Rameshirai turned his head and counted, and drew a cold breath, there were actually 26 elves, and the compass could only transmit 25.
Where did it go wrong? Ranger thinking, torch mage should not sell shoddy goods, so that no benefit at all. It should be Velvet ... screen flashes back to the time when the businesswoman asked the [True Knowledge Flash] question, she set the prerequisite "captured in this war".
Rameshlei refrained from looking back at Sister Lax, the old woman did not know how long she had been staying in the blood-depleted fortress.
At this point the elves probably understood that something was wrong and that someone might want to stay. No one dared to take the lead and say let me go, but all looked at the princess with pleading eyes. 23 pairs of sad eyes stayed on Drusillia for those few minutes, the most difficult experience of her life, even after years, the heart palpitated.
Druhiria's mouth opened and closed, but not a word could come out.
Rameshirai gritted her teeth and said, "Give me the gasification form potion and I'll stay."
"You can't get very far, those humans ..."
"I took the liberty of interrupting both of you." Lux interjected, she was the only one of the captives who did not show a look of pity, her expression was solemn and frank, as if she was about to attend an etiquette impartation course. "Do not forget your duty, Ranger. To sacrifice recklessly is no greater than to protect one's fellow man and live, the former is a useless vanity, the latter has a future. If you want to stay, you have to pick from the others."
Rameshirai again fire: "You mean to provoke a cruel screening when leaving? To see who has low survival value and discard them?"
"No." Lux said blandly. "I'll stay."
All the elves were taken aback. Ramesilai was just about to speak when the clamor of humans outside resumed.
The dogfish was anxious, though seemingly quite subdued. In the corner of his mind, he did his best to explain to some will that governed his life and death.
"Please don't be anxious, soon the elven reserves will be depleted and live capture is at hand."
"Give me more time! It's almost there, it's almost there ..."
The voice, however, grew shrill and high-pitched, urging him to rush up and rip the dogfish's consciousness away. The voice took over as the giant seized beetle rushed up, and the green flames rose again in the eyes of the slave catcher leader.
Armed with iron shields, the slave catchers charged with a wah-wah, trying to topple the large insects that also charged. At the moment of collision, the humans realized that they had misjudged the power of the insects and it was like hitting a mudslide. Giant seizure beetle grunting against a group of humans flying forward, the slave catchers crowded people, people pushing people, until more than three dozen strong men pushed one after another, the team did not retreat, but the guys holding shields at the forefront, has been squeezed to the gut broken, not human shape.
Dogfish could not stand it and rushed up to stop the wrestling. He squeezed to the front, a heavy punch down, the beetle body surface cracks, six knuckle insect legs a weak, almost down.
The green turbid ember fire ignited, the beetle hissed shrilly, wagging its head and tail tumbling, less than half a minute, the mighty big bug turned into debris, sulfur stench filled the whole channel. Humans immediately to the dog fish and respect and fear, no one dares and his horrible eyes.
At the end of the passage, Ramesile could not understand the situation, he only knew that the beetles were dead, and the thistles on the ground did not help much. He pulled out his last killing move, the magic-eyed governor's highly recommended weapon of mass destruction, the fireball necklace.
The string of fire-red beads was contained in a shockproof locket, and although Ramesile did not understand explosions, he believed that the careful movement of Vlamir as he picked up the necklace represented extreme danger. The ranger tied the necklace to a feathered arrow and shot it far away, then immediately closed the torture chamber door and made a strong top.
The dogfish's mental warning signs hit, and decades of intuition made him turn back and duck into the crowd regardless.
"Boom!"
Ramesilai still underestimated the power of the fireball spell, especially in the narrow passage. The suddenly heated air expanded thousands of times to form a shockwave, and the humans in the tunnel were launched like cannonballs, followed by fiery flames licking.
Ramesilei was blown away by the impact of the prison door, a large mouthful of blood spurted out, the other elves hiding behind the torture device, but was not hurt.
At the beginning of the tunnel, the dogfish staggered up, his nose full of the aroma of roasted meat, dozens of slave catchers blood and flesh, limbs and arms spread all over the ground. Dogfish rely on the protection of the turbid eclipse fire, the injury is not fatal, but also extremely heavy. The most troublesome thing was that the power inside his body tumbled and surged, and he was trembling.
