Inside the spell scrying room of the Salaver Material Plane, a certain demiplane anchored on the outer layer of the realm, Lysatos' face was stony as he observed the images.
The grand ritual began when the princess left the Green Capital and ventured to the Fortress of Blood Exhaustion, and it must be said that the timing was no coincidence. The Golden Dragon's spying eyes around the green capital gathered around the altar of the temple. On the spot where 11 elves once bled, the high priest of Ophasis was stern and frenzied in his gaze. Due to the after-effects caused by the last forbidden demon realm, half of his hair gray, hands and feet veins like earthworms exposed, wrinkles also crept on the face.
This semi-perishable shell is wielding vitality, throat knot pulsating up and down, reciting the ritual precepts, although the peephole does not spread the sound, but looking at it, I feel a loud voice. Beneath the altar were three times more devotees than last time, and most of these elves were newly baptized. Who would have thought that the final beneficiary of the short defensive war was the pantheon. Although only shallow believers who are not even clear about the doctrine, but enough to provide more faith source power.
At a level invisible to the spying spell, thousands of faith links converged into the center of the altar. Ophasis opened his arms, arms raised high, and drank a fierce doxology, his cheek flesh trembling.
Something descended, crossing the barriers of the Laws of the Realms, tearing through the sticky resistance of space, and a hazy humanoid light stood at the top of the altar. The priests and believers fell down together, either in tears or trembling, but with the same rhythm of praising Nieron.
The image began to distort and distort, this is the higher power of the gods on the peephole disturbance. The light in elven form turned its head to look, and was meeting the sight of Lysatos outside the picture.
The projected light screen between the probe instantly disappeared, and Lysatos knew that the peephole had been destroyed. But only some of the periphery, there are still some eyes of the law were arranged in the distance, the golden dragon connected to them, regained the picture, looking out at the temple belongings.
The princess' expedition was expected, or rather arranged, by Lysatos. It was intended to spill this bait to catch some small fish, such as a diffractive body priest like the chief priest. I did not expect that the residence came to attract the giant shark, Nieron himself.
But what state is that? Definitely not a divine incarnation, or else the movement is more than this one. Nor is it a divine descent, that requires the infusion of the essence into the body of the devotee.
The light shines, the divine power overflows ... incorrectly, I should say that it is the uncontrollable loss of energy that produces the splendid sound and light effect. This is some kind of projection, similar to the [projection art] of mages, dragons and demons. But the gods can't do it, their essential energy exceeds the limits of the material plane, the projection will flow away at ten times or even faster, costing a significant amount of divine energy to appear for a few seconds, which god does not do a loss-making business.
But this one over the green capital is not a pure deity, so make a rubric and project some of the power in. It seems that the recent expansion of believers has left a slight surplus of faith power under the control of the Lord of Rituals. But there should be a great limitation in comparison to the Incarnation and the Holy One.
The Nieron projection responded to Lysatos' speculation with action, and the light mass disappeared. If it had the ability to appear for a long time, the first thing He would do would be to run to the royal palace to summon the entire Garland Nord royal family.
Since the temple has moved, Lysatos will not wait dry. The shark dived underwater, perhaps for the bait, perhaps for the fishing.
Lysatos teleported outside the demiplane and took off with his wings.
"Vlamil, how's it going on your end?"
On the other end of the mind link, Vlamir swallowed a large mouthful of popcorn, which he had made himself with caramel, cream and corn. "Master, I'm watching a passionate group p of humanoids, humans, and beasts."
Lysatos was so angry that he slipped sideways and almost fell out of the air, he connected directly to the vision of the magic eye and observed the situation by himself.
Using [Higher Invisibility], the magic-eyed governor floated in mid-air, watching with interest the battle between the slave catchers and the elves.
Rameshirai hitched up the [Wild Whistling Arrow], aimed at the dogfish, and loosened the bowstring without hesitation. The enchanted arrow shot away like a shooting star, emitting a high-pitched scream as if a sixteen-year-old girl, mixed with the first roar of a giant bear waking up from hibernation, a powerful wave of sound swept through, shaking the human immersed in the dream of getting rich, ears buzzing.
The old dogfish, who had fought and killed in the forest all his life, was incredibly sharp, and when Ramesilai raised his bow, the cold stinging sensation like a mango awakened his instincts. The dogfish slipped and fell to the ground just in time to see the screaming magic arrow fly by and kill one of his own followers.
Rameshirai saw the dogfish lie down swiftly and incomparably, and rolled over while pulling out a small rigid crossbow to counterattack. The ranger dodged the crossbow, and the dogfish had ducked behind a tree, with the top two shoulder areas exposed. Rameshirai drew a +1 enchanted arrow, hoping the indestructible weapon was stained with the blood of his enemies.
The arrow effortlessly shot through the tree, but only took away a jacket. The original dogfish leaned his back against the tree, leaving his clothes behind, and his body slid out like a slime-covered fish.
The ranger gritted his teeth viciously, it seemed there was no chance. The arrow's wild whistling sound wave is actually just a lot of noise, can make the physically weak into a state of shock. But the vicious slave catchers are all strong, painful rubbing their ears to stand up and start fighting back.
Rameshirai took advantage of the fact that the enemy had not fully recovered, and charged forward with his head down, releasing two arrows to scare off the humans and clear the way. The left hand threw out a hooked rope, tugging on a branch to swing over, and the right hand drew its enchanted short sword. A slave catcher holding a wooden shield, trying to knock the ranger down, did not expect a flash of cold light, chestnut wood shield with the head split in half.
