Broad World

With the collapse of the inner world, my eyes fell into the boundless darkness again. —Top—Point—Fiction ww.{2}{3}{w}{x}]

Cold!

It hurts!

lonely!

fear!

All the negative emotions poured into the brain in just a moment.

"Ah!!!" Henry yelled and opened his eyes and got up from the ground, panting heavily, with dense beads of sweat covering his forehead.

Soon, he noticed that the wound pierced by the long sword in his chest was healing rapidly, and the crushed heart was inexplicably returning to normal, beginning to beat strongly.

"Puff! Puff! Puff!"

The blood circulation brings energy to every cell again. The skin that was cold like a corpse gradually regains its ruddy luster. After a while, the weak limbs become stronger and stronger as before. At the same time, the arm that was impacted by the divine power is now Slowly returning to normal, although the hand has not grown out, the remaining death force above has been completely expelled, and it seems that there is no major problem.

After confirming that his body had been fully resurrected, Henry raised his head to observe the surroundings.

Not far away, Colby was ganging up with Shiventam. He wore the "Pain Armor" on his body, which was completely an injury-for-life style of play. For a while, he pushed the demigod into a mess, and there were already several **** wounds on his body.

From this we can see why the casters are so keen to create life and species. Because even after the death of the caster, these created guys will still carry out the orders in his lifetime, and will not let go until he dies or the task is completed, such a loyal subordinate. Even the most brutal tyrant can't fault it.

The other side. There are also two people in a tense confrontation. One of them is a dark elf woman who is nearly three meters tall and naked. She is holding a broad sword and has long hair with flowing silver light, which is scattered from the top of the head to the heels, and the light flashing up and down all over her body makes her look like she is wrapped in a curtain of constant transformation.

People with a little bit of common sense can easily recognize that this is the only kind **** among the dark elf gods, Eilistraee, who has the titles of Dark Girl and Dancing Lady.

Opposite her, stood a dark elf man wearing a mask. This guy is wearing a long black cloak. In the gloomy area where you can't see your fingers, the stars and the moon are actually mapped out, and the whole body is exuding a cold and mysterious atmosphere, and it is not a good bird at first sight.

Henry searched the brain for the knowledge of the gods at the fastest speed and found the answer quickly. Obviously, he is the conspiracy and **** of the dark elves, Velen, the son of Rose and Corellon, the elder brother of Eilistraee, and the father of Silventam. A conceited, arrogant, and also a **** who must repay.

I didn't expect the situation to develop up to now. Almost all the gods of the dark elves have already appeared, of course. Except for Gonard, the **** of ooze monster who is not very nervous. It only cares about whether believers offer sacrifices on time, and it doesn't care about life or death at all.

The two gods obviously didn't notice that Henry was still resurrected, and they were still watching each other carefully. They are also weak and other divine powers, so the power is not far worse, maybe a small mistake is enough to cause fatal consequences.

"Leave here now, Velen. I will never allow you to steal the power that belongs to that human mage." Elise Chui widened her eyes and warned loudly.

"Steal? No, my dear sister, the word is not appropriate. The human being is dead, and I just want his body. Get out of the way, I don't have time to play games with you now." Speaking, Velen pulled out the dagger hanging from his waist. He just hid in the dark and witnessed the entire process of Rose's incarnation being destroyed, especially the final explosion that destroyed everything, and he had to get the information anyway.

With this, he can directly resist his mother's rule, let more dark elves believe in himself, and return to the surface when the time is right, and establish an eternal kingdom belonging to the dark elves.

Of course, all this is still in the fantasy stage for the time being. Because Rose's power is too strong, even if several other dark elf gods unite, they are not opponents. But this time she lost an important incarnation, so she gave Velen a perfect opportunity. As the **** of conspiracy, if she didn't even use this theory, she would be very sorry for the priesthood she has mastered.

Elise Chui knew her brother's plan for a long time, so she raised the broadsword without showing any weakness: "Since you want to do it, I will be with you at any time. But in any case, you don't want to get anything today."

"Haha! Don't be so nervous, relax, my sister. As you can see, the power is so powerful that we can cooperate. Think about it, once the mother is defeated, then the entire dark elves can be brought by both of us. Divide. I can fulfill my dream and return to the surface, and you can return some of them to kindness, a perfect win-win, right?"

With no threat at hand, Velen began to seduce and woo him again. He knew very well that all the gods who were paying attention to this place hadn't shown up. For example, the lost lady Shar who had sent him a message must also be spying on it.

