Broad World

On a hill five kilometers away from Gaolibao, Tyran Tier was standing next to a huge rock, looking at the silver-white spar the size of grains of sand embedded on it. Obviously, this happened only recently, because he remembered clearly that there was no such peculiar mineral here before.

As Lina said, these silver-white little things exude strange radiation all the time, not only killing countless small animals like voles, birds, frogs, but also causing plants to wither in large numbers, showing a positive area. Create a morbid ecological environment.

After carefully blessing himself with an energy shield, Tyran Tier gently dug a grain with his fingers and observed it carefully. This is a kind of transparent solid crystal, which feels a bit like glass. The periphery is very round, and it seems that there have been traces of melting, as if it was embedded in the rock because of some kind of explosion.

Just when he was about to probe deeper, suddenly, a wave of magic appeared in the air, and dozens of portals were opened one after another. In the blink of an eye, a whole group of heavily armed dark elf warriors emerged. Judging from their outfits, there are warriors, thieves, priests, and mages among them. They are all equipped and definitely not enemies that can be easily dismissed.

However, the most shocking thing is an old man whose hair is about to fall out and with several abscesses on his face, who looks like an undead creature. He looked terrifying, his whole body was almost skinny, and a fist-sized silver-white spar was embedded on his forehead, which looked exactly like those small particles on the rock.

Tyrantir felt a huge threat from this immortal fellow, especially the huge energy radiation that couldn't be concealed. It was just like a life-saving charm. If it weren't for the protection of an energy shield, I'm afraid it would take a few minutes. Will be killed within. He asked loudly and vigilantly: "Who are you? Why did you show up near my castle?"

The half-dead dark elf old man stared at his always cloudy eyes. There was a tingling smirk: "Hey hey hey! Not bad. As a mage hovering near the threshold of the legend, your reaction is quite sharp, but in my eyes it is not enough. Otherwise, it is yours today. Dead time!"

"Who are you? What hatred do you have with Henry?" Tyrante asked with a cold face. He heard the unforgettable hatred from the words just now, and he knew it without asking. This guy must be Henry's enemy.

"Who? Of course the enemy! I want him to feel the pain of his own children being killed!" The old man clenched his fists and shouted frantically. His face covered with abscesses was abnormally distorted, and the huge spar on his forehead flickered and looked very strange.

Hearing this *naked declaration of revenge, Tyrantil finally confirmed his thoughts. As a great (mage) master of a kind-hearted camp, he certainly couldn't give two innocent children to the guy in front of him, so apart from anything else, he immediately began to bless protection magic and prepare for a **** battle.

The old dark elf sneered with disdain, and sneered in a low voice: "I can't help myself! Now let you see what the real power is! In order to get it. I made myself look like this is not expensive or expensive. !"

"Vengeance? I dare not go to Henry himself, but to deal with two children. You are just a coward! Come on, let me see what your so-called power is." Entered a state of combat. He could see that the small green crystals embedded in the rock definitely had something to do with the person in front of him. Maybe it was some kind of new magic, or some kind of special direct advancement. In short, it must be quite difficult to deal with.

"No! There is bound to be a battle between me and him, and only one can survive. But before that, he must pay the price! A heavy price! It must be painful! More painful than me! As for you. There is nothing left. Used it, so go to hell!"

As soon as the voice fell, the huge spar on the old man's forehead instantly emitted a bright white light. In the blink of an eye, Tyrantir felt that his chest had been hit hard, and none of the spells he had just blessed had any effect. Following a loud noise, a huge energy impact erupted within a radius of tens of meters. A small mushroom cloud.

Before he could even react, he was shocked and fainted. The entire lower body is gone, although it is not dead yet, but it's fast too. At the current rate of bleeding. You will lose your life in five minutes at most. Moreover, the small spar pieces embedded in the skin are also quite deadly. Maybe they will die of radiation before the blood dries out.

A cruel smile appeared on a dark elf's face. He drew out the long sword and was about to cut off Tyrantir's arms. Suddenly, the old man who had just started to stop said: "Stop! Pastor. Stop the bleeding, don't die."

"Hehe, use a child as bait? It's perfect revenge. I can't wait to see that scene with my own eyes. As you wish, Master Chasma." After speaking, a dark elf priest licked her lips. Two steps forward, he used a "cure for serious injuries" to stop the spewing blood. She obviously enjoyed this process very much. Revenge and killing are always the most beautiful words in the dark elf dictionary.

