Taming the Dark Lord

It's getting late.

The blonde girl in the bed curtains gradually fell asleep, and the dim moonlight spilled on the floor through the window frames.

There was silence in the room.

Squeak

The door handle in the basement turned silently.

The door was pushed open Shen Shen, and the elf walked out of the darkness, looking around indifferently.

His slender and powerful fingers naturally dropped to his side, and the fingertips were still lingering with some dark magical fluorescence that had not yet dissipated.

Before Amelia didn't know, the dark elf's magic power had long been restored, he pretended to be weak, and has been dormant until now.

"Humph."

The elf's thin lips evoked a ridiculous arc, and his bloody eyes turned to the sleeping girl in the layers of white gauze.

"Disgusting woman, kill you now."

In the shadows under his feet, dark tentacles were about to move, crawling forward slowly along the ground.

There was a smoky burning sound wherever he went, and the indestructible magic gold floor was corroded into black potholes.

The tentacles crawled extremely fast, and in a flash, they crawled into the bed curtain, dripping with dirty mucus, looking down at Amelia from a high level, spitting out a snake letter like a snake, as if she was about to be taken in the next second. Swallow into the abdomen.

'Kill her.'

The elf whispered, he stretched out his slender arm, and pointed his five fingers at the bed curtain, as if the woman was right in front of him, slowly clenching into a fist.

The tentacles opened a big mouth full of fangs, and bit at the girl fiercely——

A white light flashed before the elf's eyes suddenly.

Just as the fingers were about to close together, a piece of white bandage slipped from the wrist and fell into the elf's sight from above.

It was the bandage that the woman changed for him.

Since I brought him back, I will help him dress up the wound and apply wound medicine every day. Even if my temper is particularly bad today, I changed the medicine angrily.

The elf's fingers stopped abruptly.

He stood on the spot for a long time, his eyes were indeterminate, as if he was engaged in a fierce psychological struggle.

After a long time, the tentacles hesitated forward.

The blonde girl suddenly vomited a dream word vaguely, turned her body, frightened her tentacles suddenly flashed backwards, like a fierce but timid little animal, she had not made up her mind, but she had to pretend to bark her teeth Fierce look.

The elf gritted his teeth hard.

What are you hesitating, kill her!

Even if she saves you and helps you heal your wounds, she is a person of Guangming God.

Anyone who has anything to do with light should die, no exceptions!

The face of the elf was extremely cold, his fists were clenched tightly, and his eyes were dull and unclear.

He paused for a while, and finally retracted his tentacles angrily, turned and walked out of the palace.

Let you live for a while, and I will kill you next time!

The streets without people at night were cold and silent, only a few magic candlelights flickered in the air, and a group of knights patrolling at night was passing by.

A knight yawned quietly under the cover of his helmet.

What a bad luck, it was his turn to patrol at night again.The knight who hadn't slept for two days complained in his heart, lazily dragging along with the team.

He didn't see it, just before his eyes, a few strands of silver hair floated by.

The hair that was blown by the wind was like a soft cloth, and it swept across the knight's cold armor, and then followed his master to pull away from the area.

The dark elf was hiding in the darkness, and the soles of his feet stepped on the ground, passing by the Cavaliers.

In the night of the temple tree shadows, the dark elves walked in the shadows, as if blending with the darkness, and like the king who rules the darkness, let all filth surround him, admire him, but fear him.

The elf suddenly remembered the woman's frustrated face when he found him running, and snorted.

"Stop! Who is it? What is it for?"

A late-sleeping bishop happened to pass by, squinted his eyes and took a close look at the absent-minded dark elf, then sneered: "Dark elf? I'm so courageous, I dare to sneak into the temple."

The bishop's attitude was contemptuous, and he didn't even take his wand, and a soft radiance was condensed in his hand, like an open fishing net, he drew a few cold rays, and rushed towards the dark elf.

"It just so happens that there is a newly learned magic that needs to be tested, and it falls into my hands, you are unlucky."

The bishop's smile was full of blood, and he watched the elf die.He didn't put the dark elf in his eyes at all, this kind of weak creature, he had no idea how many he killed in the dungeon and laboratory.

In the dark night, this light is particularly dazzling.

The indifferent elf raised his eyes indifferently and arrogantly and gave him a look, frowning in disgust.

Dirty and annoying choppy.

Darkness spread silently, gurgling and bubbling like a boiling swamp.

At the moment when the light exploded, the hideous tentacles suddenly threw out from the shadows, opening a hideous mouth full of scarlet mucus.

The bishop's eyes widened in horror, and before he could escape, he was swallowed by the whole son.

Hiccups~~

The tentacles hiccuped contentedly, and squeezed their body slowly back to the shadow.

"Spit it out and swallow everything in its stomach." The dark elf raised his eyebrows in disgust and kicked out the aggrieved tentacle.

The tentacle twisted a few times reluctantly, and saw that the elf was determined and opened his mouth to spit out the half-digested pitted bishop.

"what are you doing?"

The tentacle was frightened for a moment, and he hid the corpse under him in a panic, hurriedly returning to the darkness.

Amelia was wearing her pajamas, holding the crescent scimitar in one hand, and flicking away the willow branches, frowning at the tight dark elf.

"Who made you run out, didn't I tell you? You can't come out casually."

Like a cat with its tail stomped on, the dark elf suddenly erected a thorn all over his body, retorting her sharply, "You want to keep me imprisoned in the basement?"

