Unlike their gods, the followers of Nieron are slow to speak and sensitive to act. They have to pray before they act, and place themselves in a sacred position to crush the enemy.
"... We tread over the precipice of thorns, following the vector of order, facing evil directly without timidity, and with blood on our hands without hesitation. For we go straight to the path of the Sword of Ritual, whether abyss or trench, whether volcano or glacier, the faith of our Lord is never hindered, and the noble admonition shall walk with the earth as with the heavens."
Prayer finished, the two half-elves drew their weapons. And the sleepy and dazed Vlamir opened his eyes and asked with a sleepwalking tone, "Finally it's over, what a long foreplay. I say you followers of the Lord of Rituals snogging do not need lubrication, this has the fire-haired lady Shu Ni shrine produced nourishing cream, smooth and cool, and aphrodisiac effect, only 200 gold coins ..."
A firm mind preparation all in vain, the angry elf waved his sword forward, to cut the lustful devil's eye into two.
Several feathered arrows came one after another, all deflected by the invisible stance energy and flew past the devil's eye.
"It's true that you're the one who collaborated with the faithless princess and planted the temple!"
Vlamir squirmed: "Ah ah ah ah, so complimentary people will be embarrassed, said you really do not want to lubricate, I can get a discount. In case if you get a mouthful of flavor more bad, look at this slim rubber set ..."
The two elves have a clear division of labor, a close-quarters and a long-range. The sword-wielding elf who rushed up was trained as a ranger and was exceptionally agile, with a short sword in his left hand like a viper spitting a letter, tricky from the bottom to the top, and a right hand full of barbs and sharp claws hidden in his waist.
Vlamir mouth nonsense, white fluorescent tentacles twisted and wrapped around the sword hilt. "For your pleasure." The white tentacles flickered brightly, tiny electric snakes splintered, conducted along the short sword.
The elves shuddered and smoke rose from their heads. The distant elf shouted the name of God, and a healing light fell on the former's head. The shock was relieved, and immediately reached out his right claw to dig into Flamir's big eye.
A yellow tentacle slashed down at the elf, and the sword-wielding elf reached out and grabbed it with his claws, in a vain attempt to keep the magic eye from moving and being shot. The yellow light rose, the elf felt slippery claws, tentacles giggled and jerked out.
See the other two tentacles also leaned over, the sword-wielding elf had to back up, then look at the right claw, slippery is the acid, strongly corrosive palm scales, pungent smoke.
"You see, the lubrication effect is quite good, to ensure that the gunner cool wow."
The elf moved faster than the magic eye, after retreating to a range where the tentacles could not hit, the sword-wielding elf used a healing spell to heal the wound, enchanted himself with [Resist Acid Energy], [Resist Lightning Energy], and swung his sword to fight again.
The back elf seems to have no partner in the body, he is a priest origin, simply focus on support and healing. He used the second-level divine magic [spiritual energy weapons], summoned a set of bow and arrow, floating in mid-air, a constant source of automatic fire. Then reaching out, the negative energy ray changed into a huge horrible skeleton, expecting to put the demon eyes into a state of panic.
Originated from the alien crystal wall system of the soul three distorted, using the general method to test the devil's eye bizarre nerve, obviously no effect.
"Told you guys so heavy, I have a full set of abuse tools here, only 998 ..." ignored the [panic spell] Flamir changed tentacles, a flame a cold, pumping the elf pain.
The four tentacles of the magic eye governor, respectively with flame, ice, acid, lightning energy. Not very powerful, and must touch the attack to trigger the energy. Originally he was positioned as a spell casting assistant and steward for Lysatos to save spell bits when the Golden Dragon enchanted weapons in bulk. Even legendary mages can only enchant a few dozen items with their daily spell bits.
So there was Flamir, his big eyeball body center, there is a piece of heaven mountain mage workshop imitation Nesser energy nucleus works, can provide a constant source of energy. Although not enough to create an arcane miracle like the floating city, but let the magic eye infinite use of low-level spells, it is really big material.
The two elves were battered and bruised by the shifting energy damage, but the annoying thing about fighting priests is that they can always heal themselves and can convert damage or other types of divine magic into healing.
A long tug-of-war began. The protective energy shields on the elves, which had absorbed too much damage, broke one after another. When healing spells are also not a few left, they realize that they are caught in the consumption of the magic eye downwind. They did not have divinity infusion like the chief priests, just lower level priests, divine spells but level 3, quickly consumed.
Vlamir touched the sword wound at his jaw, crying out in pain and screaming for a raise. That was the only damage the magic eye had taken.
Two stranger elven slayers, in the grace of God but can not even see the face of the princess. Looking at each other, there was no despair and sorrow, only anger and frenzy.
The priest, who had been using divine assistance, shouted the hymns of the Lord of Rituals, then asked his companion to cut off both his arms. The latter placed the severed surfaces under his ribs and used the third-level divine magic [limb fusion], and soon an odd four-armed half-elf appeared.
The wounded man, who had lost too much blood, fell to the ground and was dying. The four-armed elf threw his sword straight away, dark green flames looming and sinew tangled.
