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Act 1: Overture to the Phantom Forest Chapter 37: The Sublimated Divine Curse

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    Lamesile turned his head and counted, gasping for air. There were actually 26 elves, and the compass could only transmit 25.  What went wrong?  The ranger thought, Yan Yan Mage should not sell fake goods, this would be of no benefit at all.  It should be Violet The scene flashed back to when the businesswoman asked [Flash of True Knowledge] a question. The prerequisite she set was "caught during this war."  Ramesilai couldn’t help but look back at Aunt Lux. The old lady didn’t know how long she had been staying in the Castle of Blood.  At this time, the elves probably understood that something was wrong and someone might want to stay.  No one dared to take the lead and say let me go, but they all looked at the princess with pleading eyes.  The few minutes when 23 pairs of sad eyes remained on Drushilia were the most difficult experiences in her life, and she still has lingering fears even after many years.  Drusilia opened and closed her mouth, but could not utter a single word.  Lamesile gritted his teeth and said: "Give me the gasification body potion and I'll keep it." "You can't run far, those humans" "I'll take the liberty to interrupt you two." Lux interrupted and said that she was a prisoner.  The only one who did not show any pity, his expression was solemn and calm, as if he was attending an etiquette course.  "Don't forget your responsibilities, ranger. Reckless sacrifice is not greater than protecting your compatriots and surviving. The former is just a useless name, while the latter has a future. If you want to stay, you have to choose from others." Ramesilai became popular again: "Yours  Do you mean to initiate a cruel selection before leaving? To see who has the lowest survival value and then discard them?" "No," Lux said calmly.  "I'll stay." All the elves were shocked.  Just as Ramesilai was about to speak, the human noise outside started again.  The pike is anxious, even though it looks calm.  In the corners of his soul, he tried his best to explain himself to some will that controlled his life and death.  "Please don't be anxious. The elf's reserves will be consumed soon, and the capture is just around the corner." "Give me some more time! It's coming soon, it's coming soon" The voice became sharper and louder, urging him to rush forward.  Tearing at the pike's consciousness.  When the giant claw beetle rushed up, the voice took over, and the green flames in the eyes of the slave catcher leader started again.  The slave catchers held iron shields and charged forward, hoping to overwhelm the giant insects who were also charging.  At the moment of collision, humans discovered that misestimating the power of insects was like running into a mudslide.  The giant claw beetle grunted and pushed forward quickly with a group of humans. The slave catchers crowded and pushed each other. It was not until more than thirty strong men pushed one after another that the team did not retreat. But the guys holding shields at the front,  It had been squeezed to the point where its internal organs were broken and it was no longer human.  The pike couldn't bear it and rushed forward to stop the fight.  He squeezed to the front and punched the beetle so hard that cracks appeared on the surface of the beetle. The six arthropod legs of the beetle softened and it almost fell down.  The green turbid fire was ignited, and the beetle screamed, swaying its head and tail and rolling. In less than half a minute, the majestic big bug turned into debris, and the stench of sulfur filled the entire passage.  Humans immediately respected and feared the pike, and no one dared to look into his terrifying eyes.  At the end of the passage, Ramesile could not understand the situation. He only knew that the beetle was dead and the caltrops on the ground had little effect.  He took out his last killer move, the weapon of mass destruction highly recommended by the Demon Eye Supervisor, the Fireball Necklace.  This string of fiery red beads was packed in a small shockproof box. Although Ramesile did not understand the explosion, he believed that Flamir's careful movements when picking up the necklace represented extreme danger.  The ranger tied the necklace to the feather arrow and shot it from a distance. Then he immediately closed the door of the torture chamber and held it hard.  Pike’s psychological warning signs sounded, and decades of intuition made him turn around and hide in the crowd at all costs.  "Boom!" Ramesile still underestimated the power of fireball, especially in narrow passages.  The air that was suddenly heated and expanded thousands of times formed a shock wave, and the humans in the corridor were launched like cannonballs, followed by flames.  Ramesilai was hit by the blown prison door, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out. The other elves hid behind the torture instruments, but were not harmed.  At the starting point of the corridor, the pike staggered up, its nose filled with the aroma of barbecue. Dozens of slave catchers were covered in blood and flesh, and their broken limbs were spread all over the ground.  The pike relied on the protection of the turbid fire. The injury was not fatal, but it was also extremely serious.  The most troublesome thing was that the power inside his body was rolling and surging, making him tremble all over.  "There is still a chance, please don'tI can do it" Pike explained desperately.  They are about to teleport away. You have wasted my gift, the voice said.  The pike felt like its internal organs were churning, its throat was being choked, and it was difficult to breathe.  "Boss! What's wrong with you!" Mott heard the loud noise outside and rushed in to hold the pike.  The pike's face turned purple, and suddenly a black stream of turbidity spurted out, covering Mott's head and face.?Yes.  Scar Mott screamed, and the black things were all two-finger-long leeches, twisting on the face with mucus, opening their mouths wide and biting the skin.  Mort could even hear the sound of the leech sucking blood. He tried his best to shake it off, but he couldn't shake it off at all. In just ten seconds, the strong man shriveled up like a dried fruit.  The skinny corpse fell down, and the boss couldn’t scream his last breath before death.  The pike vomited first, then opened its mouth wide, and thousands of black soft-bodied reptiles poured out and crawled all over its body.  The leeches entangled and bonded with each other, and before long, a monster 3 Sammi tall, composed of countless reptiles, took shape.  He retains the shape of human hands and feet, a bumpy head, and two spots of green light.  The once-all-powerful slave-catching leader eventually became a victim of the gods. His proud wisdom failed to be used and turned into a terrifying [Ten Thousand Leech Monster].  [[[CP|W:543|H:553|A:L|U:
]]] The monster moved slowly towards the execution chamber against the passage.  "What is that?" Drusilia watched as countless leeches emerged from the smoke and gradually approached.  Lux shot a few arrows, which penetrated the black body, but had no effect except killing a dozen leeches.  "You guys leave quickly!" the old elf shouted.  "But" "There is no but. In terms of age, I have nothing to regret; in terms of status, being brave, fearless, and aboveboard is the spirit of a nobleman. Your Royal Highness, please allow me to retain the last honor!" Druxili  With a pale face, she said, "You won't survive. Whether it's the monster or a human, they will torture you about the secrets of magic." Lux remained unmoved. She turned to Ramesile who was coughing up blood: "Mr. Ranger, please give me a dagger.  " Lamesile's face was dark, and he handed over the dagger and said: "I apologize to you for my rudeness, Mammy. You have made me understand the real nobility. The big men in Ludu are only qualified to be your students!  " Lux was not overjoyed by the praise. She touched Drusilia's head and said, "Your Highness, Nielon, bless you." After that, she rushed out of the prison door.  Drusilia stretched out her hand wordlessly, but in the end she was unable to keep Lux away. She bit her lip to prevent tears from flowing out.  The teleportation circle in the torture chamber emitted blue light, and all the elves disappeared without a trace.  ——————————————————————————————————————————————  ———— Outside the dungeon, Murphy Ting was frightened. First there was a loud noise and a large pile of minced meat was sprayed out.  After a while, Ten Thousand Leech Monster crawled out of the dungeon angrily, his mission failed.  The guards were so frightened that they fled in all directions. Mephistin held the box containing the mysterious spell, still thinking about the hunting game.  He threatened the guards' relatives and lured them with large sums of money to gather his men and besiege the monster.  Swords, bows and arrows all had no effect. Thousands of leech monsters raised their arms and swiped away, sucking the living people into mummies.  Mephistin racked his brains and suddenly remembered the "vampire weapon" that the god mentioned. Isn't that it?  And then there’s…salt!  "Go to the kitchen and get all the salt!" The guards poured salt from a distance. The leeches quickly dehydrated and died when they hit the salt.  Large tracts of leeches peeled off, and the monster shrank in size by half.  Then there was a bang, and the monster exploded, and the remaining leeches fell on the guards, causing a burst of howling.  Mephistin hid behind the shield, rushed into the place where the monster exploded, picked up a handful of viscous bodily fluids and smeared it on the box, then locked it with a click, and the deacon of Bloodstock Castle was ecstatic.  At this time, he looked up and saw that everything was out of control.  The fire ignited half of the fortress, and some slave catchers took advantage of the chaos to go back to their old trade, killing and robbing.  The frontline slave-catching base that had been in operation for decades was destroyed.  The spell in the box became Mephistin’s only way to survive. He staggered back to his attic office and locked the door behind his back.  A group of gangsters with red eyes followed outside and banged on the door.  The fire outside the window was blazing, a scene of doomsday.  Mephistin took out the note and looked extremely solemn. He was not so solemn when he read his mother's eulogy.  Mephistin recited the spell word by word: "Anyone who doesn't play hooligan for the purpose of falling in love is a Pleasant Goat?" Bang!  —————————————————————————————————— Beiming: I’m asking for recommendation votes. If you don’t give them, I’ll give them to you.  Happy sheep.  Do you like the updates at 5:00 and 11:00 these two days?  Or is it better to say 10:05 in the past?  Please tell me in the book review section.
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