesswoman asked the [Flash of True Knowledge], the prerequisite set by her was "he was arrested in this war."

Lamesilai resisted and looked back at Madam Lax. The old lady didn't know how long she had been in the Blood Fighting Castle.

At this time, the elves probably understood that something was wrong, and someone might want to stay. No one dared to take the lead and say let me go, but they all looked at the princess with pleading eyes. 23 The few minutes when the sad eyes left on Druciliya were the most difficult experience in her life, and even after many years, she was still scared.

Druxiliya opened her mouth and closed her mouth, and she couldn't say a word.

Lamesilai gritted his teeth and said, "Give me the potion of qi-forming body shape, I'll leave it."

"You can't run far, those humans..."

"I take the liberty to interrupt the two of you." Lux interrupted. She was the only prisoner who did not show a pity, with a solemn and calm expression, as if he wanted to attend a etiquette teaching course. "Don't forget the responsibility, the ranger. Reckless sacrifice is no greater than protecting his compatriots. The former is just a useless false reputation, and the latter has a future. If you want to stay, you have to choose from others."

Lamecile became popular again: "What do you mean is to provoke a cruel screening before leaving? Let's see who has a low survival value and then abandon it?"

"No." Lux said calmly. "I'll stay."

All the elves were shocked. Ramesilai was about to speak when the noise from the humans outside started again.

Pigfish was anxious, although it seemed calm. In the corner of his heart, he tried his best to explain to someone who dominated his life and death.

"Please don't worry, you will soon consume the reserves of the elves and capture them alive in front of you."

"Give me some more time! It's soon, it's soon..."

The voice became sharper and louder, urging him to rush forward and tear the dogfish's consciousness. When the giant beetle rushed up, the sound gained the upper hand, and the green flames rose again in the eyes of the slave leader.

The slave hunters held iron shields and charged, wanting to push the big bugs that also charged up. At the moment of the collision, humans found that the power of the insects was misjudged, which was like hitting a mudslide. The giant beetle was thrust forward quickly against a group of humans. The slave hunters were crowded and pushed. Until more than thirty strong men pushed one after another, the team did not retreat, but the guys holding the shield at the front were already crushed to pieces and were unable to form human form.

The pike couldn't bear it and rushed up to stop the struggle. He squeezed into the front and punched hard. Cracked on the beetle's body surface, and the legs of the six arthropods were weak and almost fell down.

The green and dark fire was lit, the beetle was roaring sharply, shaking its head and waving its tail and rolling. In less than half a minute, the majestic big bug turned into residue, and the stench of sulfur filled the entire passage. Humans were immediately respectful and afraid of pikes, and no one dared to look at his terrifying eyes.

At the end of the passage, Lamecile couldn't understand the situation. He only knew that the beetle was dead and the caltrops on the ground were not very effective. He took out his last killing move, the weapon of mass destruction that the Demon Eye Supervisor strongly recommended, the Fireball Necklace.

The string of fiery red beads was packed in a shock-proof box. Although Ramesil didn't understand the explosion, he believed that Flamil's careful movements when he picked up the necklace meant extreme danger. The ranger tied the necklace to the feather arrow and shot it from a distance, then immediately closed the door of the prison room and held it hard.

The pike's psychological warning was heard, and decades of intuition made him turn around and hide in the crowd regardless of everything.

"Boom!"

Lamecile still underestimates the power of fireball, especially in narrow passages. The sudden expansion of air that expanded thousands of times by heat formed a shock wave. The humans in the corridor were fired out like shells, and then licked the flames.

Lamecile was hit by the bombed prison gate, and a large mouthful of blood was spurted out. Other elves hid behind the torture instruments, but they were not injured.

At the beginning of the corridor, the dogfish staggered up, its nose full of the aroma of barbecue. Dozens of slave catchers flew with flesh and blood, and their limbs and broken arms were covered all over the ground. The dogfish was protected by the turbid fire, and its injuries were not fatal, but they were also extremely serious. The most troublesome thing was that the power in his body rolled and surged, and he was trembling all over.

"...I still have a chance, please don't...I can..." Pigfish explained desperately.

They are about to teleport away, you have wasted my gift, and the voice said so.

The pike felt the internal organs stirred, choking the throat and making it difficult to breathe.

