"Demacia!" The roar of the otherworldly secondary sang through Saraph, though the scene was so awkward that some invisible wide-eyed ball was rolling with laughter.
Murfittin threw a glass ball filled with white powder, which snapped and exploded on the dogfish, spilling white crystal powder all over.
There is no particular reaction, at the moment both the dogfish that drink blood, or the guards around, are shocked with the deacon's behavior, a moment of cold.
With a little powder on his hand, Murfittin sniffed, then added with the tip of his tongue.
"Salt?"
Dumbfounded was the only reaction; he didn't know if he was being punked or tricked. Green fire rolled up in the dogfish's eyes and a low, beastly growl escaped from his throat.
"Ah, ah ... I see you eat quite light, to give you some flavor ... is this." Murfittin sweating profusely, he did not know what he was talking about.
Eat? Dogfish froze to see what was in his hands, a section of the neck as thick as the waist, tangled veins and sharp bone ballast clearly visible, fascia vesicles, skin and flesh turned out. The dogfish woke up from a nightmare and threw the deer head out violently, smashing a pit.
The aged hunter was first shocked, then angry and painful. The fire still destroyed his sanity and humanity, so that he threw away his pride and acted like a brute. Dogfish hands dead pressed his chest, he felt certain beliefs that support survival was hollowed out, hatred and pain like boiling poisonous juice, spreading from the hollow of the heart.
Abominable elves, abominable gods, abominable dragons, and these human ... dogfish hate fire etching annoyance, it is not clear whether the power of Nieron or its own anger.
A palm on the shoulder, the dogfish instinctive reaction, gab a grip, palm bones shattered.
"Boss!" Mott's teeth clenched in pain, but did not draw his hand. This loyal scar face, in the dog fish was captured by the dragon, the team's hearts and minds scattered when the force of the public, asked to start the search. For this reason and a single-minded fleeing guy firefight, lost an arm.
In the woods ran into bandaged fever Mott, dogfish all kinds of feelings rushed to the heart, and now the remaining one hand is also pinched invalid.
"Boss ..." Mott does not understand the changes in the dogfish, will only say so, the eyes contain a pleading and expectation.
Yes, I am still Dogfish, the most bereaved hunter in the forest of Tyria, the scum of the Guild of Earbreakers who will never die! As aggressive as a vicious dog, as mellow as a catfish, this is what his grandfather said when he handed him the name. There was still a chance of redemption, just by capturing two elves, he could gain bargaining chips with that one.
Murfittin watched uncomprehendingly as the dogfish's madness turned to pain, his hatred turned to clarity, his back straightened, and the head hunter of old returned. The deacon of the Blood Exhaustion Castle was glared at by the dogfish and immediately took two steps backwards and said very sensibly, "The dungeon! Two elves were led by me to the dungeon, I deliberately removed the guards to open the door. I can't figure out what they can do besides this deer, so I let them in, anyway, the only exit, block the passage a random disposal."
"Before that, take care of me, right?"
Murfittin head tossed like a rattle.
Dogfish would like to kill him, but still need the blood exhaustion of the fortress to maintain order. Turning to Mott, he said, "Tell that group of lunatics outside the fort that a group of elves have infiltrated the dungeon and are blocked, and that Murfittin has opened the gate to whoever catches it. Just say it, we need cannon fodder."
Mott did not count the broken palm at all, and gladly followed orders.
Underground prison, very simple and practical construction. Into the door, three consecutive iron gates, enough to guard against any ill-intentioned guys. Under the command of Murfittin, all three doors opened wide, enter and bam down, Drusilla and Rameshlei also do not take it seriously, just to buy time for them. On the contrary, Lax, a look of death as if to return.
The tunnel in front of you is a straight line, both times it is a cell, and at the end of the tunnel is a large room with torture instruments and various miscellaneous items. Drusillia walked up to the window of a prison door and found three shriveled elves inside.
"My God, is it an illusion? Her Royal Highness!"
"The princess has been captured too?" All the elves fought to squeeze to the window.
Drusillia's eyes were a little dry, and she lifted her breath to let out a word from her chest, "I'm here to save you!" Cheers rose, accompanied by whimpers and shouts, a situation Druhiria had dreamed of for a long, long time.
The princess pulled out the [Knockout] scroll and stood in the middle of the tunnel, chanting the incantation. Lax looked puzzled and indignant, while the ranger skewered the old elf and said, "Watch yourself."
The magic on the scroll evaporated and the sagebrush turned into ashes. A circle of light swung open, where it passed, all the machine springs toggled, the latch popped out, the shackles on the elves' hands and feet loosened and fell off, and came out with a push on the door.
