The Elven Extraordinary whose entire body was sliced diagonally did not die immediately, but the strong vitality only made him more painful. He had never seen or even heard of such magic, and then in shock, he watched his beloved knife being cut open, followed by himself. There was no fierce confrontation, everything was completely different from my imagination.
When his upper body fell into the dust, his eyes happened to be facing the battlefield where the three elders besieged the lich. The same light whip looks different from the one used by human magicians. It is transparent and leaks out a faint multi-colored brilliance from time to time. The light whip in the hand of the lich is as black as ink, and it is frightening just to look directly at it.
The Fen version of the divine whip does not have the space-cutting function of the Rulin version. This lich ferociously integrated all the elemental attacks, soul damage, curses, and magic with negative effects she had learned so far into this light whip. The whip went down, and there were multiple tastes. Even the elder Druid, who had tempered his mind over many years, still howled in pain.
The soft whip is agile and has an advantage over long distances; while the magic whip is even more versatile under the control of Fenner's powerful mental power. Even if the elders saw Ronan's miserable condition and tried to dodge the whip's attack, they couldn't.
As the whip attacks the body, poisoning, fatigue, blindness, confused thoughts, slowness, stiffness, and all kinds of negative things are superimposed. They don't even have time to feel regret, and they gradually lose consciousness and control of their bodies.
For them, the most damaging thing is not the attack from the long whip, but after various magical powers enter the body, some will feed each other, and some will conflict with each other, and the chaotic and disorderly interaction will disintegrate their bodies. every corner until everything turns to dust.
Not many people pay attention to this battlefield, only a few people. But everyone who saw it watched helplessly as the three Druid elders were whipped, their bodies losing color, their skin cracked, and finally they knelt on the ground like sand sculptures, making no more noise. Another hard blow from the whip, and the kneeling Elf Druid elder was smashed into sandy pieces, never to regain its original shape.
After smashing an elf, the Lich showed a slightly disappointed expression, but he did not continue to smash the other two people, but dispersed the light whip condensed in his hand. The first thing I saw when I turned around was the magician with his forehead on his cane and gasping for air. Fen returned to her smile as if watching a good show, and said: "How many whippings were just given? One? Or two? Are you exhausted like this? This won't work. I wanted to praise you, but when I saw This face, all those compliments are really unspeakable. It will make you a premature ejaculation man."
"Pfft! Good morning!" The person who was insulted jumped up on the spot, and said back without politeness to the visitor: "He is not a woman, he needs foreplay and tenderness. I am risking my life, gambling It's life and death. Of course, I have to use my ultimate skills when I open the door. If I don't succeed, and I don't want to become a benevolent person, of course I will run away for my life. Do you think I have the ability to fight with an extraordinary person for three hundred rounds?"
Fen tilted his head, pondered for a while, and said, "Well, you're right. But you don't practice more? Your two students work harder than you in their daily meditation classes."
"Master, the competition is not about who has more power, nor who is older or more senior. The real competition is here, here!" Someone pointed at his own brain and said excitedly.
"Okay, okay, it feels like your tail has been stepped on."
"I really want to make progress. This damn talent is over there. If I meditate for a little longer, I'll still get dizzy and have vomiting and diarrhea. It's best if you can come up with some medicine and let me take it. It will directly add hundreds of years of skill." Someone whose anger had subsided slightly muttered dissatisfiedly.
When the Lich heard this, his eyes lit up, and he started to sell again: "How about changing your body? A perfect body, and your magical talent is absolutely so good that you can't imagine. Just breathing can increase your power."
Ever since a certain lich successfully transformed herself and regained her physical body, she would incite someone whenever she thought about it, and Lin's ears became calloused when she heard it. Although in his era there was no longer the concept of 'the body's hair and skin are inherited from its parents', even after traveling through time, it was not clear whether this body was still the same as before. But Lin really didn't have much interest in the transformation proposed by Fen. Because he felt that the other party just wanted to find an experimental product, or work.
As soon as the excitement passed, Lin felt dizzy again. Looking listlessly at the battlefield where the elves were fighting, he subconsciously wanted to stay away. Fen also felt the attention of his eyes and asked: "Want to join the war?"
"No! Please don't!" The one who rushed to say this was the Elf Sword Dancer who stood silently by and was spattered with blood. The situation changed so quickly that she had never imagined before. Especially right in front of her, the most powerful warriors in the Elf Kingdom were being slaughtered like pigs and dogs without any resistance. She couldn't imagine how many regrets it would cause if they let these two people enter the battlefield.
You know, there are resurrection potions and resurrection magic in Lost Land, but the premise is that the body must remain intact. However, whether the flesh and blood collapsed and turned into dust, or whether it was split into two pieces at shoulder level, it was definitely dead and could not be resurrected.