"I must make this guy suffer and torment and watch my children die tragically in front of me before I kill him. No one can stop this revenge! No one!" Zasma said categorically. Even the other dark elves around were shocked by the coldness and madness he showed, and they lowered their heads slightly to show respect for the strong.

It turns out that this guy is the enemy that Henry made when he went to the ground for the first time, the dark elf master (mage) Chasma. In order to get revenge, this guy went to the depths of the earth and found this kind of ore that exudes powerful radiation. After research and purification, he found that this thing not only can generate huge energy, but also quite difficult to prevent.

In order to be able to harness this powerful energy, Chasma did not hesitate to take risks and embedded it in his brain. Obviously, he gained extraordinary power as a result, and even crossed the threshold of legend. But the cost is not small, the current half-dead look is one of them, and the internal organs have also been mutated due to a large amount of radiation. Suffering extreme pain all the time.

Now, this avenger is back. He wants to return all the pain he has suffered over the years. This time is just the beginning, and there is a whole set of retaliation plans waiting to be implemented. He vowed to destroy all Henry's cherished things, family, relatives, friends, territory, and people, all of which are the targets of revenge.

Seeing that only half of Tyrante’s body had completely stopped the blood, Chasma said to the other dark elves: “Let’s go, now is the time to capture the castle. Without the presence of a high-level mage, there is simply not a blow ."

Soon, this dark elf team marched towards the direction of Fort Gaoli. It didn't take long. They came to the solid gate. With an order, the attack began. In just a few minutes, Chasma, a legendary mage, blasted the door open, and the dark elf priest quickly blessed the warriors with magic skills, swarmed in and fought fierce battles with the golem in the corridor.

The sudden change frightened Allen out of his mind. He couldn't believe that this tightly defended castle had been captured so easily. Now it was too late even if I wanted to escape, the space around the entire castle was firmly locked by spells, and the only exit was blocked.

Thankfully, a few minutes ago. Both Lina and Liv sneaked out, otherwise they might be served in one pot. Allen now only hopes that his aunt and sister don't come back too early, so that at least one person can run back to report the letter.

The fierce battle downstairs soon ended. In front of the magic sword of the dark elf. No matter how strong the golem was, it couldn't stand it, and it was completely destroyed in a short time. Next, under the leadership of the mage and priest, these guys began to search every room and secret door in the tower one by one.

Alan tried to calm himself down, curled up tightly, hiding behind a portrait in the corridor. Although I don't know if this is useful, the surrounding darkness can at least bring a sense of security. He just stayed silently, not saying a word or moving, waiting for his destiny to come.

Unfortunately. Ten minutes later, a wizard detected this place with magic spells. A soldier violently picked up the little boy from the hiding place. They didn't stop for a moment and took it directly to the lobby on the first floor.

Looking at the children of his enemy. There was a hint of revenge on Chasma's face. He knelt down and stared at the boy and asked, "Boy, do you know why I want to catch you?"

"No... I don't know. But you'd better let me go, otherwise my father and Master Tyrant won't let you go." Although Alan felt very scared, he still gritted his teeth for composure. This was the first time he really faced danger, and it was not easy for a child under ten years old.

"Hahahaha! Do you know? Your father killed my son many years ago, and now I want to use you to retaliate like him. As for Tyrantil, the old guy has only half of his body left. Cry. Scream! Kneel down to please me! This may relieve a bit of pain!" Chasma threatened the boy in front of him with vicious words. He is eager to see the enemy's child crying and breaking down. It would be best if he can go crazy~www.ltnovel.com~ But Alan is not like the enemy. He bit his lower lip tightly and stood stubbornly on the spot. His silver eyes revealed perseverance, without showing any surrender at all.

Chasma glanced at the boy and said with a sneer: "Don't worry, little thing, after you have tasted the dark elf torture art, you will soon understand that only obedience can reduce pain..."

Before he could finish his words, the female priest hurriedly ran down from upstairs and shouted: "Master, the entire castle has been searched, and there is no one else at all."

"It doesn't matter, as long as the boy is there. You must know that the son always has a special meaning to the father. Let's go, we should go back." Zasma left a word on the wall of the castle hall. , And then directly teleported away with the Elf Squad and Allen. He couldn't wait to find a place to torture his enemy's heirs, so as to alleviate the burning fire of revenge in his heart.

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