"... There's still a chance, please don't ... I can ... do it," the dogfish explained in desperation.
They are about to teleport away, you wasted my gift, the voice said so.
The dogfish felt his insides churning and choking his throat, making it hard to breathe.
"Boss! What's wrong with you!" Outside, Mort heard the loud noise and rushed in to pull Dogfish to his feet.
Dogfish's face was deflated to a greenish purple, and suddenly a mouthful of black turbidity spurted out, and Mott's head and face were covered with it. Scar Mott screamed, black things are two fingers long leeches, and mucus in the face wriggling, open wide mouthpiece bite through the skin.
Mott can even hear the sound of leeches sucking blood, he desperately shake, simply can not shake off, just a dozen seconds, the strong man is like sun-dried fruit, dried up.
The lean body fell, dying last boss, did not call out.
The dog fish first vomited, then the mouth opened wide, thousands of black soft-bodied crawlers gushed out and crawled all over the body. Leeches tangled with each other bonded, not long, a 3 Sa m high, composed of countless reptiles of the monster took shape. He retains the shape of human hands and feet, concave and convex gushing head, two points of green light through.
Once the reigning leader of the slave catcher, finally fell victim to the gods, the proud wisdom did not perform, and became a terrifying [ten thousand leeches monster].
The]] monster topped the passage and slowly moved towards the torture chamber.
"What's that?" Drusillia watched as countless leeches appeared from the smoke and gradually approached.
Lux shot a few arrows, which penetrated the black carcass and had no effect except to kill a dozen leeches.
"Get out of here, you guys!" The old elf shouted.
"But ..."
"No buts. In terms of age, I have nothing left to regret; in terms of status, bravery and fearlessness, and brightness is the spirit of nobility. Your Highness, please allow me to reserve my last honor!"
Drusilla was pale, "You will not survive, either the monster or the human, they will torture you for the secrets of magic."
Lax, unmoved, turned to Rameshirai, who was coughing up blood: "Mr. Ranger, please give me a dagger."
Ramesile's face darkened as he handed over the dagger and said, "I apologize to you for my rudeness, Sister. You have taught me about the true nobility, and that the great lords in the Green Capital are only worthy to be your students!"
Lux did not rejoice at the compliment, she touched Drusilla's head, "Your Highness Liya, may Nieron bless you." After saying that, she rushed out of the prison door.
Druhilya wordlessly reached out her hand, and finally failed to keep Lax, she bit through her lips to keep the tears from flowing. The teleportation spell inside the torture chamber emitted a blue aura, and all the elves disappeared without a trace.
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Outside the dungeon, Murfittin's heart was racing as first a loud bang and a large pile of broken flesh was spewed out. After a while, the ten thousand leeches monster angrily crawled out of the dungeon, his mission failed.
The guards fled everywhere in fear, and Murfittin squeezed the box containing the mysterious spell, still remembering the game of hunting and killing. He threatened the guards with their relatives, and lured with heavy gold, gathered his men and besieged the monster.
Sword slash bow shot did not work, Wan Leech monster raised his arm to sweep, the living sucked into a dry body. Mephitin racked his brain, suddenly remembered that God said "blood-sucking weapons", is not it. And then there was ... salt!
"Go to the kitchen, bring all the salt!"
The guards splashed salt from afar, and the leeches touched the salt and died of rapid dehydration. Large swaths of leeches peeled off, the monster shrunk in size by half. Then bang, the monster directly exploded, the remaining leeches fell on the guards, a ghostly cry.
Murfittin hid behind a shield, rushed into the monster explosion, touched up a handful of sticky body fluid smeared on the box, clicked open with a lock, blood exhaustion Fort deacon ecstasy.
At this point he looked up and around and found that everything had gotten out of hand. The fire lit up half the fortress, some slave catchers took advantage of the chaos to do their old job, killing and robbing. Operating decades of frontline slave capture base destroyed.
The spell in the box became the only way to survive, and he stumbled back to his attic office, locking the door behind him. Outside, a group of murderous bandits followed, banging on the door.
Outside the window, the fire was raging, a scene of doom. Murfittin took out the note, his face was incomparably solemn, he did not read his mother's eulogy so solemnly.
Murfittin recited the incantation word by word, without missing a beat: "Anyone who does not play the rascal for the purpose of romance, is a happy goat?"
Bang!