Seeing that she no longer attacks, the attacks of these thorns have also softened a lot.
On the other side, Lu Qingyang was still being attacked by thorns. Lu Qingyang was hiding while shouting: "Damn, why are you chasing me so hard!"
He saw that the thorns did not attack Nan Xue and Xiao Zhimiao, so he ran towards them. Nan Xue saw that because of his running, the thorns also attacked them, so she pushed Lu Qingyang away: "Go somewhere else." Go, think about what you just said."
Lu Qingyang: "???What did I say?"
He held his chest, which had been penetrated by thorns into a blood hole, and looked at Xu Zhilan: "Xu Zhilan, give me a cure!"
What greeted him was a whip capable of breaking stone.
Lu Qingyang rolled to the side and hid, "Are you crazy? Xu Zhilan, aren't you completely devoted to Xiaozhi? That's it?"
Xiao Zhimiao copied one of Xu Zhilan's healing skills and threw it at Lu Qingyang: "Shut up."
Little Sethia looked at the tied up villagers in the square, then tightened her hands, and the thorns tightened with her movements.
The thorns dug deeply into the flesh and blood of the villagers, and bright red blood dripped to the ground. The heavy rain dyed the entire square with blood.
Xu Zhilan's eyes were fixed on Xiao Zhimiao, but his consciousness was controlled by little Sethia and he couldn't even call her.
An innocent and cruel smile appeared on the corner of little Sethia's mouth: "Xu Zhilan, help them heal their injuries."
Xu Zhilan immediately placed a huge recovery magic array. In the recovery magic array, the villagers' wounds recovered quickly, and the thorns penetrated their flesh and blood more unscrupulously, and the sharp thorns scratched their trachea, making them I can only cry out in pain, but cannot curse.
The system keeps popping up panels to remind players of the villagers' health.
Even with Xu Zhilan's help in recovery, the villagers' health points were constantly declining. If these villagers died, their mission would have failed.
A magic circle exuding dark mist appeared at the feet of little Sethia. A blue ghost crawled out of the magic circle and rushed toward her and Xu Zhilan and Zhou Ning.
Xiao Zhimiao searched the heavy rain with his eyes. This was the skill of the Necromancer, the player from the Necromancer Guild.
Xu Zhilan waved Qiansi and stood in front of little Sethia to protect her.
Little Sethia knelt down and looked at the magic circle, stroking it with her hands: "Interesting, it is obviously dark magic, but using holy magic, it can only exert less than half of its actual power."
"Zhou Ning, come here."
Little Sethia waved to Zhou Ning, and he immediately squatted down in front of her.
"Use your blood spell to cover it."
Zhou Ning followed what she said and covered the magic circle that summoned the undead with her own skills.
Little Sethia grabbed Zhou Ning's hand and made a deep cut on his hand with thorns. Blood spurted out from his hand and entered the magic circle. Little Sethia dipped his blood and wrote on the magic circle again. As she writes and draws, the crimson magic follows her movements and merges into the magic circle.
When she made the last stroke, all the undead stood up, their eyes glowing crimson, and turned to attack the necromancer who summoned them.
They pounced on him, biting and slashing, and the large number of undead swallowed him up in an instant.
A few seconds later, the undead withdrew and returned to the magic circle, leaving only a pair of bones in its place.
Another player is out.
Little Sethia looked at the corpse with cold eyes, the magic circle under her feet emitting crimson light. new
She turned back to look at the little golden tree whose flames had been extinguished by the heavy rain, and placed her hand on the trunk.
She turned to look at Xiao Zhimiao, who looked like he had nothing to do with her. He manipulated the thorns to entangle her and bring him to her.
Xiao Zhimiao said: "Have you had enough fun? Have you relieved yourself?"
Little Sethia grabbed her hand, scratched her hand with thorns, and then pressed her palm against the little golden tree.
she smiled, laughed
Rong looked a little pale and weak: "Then do you feel relieved?"
Little Sethia felt the warm hand in her palm and murmured softly: "You think that by hiding all the memories, you don't have to endure all this, but the wounds will leave scars."
As she spoke, she drew a spell on their intertwined hands. After reciting it, little Sethia turned her head to look at Xiao Zhimiao.
Xiao Zhimiao looked at the tears in her eyes, raised her other hand, and lit a flame in her hand.
The flames extinguished by the heavy rain ignited the golden tree again, and this time, the rain could no longer extinguish the raging fire.
Soon, the little golden tree was engulfed in fire.
The two of them looked side by side at the burning golden tree in front of them, and the scenes of fighting and screams were automatically blocked out by them.
Little Sethia asked: "Is it true that my father didn't come to pick me up?"
She turned to look at her: "I think you seem to be doing well now."
Xiao Zhimiao pondered for a moment: "I don't know, I don't remember, but if my guess is correct, He should have picked me up."
Little Sethia blinked, with a hint of joy in her tone: "Really? But I feel like you don't like him."
Xiao Zhimiao: "This is not a good thing, Sethia."
After that, Xiao Zhimiao sighed: "What's the use of telling you this? You are just my past. It's boring to coax yourself."