"Boss! What's wrong with you?" Mot outside heard a loud noise and rushed in and grabbed the pike.

The pike's face was purple and suddenly a black turbid current spurted out, and Mott's head and face were covered with scars. Mott screamed, the black thing was full of big leeches with two fingers, twisting on his face with mucus, and nipped his mouth to bite his skin.

Mot could even hear the sound of leeches sucking blood. He tried his best to shake it, but he couldn't shake it off at all. In just over a dozen seconds, the strong man was like a dried fruit, shriveling.

The skinny corpse fell down, and he called out the last time he died, but he couldn't shout.

The pike first vomited, then opened his mouth wide, and thousands of black soft crawlers rushed out, crawling all over their bodies. The leeches were entangled and bonded to each other. Not long after, a monster of 3 sam high and composed of countless crawlers formed. He retained the shape of human hands and feet, and the concave and convex head, and two green lights were shining.

The former slave-capturing leader eventually became a victim of the gods. His proud wisdom failed to display, and he became a terrifying [Ten Thousand Leek Monster].

[[[CP|W:543|H:553|A:L|U:http://file1./chapters/201311/9/2999853635196370644396250985277.jpg]]]] The monster was heading against the passage and slowly moved towards the punishment chamber.

"What is that?" Druciliya watched countless leeches appear from the smoke and gradually approached.

Larks shot a few arrows, and the arrows penetrated through the black body, without any effect except killing more than a dozen leeches.

"You guys go!" the old elf shouted.

"But……"

"No, but. In terms of age, I have nothing to regret; in terms of identity, courage and fearlessness and integrity are the spirit of the nobles. Your Highness, Princess, please allow me to retain my final honor!"

Druciliya looked unhappy, "Whether you can't survive, whether it's that monster or human, they will torture you the secret of magic."

Lack was not moved at all, and she turned to Ramesilai who was coughing up blood: "Mr. Ranger, please give me a dagger."

Lamecile's face was dim and he handed over the dagger and said, "I apologize to you for my rudeness, Madam. You have let me know the real nobles. The big men in the Green City are only worthy of being students for you!"

Lax was not happy because of the praise. She touched Druciliya's head, "His Royale, I hope Nielon will bless you." After that, she rushed out of the prison door.

Druciliya stretched out her hand speechlessly, but in the end she couldn't keep Lax. She bit her lip and prevented her tears from flowing out. The teleportation array in the punishment chamber emitted a blue light, and all the elves disappeared without a trace.

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Outside the dungeon, Moffetin was frightened. First, there was a loud bang, and a large pile of minced meat was sprayed out. After a while, the Wanlee monster angrily climbed out of the dungeon, and his mission failed.

The guards fled everywhere in fear. Moffetin pinched the box containing mysterious spells and remembered the game of hunting. He threatened the relatives of the guards, and used a lot of money to lure his subordinates, gathered his subordinates and besieged the monsters.

The sword chops the bow and shoots the bow and shoots. The ten thousand leech monster raises his arms and sweeps the living person into a mummy. Moffetin racks his brains and suddenly remembers the "blood-sucking weapon" that the god calls it. Isn't it? And then... salt!

"Go to the kitchen and bring all the salt!"

The guards splashed salt from a distance, and the leech hit the salt and quickly dehydrated and died. Large pieces of leech peeled off, and the monster shrank in half. Then with a bang, the monster exploded directly, and the remaining leech fell on the guards, and there was a burst of ghosts and wolves howling.

Moffetin hid behind the shield, rushed into the place where the monster exploded, touched a handful of sticky body fluid and put it on the box, and locked it open with a click. The Deacon of the Blood Fight Fort was ecstatic.

At this time, he looked up and found that everything was out of control. The fire ignited half of the fortress, and some slave hunters took advantage of the chaos to do their jobs and kill people. The front-line slave hunting base that had been operating for decades was destroyed.

The spell in the box became Moffeting's only way to live. He staggered back to his attic office and locked the door with his backhand. A group of red-eyed bandits came over and slammed the door.

The fire outside the window was burning, and it looked like a doomsday scene. Moffeting took out the note and looked extremely solemn. He was not so serious about the eulogy he gave to his mother.

Moffeting chanted the mantra word by word, without any mistake: "Anyone who does not act like a gangster for the purpose of falling in love is a pleasing goat?"

Bang!
Chapter completed!