Lord of the Oasis

The spiritual power that originally wandered around the outer body of the black elf instantly gathered on his hands.

A drop of liquid drops to the ground.

When the black ‘water pool’ on the ground is in one.

Ten chains protruded from the pool and tied to the fingers of the black elf.

The black elf waved his arm violently.

Unidentified objects exuding black gas all over the body climbed up from the ground pool.

The ground around the black elf also shook endlessly.

The soldiers quickly stood firm to prevent them from falling to the ground.

"What is this?" a soldier exclaimed.

"This is my "pet"-black slave. If you get too close, they will bite." The black elf squatted down and touched the head of one of the creatures, and answered with a smile.

Cremont looked coldly forward a few steps, wanting to see what these creatures were.

It turned out that the creature covered by the black gas turned out to be human, or another form of human.

Cremont's brow furrowed, and he immediately felt that the current situation had become a little difficult.

"Hern!" shouted a soldier, his voice full of terror.

"My God." The soldier standing beside this soldier also covered his mouth and nose and exclaimed.

Hearn? When he heard the name, Cremont felt familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it.

He raised his head subconsciously and happened to collide with the eyes of a'human'.

Cremont's breath was stagnant, and Hern was one of the soldiers who was attacked at the gate of the barracks yesterday.

Cremont remembered his face clearly, but he didn't expect to find this familiar face among the creatures with chains around his neck.

"Isn't Horne taking care of the camp?" Cremont said softly.

Able came to his side and said, "I think we found Hearn why they were unconscious."

Cremont thought about it in his head and said, "It turned out that the black elves had taken away their spirits."

Able raised his finger and pointed to another creeping black slave.

Cremont looked in the direction he was pointing: Sure enough, he found another soldier who fainted yesterday.

"It's still human itself to say what can be used to defeat human beings." The black elf shook the chain in his hands like a pet. Then he spoke to Caladea and his party.

"What you think is really complete." Cremont's forehead had loomed blue muscles.

At this time, a soldier quickly ran to Cremont and reported in his ear: "Captain Cremont, Captain DeWitt has escaped his life."

"Okay." Cremont said quietly. Then he turned and said to the soldiers behind him: "Warriors, the other party tortured our comrades like this. To protect our companions and supplies, follow me to rush!"

"Kill!" All Caladian soldiers waved their weapons.

Cremont didn't say much, clenched the big knife in his hand, and rushed towards Cremont.

The headed black elf smiled, broke the chain in his hand, and turned to walk outside the barracks. All creeping ‘humans’ were like jackals, rushing towards the Caladian soldiers.

The soldiers of Caladea hacked their swords at these menacing ghosts. As a result, the weapons passed through them, except for the sound of friction with the air, which had no effect.

"Empty?" Caladian soldiers surprised.

Without waiting for them to come back, all the black slaves swooped towards them.

Of course, this attack did not leave any actual scars on the Caladian soldiers. Only the attacked soldiers fell to the ground, crouching on the ground and crying.

"What are you crying for?" Cremont exclaimed in confusion as he dodged the slave's attack.

Those who are soldiers are more powerful than ordinary people in terms of willpower.

Cremont has experienced four or five actual battles, and has never seen such a painful and silent soldier on the battlefield.

After a moment of distraction, the black slave found the opportunity to attack.

The moment the black slave swooped forward and penetrated Cremont's body.

Cremont's pupils suddenly dilated. The cold breath invaded the bone marrow, and the logic in his head became disordered.

Cremont felt as if he had left the battlefield. There were cries that erupted in his ears when he was abused by his father as a child.

The picture deep in the memory was salvaged ashore.

Clermont could not hear the sounds around him, and could only recall the scene where he was beaten until he was half dead.

"Dad, I was wrong." Cremont whimpered.

Seeing that Cremont was about to burst into tears with the surrounding soldiers.

A pair of warm palms rested on his shoulders, making it bright again.

Cremont raised his head and looked at the person who gave him redemption.

"Able?"

"Stand up~www.readwn.com~You just fell."

On the chaotic battlefield, Able held out his hand to Cremont.

"Go away!" a black elf noticed the situation on Cremont side and shouted at his companion: "The elf clan will be magic."

The leader of the black elf also noticed that Able radiated holy light at this time. A surprised look appeared on his face.

Seeing this group of Caladian soldiers all fall into their own hands. The fatty meat delivered to his mouth is about to fly away. It's too bad.

The leader of the black elf gritted his teeth, and finally cast a spell to retrieve the black slaves on the battlefield, intending to run along with the others.

"Want to go? It's not that easy." Cremont, who had just been rescued by Able, rushed to the black elves with red eyes. Put your weapon on the other person's neck.

The rescue of the elven tribe was carried out on every troubled Kaladea soldier.

The soldiers regained their fighting power, and then followed Cremont to grab the fleeing black elf back and hold it under the knife.

"Your luck is just a little better." The black elf leader narrowed his eyes dangerously: "If you really want to kill your life, do you think we will beat you?"

"Less nonsense. How about you stabbing our captain? And the spirits of the two of our soldiers, you immediately lift them." Cremont approached the blade to the black elf's neck. Gritted his teeth.

"That knife was stabbed by the soldiers in your rank, what did you do with me." The black elf leader raised his head indifferently and said, "The spirits of the two soldiers you want are for you."

After the voice fell, the chain attached to his left hand broke off two.

The two black slaves also disappeared.

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