What does it mean to be born a dragon slayer on the battlefield?
Just look at the orcs who are extremely excited and roaring at this moment.
It means that it will instantly bring almost unlimited morale, causing soldiers who were still running hastily to stop and have the thought "We can win" in their hearts.
Some people even began to think that Thrall received a blessing from the orc god Gruumsh or the storm god Talos.
Otherwise, how could a warrior cause such a shocking storm that even a powerful dragon would be unable to continue flying and fighting in such bad weather?
At this moment, Thrall's posture as he stood on the dragon's corpse, letting the madness and torrential rain hit him, was as if the God of War descended to earth, full of indescribable domineering power, as if all this existed to set off his power.
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admiration!
respect!
worship!
Thousands of orcs kept chanting the name "Dragon Slayer" like crazy, as if they wanted to vent all their depression, anger and other emotions from being chased by dragon knights and aerial gunships.
After seeing this scene, the other monsters also gathered together, gradually recovering from the chaos and regaining a certain degree of organization and combat effectiveness.
Especially Obould Arrows, who unceremoniously annexed several orcs and half-orc tribes with dead chiefs under his command in the name of leader of the dragon-slaying warrior tribe, looked at Thrall with eyes full of ecstasy and indifference.
Concealed ambition.
Because he knew that no matter whether he won or lost after this battle, this incredibly powerful young orc warrior would become a legend, and his name alone could make countless tribes surrender.
And he only needs to make good use of this, and building an orc kingdom of his own is just around the corner.
At the moment, Obould Arrows' mind is full of how to win over Thrall, and which of his daughters is the most beautiful and suits the other party's taste best. If it's not possible, there is no problem in giving a few more at once.
After all, in the concept of orcs, women are just accessories of men and part of their property.
Its only role is to do laundry and cooking to satisfy the latter's desires, and to continuously conceive and give birth to healthy warriors, while also providing some services such as treatment.
Even the goddess known as the mother of orcs, Ruseko, is teaching orc women that they must submit to men and are not even allowed to touch or use any weapons.
Therefore, many orc chiefs will send their daughters to win over the most powerful warriors in the tribe. If necessary, it is not impossible to even send the daughter's mother.
Anyway, they don’t have the same concepts of ethics and morality as in the civilized world, and they don’t even have concepts like husband and wife, partnership, and marriage.
Men have absolutely no feelings for women, they just possess and dominate them like animals.
A powerful man can have several, a dozen or even dozens of women at the same time, and then have sex with them and give birth to a large number of offspring to continue his bloodline.
When he starts to get tired of some of them, he will reward them with his daughters to the warriors under his command.
Although Obould of the Arrows has very few women, at least in the eyes of the orcs, and has only eight sons who are close to adulthood, he cannot afford to have too many daughters.
There are not only pure-blooded orcs, but also hybrids such as humans, elves, ogres, and hill giants.
Of course, the latter is basically born with war, capture and rape.
On weekdays, Leobald Arrows didn't care at all about the life and death of these daughters, and he didn't even bother to count their numbers. Some of them had never even seen each other since they were born.
But now, they can finally come in handy.
Just when the orc chief's heart was filled with enthusiasm and he began to look forward to a bright future, a giant dragon with its whole body covered in red flames suddenly appeared on the deck of a gunboat in the distant sky. It looked stronger than the mounts of other dragon knights.
It's almost twice as big.
Although the rain was pouring heavily at this moment due to the raging storm, not a single raindrop could fall on the dragon's scales, which were as hot as lava.
To be exact, the rainwater has been evaporated into water vapor by the terrifying high temperature before it has time to get close. From a distance, it looks like it is shrouded in white mist.
Vaguely, through the white mist, a figure wearing pure black full-body plate armor could be seen on the dragon's back.
I saw the giant flame dragon spreading its wings, leaping forward, and swooping down directly from the flight deck of the aerial gunship.
Because the speed is too fast and will evaporate all liquid water into gaseous state, it leaves a striking white line in the sky along the way, which itself looks as spectacular as a shock wave formed by breaking the sound barrier.
boom!!!!
