In the duel between darkness and light, the surging magic collided fiercely in the air, erupting with frightening power.
When everything calms down, the darkness dissipates and the light disappears.
Irina was still standing behind the Fountain of Life, but stepped back a few meters. Her face was a little pale, and there was bright red blood hanging from the corners of her mouth. The hand holding the mage's staff trembled slightly, supporting herself to prevent herself from falling.
The green light surrounding her body has disappeared, the branches of the Tree of Life have all been retracted, and the green light has become somewhat dim.
Berg, who was still standing in place, took a step forward, looked at Irina and said, "You are very strong, but it's a pity that you made the wrong choice."
Irina lost!
The elves looked at this scene with different expressions.
Berg's words were not sarcasm. Irina, who was only thirty years old, was indeed very strong. Among the elves present, except for Helena, no one felt that they could defeat her.
Although Berg won, he must have been seriously injured.
"What I made was the choice I thought was right." Irina stood up straight, looked at Berg, and narrowed her eyes slightly, "But, what is in your body?"
Berg's pupils shrank, and he raised the magic wand in his hand again. Thinking of Irina's finger, he shouted sternly: "Then, just die with your choice!"
"Princess, leave quickly!"
At this moment, a helmeted and fully armed guard suddenly drew his sword and rushed towards Berg. He held the sword in both hands and raised it above his head, slashing down at Berg!
Berg was slightly startled. The magic wand originally pointed at Irina was lifted back, and a black light flew out and fell on the face of the rushing guard.
The black iron helmet shattered instantly, and a deep blood mark appeared between the guard's eyebrows. The forward body flew backwards and landed with a thud.
Blood flowed from his eyebrows, staining the three tattoos on his face red, but he slowly turned his head to Irina, and said with some difficulty: "Princess...Princess, leave quickly..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he stopped breathing and his eyes were still open.
All the elves watched this scene in silence.
If a slave picks up a knife...
A trace of fear rose from the bottom of their hearts.
"You bastard!" Irina shouted hysterically as she looked at the woman lying in a pool of blood, her lips trembling slightly, and the dim golden light on the mage's staff began to flicker.
"This filthy damn slave." Berg glanced at the corpse on the ground with disgust, twisted his neck, watched Irina lift the magic wand again, and sneered: "Asshole? I will do it sooner or later. Kill all those dirty things, and I want to see who can save you this time?"
The elves looked at Berg with a hint of fear in their eyes. He looked a little scary now.
Elliot and Vincent's eyes met, and their eyes were full of worry. They looked at Helena, who remained calm and silent, as if what happened today had nothing to do with her.
Once Irina dies, the elves will change.
And Helena, the only one on the court who can stop Berg, seems to have no intention of taking action.
Therefore, Irina must die.
Berg raised the magic wand with a ferocious smile, and black light flashed on the tip.
Irina's mage staff was shining with pale golden light, but it could no longer gather any energy.
"I want to see who can kill her in front of me!"
At this moment, a deep voice suddenly sounded from the sky.
A purple-striped griffin swooped down, and the trees were forced to both sides by the strong wind. The wood chips chopped by the wind blades flew all over the sky, but the huge griffin swooped straight towards Berg.
"Alex!"
Berg was startled, and swung the magic wand at the griffon. His figure, which had not even taken a step back before, suddenly retreated, trying to dodge.
The expressions of the surrounding elves changed drastically and they scattered in a hurry.
Berg's reaction was not slow, but the speed of the gryphon was too fast. With a flap of its wings, it destroyed the black light that had not yet transformed. A pair of sharp claws with a metallic luster had already landed on Berg's body. On the body.
The dozens of layers of magic protective shields that jumped out one after another were instantly penetrated, and the sharp claws penetrated Berg's shoulder, and then he was thrown out heavily, slamming into a stone mountain and imprinted on the stone wall.
Several elves who had recovered their senses quickly stood in front of Berg, looking at the terrifying griffon and the even more frightening man on the back of the griffin with fearful expressions.
All the elves looked alert and panicked, not daring to act rashly.
The griffin circled in mid-air and landed next to Irina. The man wearing a black robe, a black and white mask, and holding a heavy sword jumped down from the back of the griffin. He hugged Irina's waist and said in a low and magnetic voice: "I'm here."
"So... so handsome!"
Among the crowd, a certain elf girl was a nymphomaniac, expressing the feelings of countless elf girls with shining eyes at this moment.
Irina stared blankly at the man holding her waist. She didn't know why he suddenly appeared here. Even though he no longer had the strength, he still rushed down without any worries. When she needed it most, , always able to come to her side. At this moment, my nose suddenly felt a little sore.
Mag looked at Irina, whose face was pale and there was blood on the corner of her mouth, but she was in a daze. She suddenly felt a little distressed and said softly: "I will take you away."
Irina came back to her senses, looked at the clear and gentle eyes under the mask, but shook her head, "I can't leave."
Mag frowned, a little confused: "Why?"
Irina looked at Mag and said with some determination: "The Tree of Life needs me, they also need me, she and you, but they only have me!"
At this moment, the Tree of Life, which had been silent for a while, suddenly burst out with dazzling green light, and then covered the entire cave like an upside-down green bowl. Among the green light, there seemed to be a black light. Struggle flickers.
"Princess!"
Alice rushed out of the cave, looked at the pale Irina, and rushed over in panic.
Irina looked back at the direction of the cave and the rushing Alice, opened her arms and hugged Mag, and whispered in his ear: "Take the bean sprouts with you, I will be fine."
"good."
Mag nodded slightly, grabbed the wrist of Alice who had just rushed in front of her, and then watched Irina walk towards the light barrier.
"Princess! Let me go... I want to accompany the princess! Princess..." Alice struggled and wanted to rush towards Irina, but her wrist was tightly held by Mag, and her tears could not stop flowing.
Irina walked into the light shield and entered the cave. The light shield shrank and sealed the cave entrance.
Mag withdrew his gaze, glanced coldly at the elves who were looking at him warily, stayed on Helena for a moment, then jumped onto the back of the gryphon while hugging the still struggling Alice.
"If anything happens to her, I will bloodbath the elves!" Mag said in a deep voice, ringing in the ears of the elves like thunder.
All the elves averted their eyes. Berg, who had just been buckled from the wall, took two steps back in horror and hid behind a pale-faced elf.
The griffin flapped its wings, flew over the heads of the elves, and disappeared into the sky.