The current little Sethia was affected by her emotions and became so cold-blooded and irritable. This is her current emotional personality.
The real her in the past was tortured in the Golden Village and was finally taken away by the God of Light.
Because at that time, she could already completely control her, a cowardly child full of hatred for the world. She hated all bright things from her bones, but she would obediently listen to the words of the God of Light. It was He who saved her. .
Little Sethia raised her interlocked hands and said pitifully: "But you are the only one who can coax me now. I don't trust others."
Xiao Zhimiao couldn't help but smile and said in unison with her: "I only believe in myself."
"Okay, let's stop here."
Little Sethia let go of her hand: "You go and do the rest of your work. I'm going to die anyway."
Xiao Zhimiao: "If you die, why am I still standing here?"
Little Sethia summoned a few thorns, and when she heard her words, she stopped moving. She lowered her head and looked at her toes, "Can't you lie to me?"
For her now, living is the greatest pain.
From the beginning to the end, she did not look at her own body, as if she could feel the sharp knife cutting into her body just by looking at it.
Little Sethia controlled the thorns and flew towards the golden statue. The thorns entangled the statue in circles. She pulled hard and the golden statue fell down in the flames of the little golden tree.
She muttered: "You have long been unhappy with this statue, why don't you do it yourself."
Xiao Zhimiao smiled. Was her character so awkward and cute when she was a child?
"careful!"
Xu Zhilan's voice came, and the next moment a huge figure came through the fire, waving its claws to grab them.
Each claw was extremely sharp, and one claw could split them in half.
Xu Zhilan jumped on the two of them, pushed them to the ground, and dodged the attack.
Nan Xue launched a fireball to knock the white-haired monster out.
Xu Zhilan looked at the two people below him and smiled helplessly: "You said that you are all the same person. Can you agree on something and avoid conflicts, otherwise I will be in trouble."
Little Sethia blinked at Xu Zhilan and said, "We have always had the same opinions."
Xu Zhilan raised an eyebrow and looked at Xiao Zhimiao: "So is it true that little Cicada just said she likes me?"
Xiao Zhimiao put her hand on his chest and curled her lips: "Of course, good dog.
"
She also specifically said the words "good dog" one by one.
After saying that, she pushed him away from her.
Xu Zhilan suppressed her smile, and the deception was not successful.
He looked at little Sethia, and she gave him a sly smile.
Tsk, no wonder they are the same person, both little foxes!
"You actually burned the statue of the God of Light, which is unforgivable!"
The white-haired monster made a rough sound, roared and rushed towards them.
He thanked him and said, "It's the preacher!"
Xiao Zhimiao's heart was broken by her headshot, but she still wasn't dead?
At this time, Dorothy had transformed into a monster. Her skin was dark and dry, and her legs were stretched very long and thin. However, she was very capable of jumping and jumped in front of them. The claws on her hands seemed to be on her hands. She had a steel knife, and the white hair on her head covered her entire face and was so long that it almost touched the floor.
"Disgusting little monster!"
Dorothy cursed while attacking Xiao Zhimiao and little Sethia.
Although neither of them showed their true faces, Dorothy could smell their souls now.
Hearing her curse, the two of them showed cold expressions at the same time.
Countless thorns entangled towards her, but were cut off by her sharp claws. A flying sword flew from behind Xiao Zhimiao and penetrated Dorothy and pinned her to the ground.
She struggled wildly and kept cursing.
Little Sethia wrapped her tightly with thorns, penetrating through her wounds and locking her bones one by one.
Then, she walked up to Dorothy and said, "Dorothy, you are my mother's student..."
Hearing these words from little Sethia, Dorothy stopped struggling. She raised her head and stared at her: "But she shouldn't betray our faith and give birth to you!"
"She deserves to go to hell, and so do you!"
Xiao Zhimiao walked to little Sethia, looked at the distorted monster in front of her, and lit a flame in her hand. She moved her hand slightly, controlling the thorns to make a torture rack.
She smiled the same evil smile as little Sethia: "My mother is in hell, so you go and stay with her."
"Oh, by the way, I, this dirty and evil little witch, will live for a long time. I will live long enough to spread this crimson light throughout the entire Karon continent and saturate everyone with darkness. I will live long enough to bring down your great God of Light. Altar, knock down all his idols and burn them as firewood, trample them under my feet and stain them with darkness. I will summon the undead now. I will definitely summon your soul back from hell when the time comes, so that you can enjoy it. Then Let’s go to hell together again.”
"You are the devil, devil!"
Xiao Zhimiao threw out the flame in his hand, and Dorothy was instantly engulfed in the flames. She cursed in the flames, roared in pain, and began to beg for mercy at the end of the curse.
Xiao Zhimiao burned her while recuperating her, letting her taste the pain of being burned by the flames.
Xiao Zhimiao and little Sethia just watched with cold eyes. Their emotions began to affect each other, and the hatred in their hearts burned like a fire.
Suddenly, Dorothy's voice stopped.
It was the sword thrown by Xie Zhi that cut off her head.