"When did I say that I would imprison you." Amelia frowned. "Isn't the door always open and unlocked? As long as you don't go out, you can't let others see."

"What's the difference between that and imprisonment." The elf sneered.

Amelia was startled.

She really did not consider this issue.The elf lost his memory and knew nothing, so he was locked in a house and not allowed to go out. In his opinion, it was indeed no different from imprisonment.

Even if Amelia is for his good, she cannot deny the fact that she has always been thinking about herself and the innocent people, and has not considered the feelings of the elves.

She was a little guilty, coughed, and dryly said: "Just to protect your safety, the sanctuary is heavily guarded. You can't go out like this. I'll send you out when I get the chance, okay?"

In Amelia’s eyes, the dark elf standing in front of the long stalks was dressed in a tattered shirt with blood stains, bare feet, tall and thin, looking so thin and pitiful in the contrast of the huge church. .

It was like a little cub covered in scars, even with sharp fangs, it could not escape from the patrol and hunt of the Cavaliers.

Wait a moment, when news from the inspection team arrives, and if it proves that he is not the murderer, send him back to the border.Amelia thought guiltily.

The dark elf keenly caught this pity, his eyes condensed, and he said every word: "Do you think I am weak?"

The space around the two slowly oscillated as he spoke.

The dark elf was really angry.

He raised his hands high and let the pesky woman go, but now she actually thinks he is weak?

Amelia quickly explained: "No, I didn't mean it, I'm afraid you will be caught."

The more she said, the elves became more angry. At this time, she remembered that she was still a person of the Light God Cult, her eyes were scarlet, and her teeth were grinning fiercely: "The running dog of the old thief, I will kill you now. "

I don't know why, after all, the elf still didn't use the hideous tentacles, but a thin light whip spread from the fingertips, carrying the momentum of breaking through the air, and slammed it at the girl.

Amelia was taken aback, tapped her toes to avoid it, "Stop making trouble, the movement is so loud, what if someone else attracts you?"

The dark elf sneered sarcastically, "Isn't this as you want? Don't you want to hand me over to someone else?"

Amelia hesitated for a moment: "You...how did you know?"

The spirit snorted coldly, without answering, he raised his hand and waved the light whip.

The whip looked thin, its power was not small, and it instantly cracked the hard rock on the ground.

Speaking of this topic, Amelia also got angry, her eyes sank, her petite and weak face was full of coldness: "There is only you in that alley. Didn't you say this yourself? Who else do you have?"

The dark elf furrowed his eyebrows, his narrow eyes were full of anger, and his attacks became more rapid. He no longer kept his hands: "I said, I don't! Remember! Got it!"

The frequency and speed of his whip was getting faster and faster, and Amelia gradually couldn't stand it, and doubts arose in her heart.

This dark elf still has injuries on his body and is inconvenient to move. It is already so severe, no worse than the archbishop in the religion.From this point of view, he must have been a great man in his heyday.

He might have been living for many years, cruel, and bloody on his hands.

Such a strong man, seriously injured, appeared in the corner of the alley not far from the scene of the massacre. Is it really just a coincidence?

Amelia felt cold, and the bad guess became more real, and the more she thought about it, the more certain she became. She almost imagined the dark elf standing in a sea of ​​blood on the corpse mountain and laughing wildly.

That being the case.Her eyes sank, and she didn't intend to waste time with the elf here.

With a twist of her wrist, she pushed the scimitar to her waist, concentrated, and drew the dark thread previously buried on the elf.

A wave of strange magic waved out and spread across the whole body of the elf in an instant.

"Boom!"

The elf's movements suddenly froze, motionless, and fell face down.

Amelia breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, to be on the safe side, she had left something on the dark elf when he was in a coma. Otherwise, she would fight seriously, she might not be able to beat the elf.

"Don't struggle. This is a magic binding curse that claims that even a god can be trapped. It can't be broken."

Amelia knelt down and said to the elf who stared at her fiercely.

The dark elf fell to the ground paralyzed, eyes dripping with hatred, and pierced her body firmly.

Amelia shrugged and stopped wasting her tongue to persuade him. She walked around the people, thinking about getting them back from there.

At this moment, the corner of her eye suddenly caught a glimpse of a person at the end of the opposite road.

It seems that a knight has patrolled here.

Amelia was shocked, and hurriedly hid the people in the bushes on both sides of the road, using magic to cover up the mess on the road.

As soon as this was done, the knight embarked on this path.

"Chief Sir?"

The knight commander was startled by Amelia who was standing on the night road in a white dress like a ghost.

"It's me." Amelia patted the grass blades on the edge of her skirt awkwardly, "Can't sleep, come out and take a turn."

The knight nodded, politely lowered his eyes, avoiding the girl's white and soft chest.

"You continue to patrol, don't worry about me." Amelia secretly glanced at the bush where the elf was hidden, praying in her heart that this unruly elf would never make any noise at this time.

"Yes."

The knight commander got up and walked past Amelia in a humble posture. When he was about to walk out of this path, he remembered something and whispered:

"Master, we have new clues about the massacre. An eagle feather was found on one of the corpses, and traces of eagles were also detected at the scar. We guessed it was an eagle. The monsters killed those civilians."

Amelia: ....????

Seeing the girl did not move, the knight commander saluted again and walked out of the area following the patrol route.

Amelia stood there for a moment in a daze.

After a while, she walked to the edge of the bushes, revealing the scarlet eyes of the elf, and said in a humble manner: "Big man, I was wrong."