Demon Lord

"Da, Da, Da ..."

Dense and messy footsteps echoed in the quiet and narrow hallway.In the dim light, Captain Spark looked up to his head. With shock.

To the Arcanist, everything in Pashaar's Tower is like a treasure of price, with temptation everywhere.

As descendants of the High Elves, members of the "Holy Church" are convinced that "Arcane" is the most powerful force in the world, and in the words of the "Holy Church", they control the power of "God".

The end of the Arcanist's path is the "God" in people's mouth.

Admittedly ... the low-level Arcanist such as Spark is far away from the "God", but this does not prevent them from yearning for this realm-at this time facing the bright civilization of the high elves in the Pashaar Tower Ruins, although they didn't speak, they were all eager to move.

"Our task is to find a volume filler, to make sure that the first goal is fulfilled ... and then to study the remaining books here."

Spark's order made the subordinates instantly feel the spirit. Obviously, "research books" often meant that they could quietly eat their own food.

The inner area of ​​the Pashare Tower is wide, but the structure is extremely complex. Standing in the center of the tower and raising his head, the only thing that can be seen is the stairs and promenades that are nearly 100 meters high and overlapping.

Captain Spark was puzzled by this irregular structure, but in order to find the "energy filling device", they had to search from the first floor-but they didn't go far, they were a thin figure Blocked the way.

The high elf stared at them in confusion, with a simple robe on his body, proving that he was the lowest-level "Arcanist apprentice" in the high elf mage system.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

He did not show much hostility towards Spark and others, and was more alert, but the "Holy Society" team naturally did not come here for sightseeing. Spark stepped forward and said bluntly: "We want to see the amount Stuffer, "

The high elf frowned, his eyes vigilant: "I don't know how you came in, but‘ energy charger, I ca n’t let you visit, please leave here immediately ’

"So, this thing is indeed here."

Sparks narrowed his eyes, but sneered, raising his hand with just one finger, and the Arcanists behind him instantly released a large group of light, holding the apprentice firmly in place ...

"So ... now, would you show us the way?"

Spark's sneer face gave the apprentice a shudder. He wanted to yell and rebel, but was screamed aloud by the Arcane torture of these members of the "holy congregation". Within minutes, he was completely soft and downcast Took these people to a corridor leading to the underground.

The “Holy Church” has never been a charity. It can be seen from the fact that they can use Camilla as a sacrifice, and torture and torture the high elves through arcane arts. There is also no psychological pressure on Spark. .

After walking all the way down for a few minutes, the group came to a secret room. Spark hesitated for a moment, and finally used the scroll of the "Holy Congregation" to open the last door full of restraints, and then pushed the high elf, and walked into this closet at the bottom of Pashaar's Tower ...

All members of the "Holy Congregation" were attracted by arcane runes never seen in the secret chamber, but did not notice the excitement and excitement flashing in the eyes of the Arcanist apprentice.

"Is the energy charger here?"

In the round house, a metal structure in the center is extremely prominent. Spark looks at it from the right, but can't confirm that this is what they are looking for. The "holy congregation" only knows the "energy filling device". Existence, but never an accurate image description, so at this moment the captain thought for a moment, stretched out his hand and took a "charged spar" from an Arcanist under his hand.

This spar shimmers with a pale blue luster, which obviously also contains some energy.

"Show it to us and prove that this is a volume filler."

Spark ordered the high elf, but the other party was unwilling to cooperate. However, under the spur of several arcane spells, he eventually took a limping step towards the center of the room ...

The Arcanists of the "Holy Congregation" were alert to all accidents, but because they stood at the door of the house, they could not see the increasingly unspeakable smile on the face of the young apprentice--

The "charged spar" was placed on the groove of this strange device, and the faint blue light burst into bloom, then collapsed towards the spar ...

"It looks right."

After feeling the magical breath that spurted out like a tsunami, Spark's always tense nerves finally relaxed—for him, the mission of the "Holy Congregation" was now completely completed.

But just when the thought in his mind just appeared, the elements that spread like a blowout made him frown ... logically, these energies should be filled into the spar, but the current situation is like ——

Element diffusion?

"How is this going?"

He shouted, but then saw that the high elf standing in front opened his arms slowly, as if the cricket earth had been receiving a heavy rain for several years ...

"Damn stop him"

Although Spark didn't understand what was going on, the instinctual sense of crisis made him immediately decide to take action-once ordered, the surrounding Arcanist was about to smash more than ten offensive spells into the center of the room.

The explosion in the enclosed space was far more powerful than in the open area. The sound of detonation was deafening, and the whole house was followed by a tremor.

The dust was gone, and the Arcanist apprentice who had stood in place completely turned into a puddle of meat.

Spark was slightly relieved, but immediately found that the surrounding elements were turbulent but there was no sign of stopping ... all the attacks were neutralized in front of that weird device.

"wrong…"

There was an ominous premonition in his heart, and he stared at the corpse on the ground, but felt that it was impossible for him to die.

As soon as this idea appeared, Spark immediately noticed the sound of footsteps behind him-the Arcanists of the "Holy Society" turned back together, but saw a sudden opening in the corridor behind them, which was originally hidden Door, a high elf arcanist wearing various robes slowly walked out of them.They looked different and had different grades, but the expressions of all the people were amazingly similar. The eyes were collectively focused on Sri Lanka. Parker's body.

"The volume fillers you want, there are twenty-seven in this city. But here, half of them are not ..."

More than twenty arcane masters seemed to be collectively manipulated by puppets, while saying exactly the same thing.

Their very different voices are mixed together, but they are unified with arrogance and jokes: "However, I still want to thank you for opening these restrictions left by Khadgar ..."

The faces of Spark and others changed dramatically, and at the same time they realized that they seemed to fall into a huge trap from entering the city.

"It's not easy to seduce you here ... but insulted by you several times in order to restore my strength ... what else?"

In the increasingly powerful elemental light, these high-elven arcanists suddenly raised their hands collectively, and when Spark didn't have time to respond at all, he bombarded all the elements of violent outburst on him--

Spark flew out without a doubt ~ www.readwn.com ~ 呷 "

His body directly smashed a wall out of a pit, and the horrible force smashed Spake's whole bones on the spot, causing him to lose his breath even half a word ...

The remaining members of the "holy congregation" were frightened, they raised their hands and prepared to fight back, but found that more and more high-elf arcanas were pouring out from the hidden stone gates on both sides of the corridor.

The expressions of all the high elves were abnormal, except that the hot light was shining in their eyes. They slowly opened their mouths, and the words with countless echoes became the most terrible nightmare in the ears of all "Holy Order" Arcanists-

"Want to run? Turing will play with you slowly ..."