A big wedding with everyone he knew, all in it.
The witch in her wedding dress grabbed the first spot as she stood on the wedding platform, all happy and waving her hand to the prince in the distance.
The dragon lady hid in the corner, twisting her fingers a little uneasily and peeking back now and then.
Fina was covered in a white veil, waiting like a sleeping beauty for him to wake up.
Garn and Lester were spiking drinks.
The two Fintan brothers whispered.
On the balcony, stacking his feet on the table Qishi gave him a slight raise of his glass as the nun stood behind him holding the bottle.
Eleazar stood under a tree, silently gazing at the dreamlike scene in the distance.
"It's such a happy dream..." "However, I don't need you to weave it for me... Emerald Dragon!"
Speaking softly, Witcher's eyes gradually sharpened, and the mental will that didn't waver at all quickly made all the scenes in front of him shatter like bubbles.
The dimly lit temple was silent, and the ancient bronze doors loomed silently, with only endless green light emanating from the cracks.
Shaking his head to shake off some of the residue still lingering in his eyes, Eleazar turned his head to look at a few people.
The queen with her eyes closed tightly stood on high tiptoe, and raised an arm to wave stiffly, as if in a dreamy state to greet her subjects at the top of their lungs.
The witch hemmed and hawed and giggled, knowing by the tips of her toes that she must be dreaming impossibly silly dreams.
Fina closed her eyes tightly, a line of what seemed to be excited tears running down her face, her body trembling slightly.
Unable to break free from the dream world of the three people, the body lit up with a blinding green light, and the skin was reflected translucent, a closer look can also see the blood vessels inside the throbbing.
That terrifying emerald poison completely transcended the assault of the flesh and began to corrode the mind.
"Pah-"
Fina, who woke up with a jolt, subconsciously covered her hot and painful ass 丨butt 丨and her eyes were a bit confused and huffy.
Eleazar closes his palms and walks to the next person.
"Ouch!"
The witch, who had suddenly eaten a violent chestnut, instantly woke up from her wonderful dream, covered her head with both hands and raised her head pitifully.
Finally, he woke up the king's daughter with a whip.
Evelina sighed as she looked at the figure that fell to the ground and convulsed.
"What the hell, so it's a dream..."
Eleazar glared at the two, signaling with his eyes that they should hurry up and check their bodies for any more problems.
Fina's eyes still held some confusion, seemingly not completely awake from that dream, until she was shaken by the witch again, before snapping her palms open and letting a barrier of evil energy, filled with an evil aura, envelop her.
Witcher's side has fumbled with a way to open the bronze door.
"Well, it's a very powerful spatial barrier, a complete super-order spell as a whole, with no opening gaps, as if it was never meant to be opened again..."
"But I don't know how long it has been corroded by the poisonous breath inside, and cracks have appeared, which is why the Emerald Poison has leaked out..."
Eleazar says with some incredulity, "That green dragon was sealed inside..."
Fina, who had already finished her self-check, stepped forward and silently sensed it as well, then said:
"This was carefully set up by a strong person who specializes in the spatial system, I have no way to undo it..."
"It doesn't matter, even if it could be lifted, I wouldn't risk it."
Eleazar looked helplessly at the two men beside him.
"You guys can't handle this poison system at all, and I'm afraid that's the worst thing that could happen if the barrier is lifted."
"So..." Fina's eyes grew a little worried when she realized what he was planning to do.
Eleazar reassures her, "Don't worry, a mere emerald poison... Don't forget who woke you guys up just now, I didn't falter at all with that nebulous illusion, it's not like you guys are useless!"
Fina opened the Space Gate with a bit of a huff.
Evelea's eyes widened as she watched the figure step right in with a single stride.
"You just let him in?"
"If it's poison, there's nothing to worry about..."
Fina rambled on while stabilizing the space door, but her mind couldn't help but think of the unbelievably blissful dream she had just had.
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Stepping out of the space tunnel Eleazar saw only that the air in front of him was turquoise, as if the entire space was to be filled with dreamlike emerald exhale.
Looking back, the inside of the bronze door had long since been corroded and looked like it wouldn't last more than a few years.
If they hadn't found this place, it was estimated that in a few more years, there would only be a pile of space crystals left in that three-headed dragon's lair, and all the secrets of this temple would be buried in the space turbulence.
And the end of the secret was just a skeleton filled with endless pressure.
I don't know how many years I've been dead, sprawled on a mysterious altar, all the runes around me corroded and mutilated, and finally only a few broken chains pierced through the bones, the rotting body shrouded by the boundless emerald mist.