Accompanied by deafening thunder, a bolt of lightning fell from the sky and struck the diving dragon.
But unfortunately, when the lightning struck, an invisible light curtain absorbed all the destructive power. It was obviously a protective spell like [Protection from Energy Damage] and [Energy Immunity] at work.
However, this result did not surprise Sal too much.
It would be strange to dare to attack under such a terrifying storm without any preparation.
You must know that even the giant dragons with blue dragon bloodline that can be completely immune to lightning damage are still very few who dare to continue flying in the pouring rain.
Because maybe they are not afraid of lightning, but they cannot ignore the power of each super tornado.
Once you are accidentally attracted, you will definitely be injured even if you cannot die.
What's more, even if the dragon can carry it, the knight on the dragon's back cannot. He will definitely be thrown off and smashed into pieces.
In just a few seconds, the flaming dragon, covered in white water vapor, dropped hundreds of meters, and was very, very close to the ground.
The monsters below and the residents of Leicester Port could even clearly see the firelight faintly revealed from the white mist, as well as the huge and terrifying head.
Just when everyone thought he would spit out hot dragon breath and burn everything in front of him, the dragon suddenly came to an emergency stop, flapped its wings and landed steadily on the muddy ground.
Chi chi chi chi——
The high temperature and heat wave that hit us instantly vaporized the water on the ground, and even the paste-like mud hardened and cracked in an instant. The trees, weeds and roots began to burn violently and quickly turned into ashes.
The high-temperature water vapor in the surrounding environment even severely burned the skin and respiratory systems of the dozen orcs closest to them, causing them to fall to the ground and howl in pain.
The terrifying dragon power made the monster army that was still in a state of excitement instantly become silent.
Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, a figure wearing ferocious black plate armor jumped straight down on the dragon's head, and his heavy boots left two deep footprints on the ground with a bang.
When she walked out of the white water vapor, the monsters finally saw clearly that she was a woman.
To be precise, he is a beautiful half-elf with long brown and slightly red hair and slightly pointed ears.
The exquisite carvings and patterns on the armor, as well as the huge dark red gem on the chest, all exude a deep and evil aura.
The two-handed giant sword carried behind him was like the giant dragon behind him, constantly spewing bright and dazzling flames, and the rain evaporated into white water vapor before it had time to fall.
A woman?!
All the monsters present showed expressions of shock and disbelief.
In complete contrast to them, the residents of Leicester Port began to cheer loudly as if they had seen a savior.
"Damn it! I remembered it! She...she is Erebeth de Timarande! Lord Nasir's deputy, the second-in-command in Neverwinter."
An ogre magician was the first to recognize the other party's identity, with a trace of nervousness and fear in his eyes.
"Arebeth? Isn't she a paladin of Tyr, the God of Justice? How come the camp aura is red, symbolizing evil?"
Another Gnoll Priest wearing Yeenoghu's eyes widened in surprise.
After all, there is no tribe that lives in the Neverwinter Forest that has not heard of the name "Erebeth de Timarand".
Among them, those who are inclined to good will regard it as a benevolent protector, while those who are inclined to evil will regard it as the greatest threat and obstacle.
Over the years, countless monsters, bandits, and beasts that invaded villages and towns have died under her sword, including a team of red-robed mages from Sere.
But now, this former paladin has turned into something completely opposite.
Whether it's the ferocious skull on the black armor, the pair of eyes flashing with malice, or the crimson camp light, they all point to a terrible result.
Fall!
And it's not just an ordinary depravity, but it's also favored by a powerful evil being.
While the ogre magician and the jackal priest were talking, Irebes had already arrived in front of Thrall, looking at him up and down with a scrutinizing gaze. After a full minute, he pursed his lips and commented with a smile.
Said: "You can kill an imperial dragon knight and his mount, and also summon a storm of this level. You are really good."
"Are you here to avenge your men? Madam."
Thrall undoubtedly felt the powerful aura emanating from the other party, and his face suddenly became extremely serious.
