A large ball of mud fell on his forehead, and Roma slapped it away angrily. Although the wound on her palm has not yet healed, it is no longer painful. This is thanks to the healing medicine brought by the drow. But he himself regretted it.
"Pain helps the skin grow." The night elf muttered, "If you move like this, it will never get better in its lifetime."
"I don't feel any pain now."
"You'll see when it hurts. No, don't lick it, it contains cicada slough."
Roma was startled. She didn't want to fall asleep all of a sudden. Now she stood in a crevice in a rock dome twenty feet above the ground, holding on to the side with her toes. If it falls, it won't be as simple as alerting the guards. Giving credit for merit is not so straightforward. I am afraid that the guards may not recognize that this smashed ball of jam is the nightingale they are looking for.
Pink smoke ruffled the fur, and Roma felt nauseous every time she lowered her head. She pulled her hand back and looked at the bandage, thinking it should be fine. "Have you found Drablay?"
"Fortunately, not yet." Zhuoer replied, "He doesn't seem to be here."
"This is impossible." This is the core of the secret ritual, Roma couldn't figure it out. If it were her, she would definitely stick to the core of the "Mystery of Pain". Not only does it have huge magic power, it is also an indestructible war position. Even the gap in mystery can be made up for by the gap in order. There is no reason for Troll Bandarablay to leave behind his core. Could it be that he suddenly had a bad stomach? His food poisoning his blood with a vengeance? "You must have seen it wrong. The fog here is so thick."
Drow was right behind her. At this time, he used the thin sword to hang himself on the stone wall, as if his arm was not stressed. Hearing this, he moved his position and exposed the amethyst on the hilt of the sword. "I have never met the leader of the Vampire Clan. I don't recognize people by their faces. Night elves can identify the vitality of vampires, and the most powerful one is Trolbane." The amethyst also gave off an obvious shimmer in the sweet mist. "The more mysterious these semi-dead creatures are, the closer their physical symptoms are to those of living beings."
"Normal people can't live that long."
"The vampires seize the magic power in other people's blood to extend their lives, so they live longer. This is completely different from elves."
She wrinkled her nose, wondering if he was referring to the night elves. Sauron said that the lifespan of natural elves is twice that of drow, because the latter live in the underground world. Fire is both close to the dark elements and is invaded and corrupted by them, not to mention all kinds of cruel and bloody racial customs. To be honest, the impression drow gave her before was almost the same as that of the vampires. It wasn't until he agreed to venture underground with her that Roma took a liking to him.
Of course, this wanted man in the bay is a mysterious creature from Gaohuan, so what he said needs to be considered. Maybe they were just lucky enough to stumble into the enemy's empty nest. "I want to go down and have a look."
Dalton stared at her in disbelief: "Go down?"
"Don't just jump! I'm not stupid."
"Smart people will hear that my focus is on the decision to go."
She is different from... smart people... Sauron still managed to squeeze out a word amidst the chaotic laws.
The little lion really wanted to spit on each of them, but unfortunately Dalton was above her head and Solengersen was a broken ring. "Tell me, what else can you do now?"
"Withdraw from the vampire base and go back to find Lian..."
"Heather! I'm not asking you a question. What else can be done? I mean he didn't give a damn! There's no way the Oath Keepers can stop the war, they're almost winning."
"And you insist that the Civil War of the Alliance will have an impact on Prince de la Blay's mystical rituals."
"Don't you think so too?" Roma's palm was extremely itchy, but she resisted licking it. "Otherwise, why are you telling me about the lifespan of a vampire?"
"I mean for your ring..." The night elf's voice stopped abruptly. He coughed and said something that seemed to have been carefully considered: "Sorry, Miss Penelope, I spoke more directly and did not mean to be sarcastic." Of course, I am afraid that no one except himself would think that he had thought carefully.
If you weren't being sarcastic, you wouldn't include the explanation. She turned her bow arm sharply, and the wood accidentally hit the elf's boot, knocking down a piece of rubble. Damn Drow, I thought he could understand me. She almost lost her temper.
Magic... is life... the ring dances hard, the key... controls... the secret...
"Where did you learn these secrets? Does Croita know anything about the Mysteries of Pain?" Dalton asked.
...The ring began to play dead.
"Of course I overheard it from the vampire. Otherwise, why would I be hunted by a dark wizard?" Forget about opening up internal permissions, Roma is not stupid enough to share the secrets of the tower with outsiders. Anyway, he couldn't possibly know what happened to me in the pipeline before. "Dark wizards and vampires have formed an alliance. I heard their arguments."
She wasn't exactly lying either. Azrube aside, the battle with Laurent Vege was the most thrilling. At first, Roma relied on the smooth flow of the pipeline to follow Sir Laurent, because he appeared in Ingrid's story and appeared on the wanted poster. However, even Sauron did not notice that he had already noticed it. Laurent Vig led her to the top of the mountain and proudly told her the inside story of Azrube's death.