And this elven civil war is what Liena doesn't want to see. She wants to achieve what she wants, but she doesn't want to suffer too many losses. Under this premise, the first thing to prevent is for these two magicians to enter the battlefield. So she quickly thought of words to persuade the two people in front of her who didn't know how to comment, and said:
"Without Ronan and the three elders, this war can be said to be over. All that's left is to stop it all and deal with the aftermath. I don't need to bother you two with these things."
Someone who was feeling a little exhausted was happy not to join in the messy melee. Holding the two apprentices who were looking at the battlefield eager to try, Lin walked towards a seemingly safe position. Fen glanced casually and saw that there was indeed no one else worthy of her action, so she followed someone and retreated.
Looking at the backs of the four humans, Liena's mood was complicated. But there is no time to think wildly now. The top priority is to stop the two sides fighting and stop this meaningless war.
As the news of the death of Ronan Pietsson, one of the leaders of the Shenmu Guards, and the three druid elders spread across the battlefield, the intensity of the battle gradually decreased. The Shenmu Guards, who were already at a disadvantage, were so demoralized that some simply put down their weapons and stopped fighting.
Although being able to become a member of the Shenmu Guards is bound to be the best among the elves, this does not mean that those who can become the guards of the king and ministers are just a bunch of losers. The gap in individual strength between the two parties is not so great as to make people despair.
In terms of number difference, almost every Shenmu Guard has to deal with four to five Elf Guards. If the protection of the World Tree is still there, and all the extraordinary beings in the Kingdom of Pyat Jaime are members of the guard. Therefore, even if their numbers are at a disadvantage, they are not without the power to fight.
But the strong men they had placed high hopes on fell one after another and could no longer lead them to victory. And the current protective mechanism of World Tree is no different. No one knew the reason, but the members of the Shenmu Guards couldn't help but wonder if it was because of the ceremony. Disappointment and guilt, as well as countless fallen comrades, made them unable to persist any longer.
The battle is over.
But even though this battle, which was no different from a farce, was over, things were far from the end. After the young elf king quickly issued instructions on clearing the battlefield, he teamed up with a group of ministers and his most trusted elite guards to find a certain human magician who was hiding in a corner of the battlefield and resting safely.
When passing the battlefield of the top duel, the elves certainly saw the fate of the three elder druids, as well as the tragic situation of the extraordinary Ronan Pietsson. Before that, they were still unaware of the meaning of the name 'Demon Lord Tikal'. But with people close to them as comparisons, they deeply understand the pressure that that name brings.
I saw the young king walking over with a group of people. Someone intuitively wants to turn around and run away. Did he kill too harshly? Someone came to ask for help. Just as he turned his head, he was pushed back by two balls. Fen stretched out his palms to support someone's back, not intending to let him run away.
The Ridan III who arrived in front of him did not hide under the protection of the guards. He said sincerely: "Your Excellency Tripwood, can you please take us to the place where His Majesty Lahti is imprisoned?"
"Oh, oh, that's what happened." Only then did Lin see the Elf Sword Dancer hiding in the team with a straight face. Although there was no expression on his face, the only one who could point the king to him was Liena, who was informed. Knowing that this was an urgent matter, Lin, who had regained some strength, said without any hesitation: "Okay, please come with me."
The environment on the World Tree is strange and novel to the elves other than the Shenmu Guards, but now they have no time to stop and enjoy it. No one knows what kind of damage the magic circle used to kill the gods will cause to the consciousness of World Tree. But it never hurts to get that kitten out as soon as possible.
Soon, under the leadership of Lin, the group passed through the passage inside the World Tree and arrived at the door where the God-Slaying Magic Array was arranged. But even if there is a knowledgeable old horse to lead the way, this journey is not that easy to walk. The reason is that there are magic traps and force field barriers that must be passed.
But the young elf king brought so many people here, and he didn't just do it for a living. Under Lin's reminder, several of them dispelled the traps and force fields in a targeted manner.
Finally, we came to the door. Even though the rallying arrows whizzed past, there were still two members of the Shenmu Guards left to guard the place. They had no idea what the fighting situation was like in the outside world, and they just said rigidly and bluntly: "It doesn't matter, leave as soon as possible." '
The anxious king didn't want to explain nonsense at all. With an instruction, a large number of guards immediately rushed forward and captured what seemed to be the last two Shenmu guards who were stubbornly resisting.
The door to the room with the God-Slaying Magic Circle is right in front of you. With an uneasy mood, under the instructions of the young king, the magic and locks on the door were destroyed, and the door was opened.