Vlamir saw the enemy's desperate attempt, also put away the playful look, took the initiative to rush up, tentacles waving.
Four arms dead clutch tentacles, let the magic eye to stimulate energy to destroy the body, but also refused to let go. When the tug-of-war was underway, a sense of crisis made the Devil's Eye pupils tighten.
Vlamir did not hesitate to use the unused class spell [Force Energy Wall] behind his back!
The black steel dagger, infused with divine magic, slashed on the invisible wall, bursting a string of blue-white power sparks. The third elf who had been hiding by the side was different from the first two, he was trained as an orthodox assassin, hiding, holding his breath, waiting for the right moment to strike a blow.
The assassin bypassed the wall of force energy and slapped his black and red glowing palm on the back of the magic eye. The raging negative energy rushes into the alchemical carcass, if it is a normal living creature, this blow will be eliminated flesh vitality, turned into a green-black dry body.
The negative energy and the magic eye's secret core produced an energy collision, the assassin was directly blown away, slapped on the force energy wall. A huge gash ripped open behind Vlamir, and blood and flesh flew.
"Ah!"
The devil's eye was aroused with ferocity, glaring viciously at the four-armed elf who refused to let go. Smirking, he said, "After the master gave me life, I begged him that how can a true tentacle deity use a glow stick-like slender limb, a true man must possess a sticky, thick weapon, preferably to surprise. So, the master attached a fifth energy tentacle for me ..."
Before the words were finished, in the elf's horrified gaze, the devil's eye extended its shield-like wide tongue and curled around his head in one go.
[Vampire's Touch]!
The elf's life force flew away and was sucked out, and the wound on Flamir's back healed automatically. Throwing down the withered and dried monstrous corpse, the demon eyes turned around and looked at the elven assassin unkindly.
The assassin still tried to run, and Vlamir manifested another wall of force energy, two walls squeezing the elf in the center like a piece of insect specimen.
The tentacles poked at the elf's face through the wall, and Vlamir said through gritted teeth, "You have ruined my record of 'invincible', and for a real man, an assault is the greatest shame, so how should I conquer you?"
The elf, who was pinned down and couldn't move a muscle, gave a hard look of contempt. Then called out the divine name of Nieron.
Vlamir had a psychic link with Lysatos, and he already knew how the Lord of Rituals appeared. Suddenly seeing the assassin's reaction, he drew a cold breath and used teleportation to run as far as he could.
At the same moment, the golden dragon confronted Nieron, his body burst open and his blood turned into runic filaments, enveloping an empty space in Lysatos and forbidding the spatial spell.
And the assassin elf's body glowed brightly as Nieron's projection shifted into place. It directly shattered the force energy wall, then caught up with Flamir and slashed down with a sword.
"Bloodline Shift!" Lysatos used the special ability. When he first created Vlamir, he mixed in his own blood and flesh tissue, so the master and servant could swap positions once a day.
The Devil's Eye body suddenly expanded and grew, and within seconds it became Lysatos, and the elf's decapitation was blocked by the spell. And in the sky above the wretched forest, Vlamir pulled out his handkerchief and wiped the non-existent sweat. "That was close, that was close, almost got a mouthful."
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"Your plan failed, Lord of Rituals. Pretending to stall me, but actually using a devotee's shell to transfer and personally obliterate Drusillia. Should I praise you for your decisiveness in killing or despise you for lowering yourself to personally interfere with mortal things."
Anger blazed in Nieron's eyes, intending to lose this devotee and also kill the chirping golden dragon.
"Better not do it, this is not far from Drusilla, and also at the edge of the forest, you do not want to be seen by humans and princesses, high elven gods by my violent beating, right? I have a proposal for you to hear."
"What do you want?"
"I am a merchant, seeking peace and prosperity. I know that even if I stop you this time, I can't stop you next time. If you ignore the elven split and just commit extermination on the Garland Nord royal family, I won't have any money to make. You and I are not lowly and chaotic demons, so why not follow the Order camp and have a bet."
Nieron bowed his head, the purpose of the Golden Dragon to come here he was not sure, but certainly not simply seeking money. He can say that the means out, but still did not put the golden dragon, and further aggressive further, is the jade and stone burning end.
"How to bet?"
Lysatos bloomed into a smile, within the rules of the game is much better than outside the rules of a chaotic fight, he has ways to bring the situation under control.
"It's this Blood Exhaustion Fortress Elf Rescue, and my spokesman has already set out with magical goods. You also find an advocate, if you can stop Drusilla or kill her, count me out and I'll leave the Sarave realm. If the rescue is successful, you will swear by the River Styx that you will not interfere with the mortal goods of the Forest of Tyria."
Nieron weighed his options, then said, "Okay, but I'm going to raise the stakes. You lose and leave all your possessions to my church. If I lose, I will not make a direct move against the Garland Nord royal family."
This condition is obviously not reciprocal, Nieron does not do it directly, meaning that it can be done through the temple. But Lysatos agreed, as long as this deity does not turn the table and ruin the plan, all is well.
"So be it. Look, I practice spokesman are picked for you."
Lysatos threw the dogfish at the Lord of Rituals.