Unspeakable surprise filled the small space, the captives stumbled out of the door, hugged each other, and then bowed to the princess with hot tears.
Lux's mouth opened and closed, completely unable to speak. The Ranger looked at her bulging eyes, not to mention how pleased. But to his surprise, several elves came over to thank Lax at the same time.
"Why thank her, do you know what he's doing at the human?"
"Of course I know." One girl said, "Sister was captured a long time ago and has been fighting to the death to keep us from being abused. She also volunteered to write information in exchange for clean water and bread so we wouldn't have to eat maggoty food. But because the information written was always half-true, Sister was beaten every day ..."
Ramesile snapped back to look at Lax, at this time the old lady to restore the manners of noble people, smiling and soothing fellow countrymen, telling them that the princess will definitely take everyone away. At the ranger's astonished look, grunted and turned away. Ramesilai was going to apologize, too angry to say it. He did not notice Druhilya, who heard these words, suddenly paled.
In the distance the gate chains clicked and slid, and the ranger's face changed, "The enemy is coming, I'll stall for time."
The princess greeted the elves into the torture chamber with more space, and pulled out a compass with trembling hands and placed it in the center. Some complicated spell and image lines like a winding stream, with the compass as the center of the circle spread around, but immediately retracted.
Druhiria several attempts to focus on the compass failed, she had a terrible thought in her head, perhaps this action has been a fatal error. A pair of warm palms caressing her face, Lax's face serious, eyes loving, trance-like Elven King. "Calm, Your Highness Liya, as I have taught before, ensure the composure and decorum of an elf, wherever you are."
"Thank you, Sister. I have no problem with that." Drusillia regained her composure, and this time the teleportation map unfolded fluidly."
Outside, Rameshirai had laid all the feathered arrows on the ground and was pouring magical weapon oil, the arrows glowing with a shimmering light, giving them the properties of a +2 weapon for two hours. At that moment Lax scurried to his side, holding the princess's shortbow in her hand, and nonchalantly took the two arrows and hitched them.
"What are you doing here, an old bone."
"True nobles enjoy a more luxurious life, but also to take on the duty of sheltering the common people, to lead by example. Not many elves in the green capital remember this." Lux replied
The ranger finds that this nobleman is not useless and pulls out an amber pendant with a seized bug sealed inside. Ramesirai smiled and asked, "Are you afraid of bugs, Sister?"
"Tyrian nobles are fearless."
The lead slave catcher came into view, and two crossbow bolts, hardened with anesthetic, flew, leaving the tunnel in full view and without a cover. Rameshirai chanted the command and a giant shovel beetle appeared in front of him, facing the elves with its back to the enemy. The crossbow slammed into the shiny black armor, leaving a white mark.
Rameshlei fired arrows from the side of the beetle to counterattack, and thanks to the narrow terrain, he was able to hit it with his eyes closed. Two humans fell, the attackers for the hideous-looking beetles for a moment of commotion, and quickly calm down again, set up a crossbow array to shoot.
The ranger scowled to avoid a crossbow shot, saw Lax just a moment of surprise, then completely fearless beetle wobbling terrible limbs, and face plate large chewing mouthpiece, also did not ask the origin of the magic, stick to the insect shell shot down two. No matter which race you look at, this old lady is a tough one.
The crossbow hit the armor and clanked, and in no time the humans couldn't take it anymore. "Shield! Bring the shield!"
Wooden shields in the front, but does not prevent the ranger and the old lady soundly shooting targets, +2 feather arrows through the wooden shields can still destroy the tendons and bones. It wasn't until the iron shields came into play that the slave catchers began to advance again.
"Sister, have a shot." The ranger handed one over and shot it at the human's feet, and Lax had a lesson to learn.
The arrow only landed, and the rough rocky ground around it suddenly turned into a pool of acid, gurgling and bubbling with a choking smell. A human who couldn't close his feet stepped in, and the screams rang through the dungeon, echoing. Dragged out when, below the knee only charred bones left.
Acid delayed for a while, the front shot all the holes in the wooden shields came in handy again, several pieces put together, as a pontoon through the acid pool.
Rameshlei anxious: "How Leah where not yet healed."
Lax scolded angrily: "Do not call the princess by her name, do you have any more tricks?"
"Turn around and charge!" The ranger gave the order to the giant shovel beetle, then pulled the old elf back. While running, he pulled out thistles from the [Bag of Jumping Thistles] and scattered them, the fist-sized bag could provide five thistles per day.
Entering the shape room, the dazzling geometric shapes had spread to the ceiling. "Is it ready to go?"
Drusillia's lips quivered, "One more."
"What?"
"One more elf!"