Chapter 117

In the night sky, the moonlight passed through the black veil and fell into the forest lying on the earth like a giant beast.

The two young men kept a close distance.

"Philore, I'm curious about your necklace. Why don't you lend it to me?"

The speaker, dressed in a gray black robe with golden hair and red pupils, is only about 1.7 meters tall and slightly emaciated, which makes him look a little thin. However, his immature face shows that he is only seventeen or eighteen years old.

"No, no, no, it's impossible. The oak sage will never let the necklace off his neck!"

He was answered by a young man who was nearly his age, but he was a little taller than him. In answering, because of his movements, his long hair wiggled in his ears, and the pointed ears revealed his race, an elf.

He was dressed in a green robe with gold and white trim, which made him have a wonderful charm, because if someone else said that, he could not help holding the necklace on his neck and said with reason.

"I don't think your necklace has any effect at all. Ferol. " The young man in the grey robe waved the short stick in his hand, and the blue gem on it glowed brightly. "I've been acting with you for so long, and I don't feel any power in it at all. It's just a common ornament."

Then he put his hand around his neck and pulled up the silver necklace under his collar: "look at me. My tutor has fixed a spell on it. It can...

" OK, wiggs, you've shown off several times. " Philore waved his hand, with a look of disgust.

"I feel like you're jealous of me, philore." The young man named wiggs shook his hair wildly, "I'm so handsome..."

"you're narcissistic."

"Thank you for the compliment

As they walked and talked, wiggs asked, "Why are you looking for the wandering Troll? What value do they have? "

"Didn't you say that wandering trolls might have something to do with elves?" Philore looked around as if looking for something.

"Hey! How can you take it seriously, philore!? I'm just saying it. " Wiggs rolled his eyes. "And I mean trolls and elves may have a common ancestor, not a wandering troll."

"No way. How could a dirty creature like a troll have a common ancestor with the elves?" Philore turned his head and looked at him as if he had become another man.

Noticing the familiar look of phillol, he whispered that the elf was really changeable. Wiggs quickly raised his hands: "no, no, philore, I just said that it is possible, it is very possible. Besides, don't you still think that the wandering troll is possible? Why can't trolls work? "

Ferrell turned his head. "It's not possible."

After that, his tone changed again: "the wandering troll is much more adorable than the troll."

Wandering trolls look like trolls, but they are much better than trolls.

"Perhaps?" Wiggs nuzzled. He didn't go on with the topic, but at this moment, he suddenly found that philore's movements stopped.

"What happened?" He asked, frowning.

"Shhh -" philore hissed, motioning for Vignes to be quiet. Then he made a listening movement. "The forest is restless. Someone is surrounded by demons."

"Let's go, let's save people!" At his words, wiggs grasped the short handle staff and went straight ahead, while philore was stunned and followed.

...

in the forest, art waved his black iron cane indifferently, and the dark spiritual energy was attached to it.

The sharp blade, attached to a psionic power, arcs through the abdomen of a lizard like black monster the size of his calf.

The tusked lizard's snout opens, and its long scarlet tongue, full of spines, shoots out and shoots at att.

Du -

as expected, at's slight side of the body, with a long sharp tongue, swept over the edge of a light black ring emerging on his body surface, wiping a small piece of the psychic ring away.

When the power ring disappears, at the same time, art will stick down the black iron stick, killing the magic object completely.

However, at this time, a large piece of ground suddenly rose one meter to the left of Yat, and another similar black lizard emerged from the ground at the same time, with a little moist soil on the sharp corner of his head.

There are twenty of them.

Instead of panicking, Yat grabs the black iron cane and flings the lizard carcass at them.

Ignoring the fact that it was a companion's body, several black lizards spat out their tongues, and their sharp tongues were about to penetrate its body.

However, at this time, the head of the dead black lizard suddenly raised, and the tusked lizard's snout opened --

"ahA sharp voice, far from the lizard's call, formed a thin layer of frost on all the black lizards, and the vertical eyes of the lizards showed fear.

Subconsciously, they move backwards.

And at this time, dark shadows fall from the sky.

Nine blood red crows form a blood curtain over a black lizard.

At the same time, the other ten pairs of red eyes cast their strong desire to attack other black lizards:

and a group of strong crows, two circles stronger than the blood crows, then fell down. The strong sharp claws directly grasped the black lizard's back and stabbed it into it. The black red beak fell down fiercely and directly pecked through the black lizard's head and penetrated into their not big brain Department.

Art swings his cane and the power is gone, but at the same time he raises his right leg - a dark psionic emerges at the bottom of his boot.

A heavy step backward.

A black lizard, who had just crawled out of the ground and was ready to launch an attack, was trampled on by one foot, and the lower part of his body was flattened by one foot. The severely injured Black Lizard raised his head with a scream, and ejected its long, sharp tongue into att's thigh.

However -

hiss -

the blade fell, pinning the long tongue into its mouth, and at's right hand pressed down on the top of the stick.

The sharp blade at the bottom runs directly through its tongue and jaw.

Raise your legs, pull up your cane, and you fall again.

The boots attached to the power stepped on its head, and the sense of bone fragmentation came. The head of the black lizard exploded under his feet and slowly spread from the sole of the shoe to the surrounding soil.

Art raises his foot and looks at the soles of his feet. It shows that the skill of the crow mage lights up, and the blood on his boots is peeled off and falls to the ground.

Then art turned her head indifferently and looked at the battle field of crows and black lizards www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!