Inside that cracked skull, a crystalline emitting green aura shone like the hottest star, and Witcher, who had his sensory vision on, was stung to tears by the glow.
This was the core of power that could only be condensed by ancient dragons, just like the bronze dragon's hourglass, the red dragon's heart of fury, and the black dragon's anti-magic skin, which was the embodiment of their most essential power.
Eleazar blushed hopefully and took a step towards the mythological material.
Along the way, the emerald mist continued to condense into various figures, inflicting the most vicious mind corruption in the world.
A saint to be plucked...
Witch Warlock Covered Rice...
The dragon lady who looks back and looks forward...
The king's daughter who plays with her at will...
The five women lined up...
The sounds of swallows and warblers, laughter and merriment, endless temptation into the ear.
Witcher, whose body was almost transparent with the green light resolving itself, had the heart of a rock, and barely wavered in his steps, except for the occasional twist of his head to watch.
Finally arriving at the altar, he climbed up somewhat stiffly.
Standing underneath the dragon bones, grasping the skeletons that crumbled with a pinch, Eleazar tilted his head, his already cloudy eyes looking up for a long time before his mind, which had become extraordinarily slow, slowly responded.
You can fly yourself...
The White Dragon bloodline was a waste, not even a little resistance.
Constantly determining his next course of action in his mind, he unfurled his wings in a single, violent jump after all those festering thoughts had gathered back and condensed into a single stream.
Vaguely, he seemed to hear a dragon roar.
Struggling to reach out and scoop up the
As the dragon crystal disappeared, the green light around it seemed to fade a bit.
Falling back to the ground Eleazar shook his head vigorously, emptying it of the depraved thoughts of those who stayed to have all the fun they could, before sinking on his legs and lunging with all his might towards the space door in the distance.
Fina, who had been maintaining the space spell outside for more than half an hour, turned pale, and the space door she controlled in her hands shook as if it would be annihilated at any moment.
The witch kept cheering from the side and occasionally took out recovery potions to feed her to drink.
It wasn't until a dark green figure came swooping out that the two breathed a sigh of relief.
Witcher, who is poisoned with Emerald, quickly pulls out a bottle of holy water and then pours it down over his head in a fury as the two women scream.
The toxins on the surface of his body were instantly purified, almost even shedding a layer of skin.
As for the toxins in your body, wait slowly for a while and they will dissipate on their own.
Only when he wiped the holy water off his body did Evelea come over to him worriedly?
"Honey, what took you so long?"
Eleazar subconsciously returns, "I just saw a lot of fun stuff in there..."
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After going out, they hijacked a hill that was rarely traveled by people and stopped running east and west, intending to take their final rest right here.
Eleazar cut a bath in the rocky ground, first sizzling it with dragon's breath, and then, when the stone walls had completely solidified down, adding fresh water and a few more herbs, intending to make a medicinal bath of torso poison.
He might have to spend these last few days in this place.
Be sure to get back to full strength and cross the transnational oceans.
In the evening, a few women were absentmindedly cooking dinner around the campfire.
Witch volunteered to go over and bring Witcher his food, and then never came back.
At the edge of the medicine pool, the stone that hadn't even served as a barrier drifted a weeping whisper.
And on the mountain, the firelight had reflected the two overlapping figures.
I don't know how long it lasted, but it was all completely dark.
Feeling that she couldn't just let the witch interrupt his recovery time, Fina got up and went over to discourage it.
Then the king's daughter saw that the shifting figure on the stone wall had changed.
She stayed dumbfounded for a long time, until the campfire was almost out, when she suddenly heard her master's call.
Phyllis giggled as she walked over, and then saw that the two were combining their efforts to deal with the warlock who was going crazy.
She kept shaking her head, "Don't bully me..."
Phyllis was assigned a point of aggression, so she took it very solemnly in both hands and fed like a lamb.
The bell was then tugged by a hand one time, one time up and down, one time in a quick circle, and her breathing heaved.
The warlock was soon sprawled like mud at the edge of the pool, his peaks flattened by the weight of his body.
The conquest was her turn, and the other master did not stand in the way, seeming to acquiesce that she was in a position to please.
It was a much more stimulating sensation than whips and humiliation.
Lowering her head, Phyllis saw the terrifying water ghost poking its head out of the potion, and then an unparalleled feeling of fullness filled her heart.
The emptiness was swept away and replaced by a tingling and numbness, like a man and woman in hot love, where every touch carries an electric current that eventually converges into a stream that explodes in the head like lightning.
The witch leaned over the edge of the pool and propped her head up, watching the bells being lifted out of the water leap wildly, and within a few moments, the cloudy springs were gushing out.
"This one is even more useless."
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