"revenge?"
Aribes glanced at the corpses of the dragon knight and the dragon and smiled contemptuously.
"No, of course not.
I'm not interested in doing such boring things.
What's more, this is war, whether you kill the enemy or be killed by the enemy is normal, there is nothing worth complaining about.
I just want an opponent with enough weight to test my current strength, that's all."
"So you chose me?"
Thrall subconsciously clenched the Doomhammer in his hand.
It is not difficult to judge from the conversation between the two that neither of them knows each other's identities and they are all serving the same master.
Aribes raised her chin slightly and responded with a smile: "That's right!
Because you are the only opponent among these monsters who is worth fighting.
As for the others, they are just a bunch of rabble.
They are like ants and bugs on the ground, they will not have any impact on the world whether they are alive or dead."
As the last word blurted out, Aribes suddenly raised her hand and gestured to the flame dragon behind her.
The next second...
The latter pounced directly on the nearest jackal, opened its bloody mouth and spit out a super giant fireball with a diameter of more than thirty meters.
When it expanded and exploded, hundreds of gnolls were instantly devoured by the terrifying heat. They were burned to the ground, leaving only ashes before they even had time to scream.
When the dazzling fire light gradually dissipated, the soil and rocks on the ground showed obvious signs of melting.
Rainwater will evaporate immediately when it hits it, forming a dense fog around it.
The flaming dragon used the fog to block its sight as a cover, and rushed in at lightning speed to kill, and in a short time the entire area was cleared.
Listening to the frightened and desperate shouts from the distance, the corners of Aribes's mouth turned up very obviously. She pulled out the two-handed giant sword of hell flames with level 5 enchantment behind her, and issued an invitation in a tone that could not be refused:
"Come on, let me see what you are capable of. If you can't satisfy me, then don't even think about leaving alive."
The words have not yet been spoken!
The huge gem on her chest suddenly spurted out the sinful fire from Baator Hell and enveloped her whole body. Then she rushed forward and started to chop with a powerful blow.
clang!
The sharp blade left a mark of its own on the scarred Doomhammer.
The flying sparks made Thrall feel the astonishing heat, as well as the indescribable evil and filth in the flames.
As a shaman, communicating with the elements and borrowing their power is as simple as breathing.
But the evil breath of hell flames in front of me is completely unlike ordinary elemental flames, and is closer to an energy with strong evil consciousness, and the flames are just its superficial manifestation.
After realizing this, Thrall immediately summoned the power of the water element to infuse the war hammer to resist the possible erosion of evil evil on himself.
boom!
With the torrent gushing out, Aribes was instantly pushed out more than ten meters away, her eyes flashing with surprise.
Just when she was about to rush forward and launch a fierce attack, she suddenly felt a violent vibration on the ground beneath her feet.
Immediately, a big rocky hand rose up from the ground, grabbing the whole person tightly in its palm.
If it were an ordinary person, there might be basically nothing they can do in this situation.
But Aribes violently activated the fire of hell to burn, forcibly melting the big rock hands that bound her into hot magma.
The moment she landed, she immediately saw a warhammer flashing with lightning smashing down on her face.
But this time she did not choose to fight hard, but directly teleported a short distance to the opponent's back, swung the giant sword and slashed at the legs.
As a gladiatorial champion, Thrall has experienced too many fierce battles, so after losing his target, he immediately understood how dangerous his situation was. He instantly used the power of the wind element to push himself with a strong airflow, just to avoid this.
A fatal blow from behind.
After completing the exchange of positions, he quickly landed and turned around to stare at the dangerous woman a few steps away with full vigilance, breathing heavily.
In order not to affect his concentration, Thrall even gave up distractions to guide the storm.
This directly caused the dark clouds, heavy rain, lightning and tornadoes that originally shrouded the entire area to gradually dissipate.
When the wind and rain weaken to a certain level, even people far away can observe Erebes and Thrall fighting in the middle of the battlefield.
Although they were all wearing armor and wielding heavy weapons, it should be a battle of pure strength and martial arts.
But the result is just the opposite!