"We are bound by a contract." He confessed under the clouds of a thunderstorm, "But you are different, Miss Roma. I am a business person. The price given by the devil is high, and I am the devil's lackey; the royal family's reward is even richer, I am a royalist. I saved your life in exchange for the death of Azrubad Enhem. This is a legal transaction."
"Deal." She remembered the sudden pipeline accident during the battle. The drifting smoke obscured Azrub's vision, and Roma took the opportunity to reverse the situation. Could it be the work of Laurent Viguet? "I also have my own rules of exchange." But he failed to persuade her to put down the bow. Roma was not willing to be the murderous knife in the internal disputes of the dark wizards. "You give me the location and defensive arrangements of the vampire warehouse, and I will spare your life. It's fair and just."
"Then you will kill me because the pipeline is your only escape. No, Miss Roma, I am not here to do business with you."
Roma raised his hand and shot an arrow. Aren’t we going to fight anyway? She could kill Azrube and deal with the former Gulf Fleet commander. Sir Laurent is not a high ring.
Feiya was knocked down by a bolt of lightning in the air. Roma observed intently, but didn't notice any movement from the other party. But this could not be a coincidence. Thunderbolt should have favored Sir Laurent more in his knightly guise. "I just brought you here." As soon as he finished speaking, a series of arcs rushed towards her. The little lion was caught off guard and saved his life with the help of Sauron.
The second battle with the dark wizard still didn't go well. Roma has escaped from the underground cave. There are thunderclouds above her head and bare mud and stone under her feet. Lightning is the dark wizard's specialty, and the little lion almost turned into burnt bread in the oven.
Runes...river...the words written on the ring are all garbled,...castle
She turned around and ran away, rushing into the forest and bumping into another wanted criminal by the river. Right now he was talking incessantly in front of her, in a weird and arrogant way.
"It's not just the dark wizards," the night elf said, "there are also demon associations. They participated in the war, caused floods in Six Fingers Castle, and assassinated Her Majesty the Witch of Destiny in Tide Sound Castle."
"We know as much about this matter as you do. I killed a bastard who once served as the Lord Wizard in Six Finger Castle. He cried and begged for mercy before he died and told everything he knew." This lie is even more serious. It is not easy to expose it, and it is unlikely that Azrube will come back from the dead to settle the score with her. "As for the assassination... I bet that the assassin must be in bad luck."
"The Lion got her," Dalton said.
"Ronald is also in Knights Bay?"
"That was before the news of the destruction of Six Fingers Fort spread to the Gulf. At that time, His Excellency the Lion arrived at Chaosheng Castle on the rectangular ladder, but when he returned, he had to fly back because of the collapse of the rectangular ladder of Six Finger Fort. Of course, I think he is now We should take care of the White Envoy's affairs and return to Knight's Bay from the Royal Capital." He changed his hand to support the weight, "DeWitt celebrates the departure of Lord Lion, but as long as you have not been found, Tower Emissary He will definitely come back. His celebration is in vain."
"Who has time to care about Knight's Bay?" Ronald and Helen, they came to see me. What about Uriel? Have he and Iaconi found Aiken? Is Aiken really on the island? Is he alive or dead? Roma was full of questions and anxious, but the Drow who came here with the Alliance army knew nothing about it, and she didn't want to ask.
Then I can only prepare for the worst. Like a coalition of distrust. "I want to go down, will you come?"
"What's down there?"
"Stones. And corpses." But stones are also corpses, the corpses of vampires.
"Aren't you looking for the key?"
She bared her fangs. "The key is not down there. The Vampires hope to use it to control the Secret of Pain. Now that they have not done so, it means that they have not found the key yet, at least not before the Alliance attacked the mountain. Haven't you been on the battlefield? Why can't you even see this? Come out?" Roma said this very cheerfully.
"I don't even know what the key you are talking about is." Zhuoer retorted, "This has nothing to do with my experience. Now that you are boldly breaking into the center of the secret ceremony, will there be any danger down there? How will the guards deal with it? Have you considered it? Is there a way out? Oh, no need to explain, I know you intend to cause damage inside. But your teeth and claws are useless against the magic words carved on the stone. Pee like a dog? That's a trick to deal with street lights... Sorry , I forgot you were a female cat."
His left foot was right in front of me, Roma gritted her teeth and thought. They huddled in the gap like two beetles, inevitably bumping into each other. Reach out and grab his ankle, then pull down. Just do it. But the fool who carried out the revenge plan because of one or two sarcasm was Roma before running away from home, not her. "If war is the key, then now we have only one way to destroy the lock. Sauron told me that the Mystery of Pain has no entity, and the mystery can touch it."
"How to contact? Use magic power?"
Roma licked her nose. "Use feelings."