Release the hook rope to the ground, Ramesilai immediately rolled, five or six crossbow bolts fell in his position a second ago. This time absolutely can not stop, otherwise it is turned into a sieve.
Three men were stabbed down in quick succession, and a sinister crossbow shot was fired at the chest. Rameshirai turned his body so hard that his muscles tore from the violent change of direction. Ramesile didn't see who it was, but he knew it was bound to be the dogfish, the cunning old man who accurately judged the ranger's landing spot.
Forward progress was interrupted when a short knife with a barb slashed into Ramses' back, cutting a bloody groove. A feathered arrow hits the attacker, and Ramsilai looks back as Drusillia looks resolute and continues to release arrows to cover Ramsilai.
"Seems like a dependable comrade." The ranger smiled sardonically and kicked the enemy away as he had penetrated the enemy line. Rameshirai lunged and hung directly onto the trap net containing the unicorn. The humans, afraid to use their crossbows again for fear of shooting the perfect silver-white fur, rushed up in a fury.
"Loose the net!" Rameshirai shouted.
Drusillia turned her bow and stood at the edge of the cliff and shot at the humans hanging below. The slave catchers on the cliff face did not go up because they had to hold on to the rope of the net, and only a loud whistling sound was heard, and then chaos, confused as to whether they were under attack or infighting. Two arrows shot down two men, the princess is getting used to killing.
Lacking two pulls, the rope hanging the trap net gave away some, and Rameshirai kicked the tree, shaking the net with it.
"Cut the net! He's going to swing down there!" The dogfish in the grass jumped out and shouted, but the effect of the wild whistling arrow had not yet worn off, and the slave catcher's hearing had not returned.
Shot down one more, the rest of the men clung to the cliff wall, not giving Drusillia the angle to release the arrow, but this also can not care about pulling the rope. Tugging the net of Rameshirai out of an arc, swinging beyond the cliff, falling down.
Drusilla saw the right moment, jumped up and grabbed the net. When the slave catchers ran to the edge of the cliff, they could only watch in disbelief as the two elves and unicorns fell to the ground together.
When they thought the elves were dead, Druhiria and Rameshirai threw their hands, pushing the net to the top of the tree, and the two elves landed on their feet, then rolled to unload the force. Then they carried the unicorn that had slipped from the tree and disappeared into the bushes.
"How is it possible! The cliff is 16 or 7 sa meters high, how do they ..." Mott was furious, the cooked duck actually flew.
The reason lies in the boots that Rameshirai purchased from the magic store. [light body boots], the representative of good value for money, as long as wearing it, you can ensure that when landing must be two feet on the ground, and no matter what height you fall from, minus 10 Sami height. Ranger captain is very clear about the powerful role of this equipment, so one person a pair, painfully gave 1400 gold coins.
A group of humans cursing on the cliff, Vlamir retracted his eyes. "Interesting, isn't it master? That little ranger has some skills."
"A low-level power contest, boring." Lysatos, who was used to seeing battles between legendary ranks and even gods, scoffed at this. "You continue to keep an eye on Drusillia, and be careful to guard against the Lord of Rituals taking measures."
"Yes."
...
Half an hour later, the team of slave catchers traced the path the two elves had come from and found the slain human.
"It really has nothing to do with me ah ... I don't know when they were switched, looked exactly like myself, and then all of a sudden, suddenly became elves ..."
Eyes full of snot and tears of rotten ears lucky to survive, he was kicked off the cliff when the cliff wall a quick-fingered human caught him. But he was let off the hook by the angry Mott tore off his only ear alive, and will have to change his name to no ear later.
The dogfish grimaced and looked over the bodies of the two men. For no apparent reason, the older class spread a smile, the kind of bloodthirsty smile that comes with finding new prey.
"It's so funny. You see, Billy died after, the two elves killed him in a pincer attack. The key is Deva, look at his footprints, is standing under the tree to urinate, and then ... then the stunned expression, dead without having time to change down. It was a hasty encounter and the two elves were heading east from this road ..."
"To the east? That's out of the forest, what are they doing?"
"Oh, there's our lair there, and also a number of slaves who were not transferred, should go for that." The old man sipped his cigarette hard, his blood was boiling.
"They are going to the Blood Exhaustion Fort! How is this possible ..."
"How is it impossible, two elves can become human all of a sudden, mixing into the Blood Exhaustion Castle is not a problem, there must be other ... magic."
Mott said with some amazement, "Elves really know magic? Then they used to ... shouldn't be. By the way! Last time when we went out, we heard that a dragon flew over the Blood Exhaustion Fortress and took away three slaves, could it be a dragon ..."
"Bah!" Dogfish disdainful glance, "the bastard deacon shirk responsibility of the bullshit you also believe, maybe he embezzled or the elves themselves ran away. My family has been hunters for five generations and can tell you responsibly that there are no dragons in Saraf! Some fools talk about big beasts as dragons and then spread them around, and say that dragons can do magic and talk ... If there really were such animals, I would catch one and raise it!"
Dogfish said, noticing that the mouths of his men were opening wider and wider, and then, a cloud of shadows enveloped him.
Lesatos landed and asked in a deep voice in the common language, "So Mr. Hunter, how do you plan to raise me?"