In the struggle between the gods and the gods, no one dared to be sure whether he had gained the advantage until the last moment. After all, they themselves represent infinite possibilities. Any mistake will be magnified dozens of times or even hundreds of times. Throughout the history of Faerun Continent, countless gods have fallen because of a small matter, so the current gods have changed. Be extra careful, especially this guy who is busy with conspiracy and tricks, he is a rabbit, and he gets nervous whenever there is a turmoil.

"Stop dreaming, I won't do this kind of depraved thing for strength." Elistrae refused without even thinking about it. What she hates most is the guy who hurts others for no reason, and encourages believers to fight against evil actions. How could such a **** agree to this kind of cooperation that is full of intrigues and tricks.

A red light suddenly appeared in Velen's eyes, followed by a harsh sneer: "Hehehehe! Then I will say sorry, sister, you provoked the fight."

As soon as the voice fell, he disappeared in the blink of an eye. There was no sign, nor did he jump into the plane of shadow, and disappeared out of thin air. It was neither magic nor divine art, nor was it the stealth technique of thieves.

"clang!"

With the crisp sound of the collision of weapons, the **** of conspiracy suddenly appeared. The dagger in his hand was blocked by Elise Tsui, who was holding a broadsword, and the sneak attack did not achieve any effect.

Suddenly, two flames appeared in the air, one of which was pure white, exuding vigorous vitality, and the other was black and red, full of destruction and fury. They seemed to have eyes, and rushed to Velen, followed by a loud noise.

"boom!"

Velen, who was unable to dodge, found that the hand he was holding the weapon was quickly disappearing, and it looked like he was in the middle of the art of dissociation. In just a blink of an eye, the entire arm was gone. He didn't even feel the slightest pain, as if the broken arm didn't belong to him.

Eilistraee was stunned!

This is the incarnation of a god, the strength of the **** itself is no less than any steel, not to mention the maintenance of the gods, the high magic resistance is scary, the spells below level 5 are basically like tickles, and can only hurt at most. To the epidermis. But the two flames just now broke off an arm abruptly, completely subverting her worldview.

With an unhurried pace, Henry came to the front of the two gods and leaned slightly: "Sorry to interrupt your conversation, but I must stand up and declare one thing. Anyone or God wants to hit me. You must be prepared for revenge. I don’t care what kind of power you have, how many believers, how many allies, because they have no meaning in front of my strength. That was just a lesson just now. Next time, you will probably say goodbye to this avatar."

After speaking, his eyes shot two cold lights, instantly locked Velen, stretched out a hand, and suddenly released two flames. It was the black and white that just appeared out of thin air. It looked so powerful and powerful. Weird.

"Curse Fire?!!!" Elise Chui cried out in silence. She and the Goddess of Magic are close allies, and even share one voter, Kui Lu, one of the Seven Sisters of the Northland, a beautiful and kind-hearted dark elf female priest, so she is quite aware of this kind of pure primitive magical energy. flame.

In fact, there are only two types of people on Faerun who can use this power. One of them is the elect of the goddess of magic. They are given the right to use silver fire and can even simulate various magical effects, including damage. , Treatment, assistance, and most importantly, it can repair dead magic areas, penetrate all magic protection and directly burn the target ~ www.ltnovel.com~ is the power that any spellcaster can dream of.

The other is the Arcane Fire, which can only be mastered by the great (mage) masters who have conducted in-depth research on wild magic. It looks like a red energy arrow, completely composed of unprocessed raw energy. Although the effect is not as powerful as the silver fire, it is not much worse. It just has to pay some price, a very expensive price, such as permanently losing a 9th-level spell slot.

As we all know, the 9th-level spell slot can only be obtained by spellcasters over the 17th episode, and it represents the strongest spell below the legend, so there are not many people willing to give up, so the entire Faerun continent can cast the spell fire ability. There are very few people, and almost everyone is famous.

Of course, there are exceptions, and there are some talented guys who can master and use this ability. According to legend, in the entire main plane, only one person truly masters the power of the curse fire in a period of time, and the current controller is called Sandra Hessel, the natural curse fire messenger.

She is the daughter of the mage Gansold and the adventurer Damase. In her early years, she was just a maid who worked in a tavern. Like all orphans who lost their parents in the world, she looked so ordinary and even a little pitiful. . But the situation soon changed. The girl inherited the blood of her mother and was destined to not be able to spend her life ordinary. (To be continued...)