All kinds of powerful and weird magic and energy are constantly colliding in the air, erupting into brilliant flames, lightning, mist and magma.
Among them, Thrall's magical power comes from the four energies of the elements: fire, water, wind, and earth, which constantly change in his hands.
Aribes's magical power comes from the divine spell given by Zuo Si, as well as the breath of hell flames filled with evil power.
Therefore, the battle scene gives people the illusion that two archmages are fighting face to face.
But it is undeniable that in terms of visual impact, this is obviously much more exciting than a pure spell duel or a warrior duel.
Especially after realizing that the flaming dragon was no longer chasing him, Obould and the Arrows and other orcs quickly climbed up the slope, staring wide-eyed at this duel that would go down in history, for fear of missing any wonderful moment.
.
After all, the professional level of most orc chiefs is only around LV10, and those who stretch their hips may not even reach LV7.
Obould Arrow himself is a LV5 barbarian and a LV4 warrior.
So he knew very well how outrageous and exaggerated the combat power Thrall had displayed.
This is a level that only legends and even voters can reach.
You can even summon giant elements and even elemental elders from the elemental plane to assist you.
But what makes Obould Arrows even more unbelievable is that the fallen Irebes can actually compete with such a powerful orc warrior, often starting with seven-, eight-, or even nine-ring divine spells.
All kinds of strengthening and healing magic are available for free.
"Chief...Chief, what should we do now?"
A strong orc warrior asked tremblingly.
The reason why he was so scared was because just a few hours ago, he had humiliated and educated the newcomer Sal under the banner of "old-timer".
Whenever I recall my arrogant and domineering attitude at that time, as well as Sal's cold and emotionless eyes, the area of the water stain in the middle of my pants will expand.
Because this is basically equivalent to walking through hell.
Although the orc warriors didn't quite understand why Thrall, who was so powerful, didn't kill his desperate self on the spot.
But what is certain is that from now on, his status in the tribe will probably plummet.
Everyone will try to please the champion warrior by suppressing, bullying and insulting him.
"We can't do anything, just wait here for the result of the duel."
Having said that, Obould Arrows carefully stared at the flaming dragon standing not far away, for fear that this deadly beast would attack again.
But just when everyone's attention was attracted by the duel between Irebeth and Thrall, Deszel, who was hiding in the dark, finally got the opportunity he had been waiting for.
Looking at the fierce fight in the crystal ball, a proud expression appeared on his face, and he sneered and said sarcastically: "What a bunch of stupid idiots, they were fooled so easily.
Especially Erebeth and this orc named Thrall.
Kong has great power, but it is not at the mercy of me.
They had no idea that the attack on Leicester Port was just to attract the defenders of Neverwinter from the beginning to the end.
My real purpose is to launch a raid using the passages in the Neverwinter warehouse that connect to the Underdark.
As long as the seal can be opened to release the great creator race, the entire city of Neverwinter will be destroyed in an instant.
Dear mistress, are you and your drow army ready?"
"Of course! My men will give that surface city a huge surprise with a poisoned dagger."
A dark elf female priest grinned with a bloodthirsty and cruel smile.
"Remember to bring all the summoned demons with you. I want Lord Nasir to witness with his own eyes the entire city of Neverwinter dying out of fear and despair."
While saying these words, Deszel turned his gaze to the old man not far away who had been tortured to the point of dying.
You don't need to ask to know that this old man is the only legal lord of Neverwinter City - Nasir.
He struggled to raise his head and stared at Deszell, roaring with all his strength: "You are dreaming! Neverwinter will not be destroyed in the hands of a damn traitor like you!"
"Haha, I advise you to save your energy.
Otherwise, it would be a pity if he died before Neverwinter was destroyed.
What's more, do you know why Aribes hasn't sent anyone to rescue you after so long?
Because she had already surrendered to the empire and dedicated herself and Neverwinter to Soth.
Today's Neverwinter is filled with bureaucrats and troops from the empire.
As soon as you die, Aribes will immediately sit on the throne of lord as a matter of course, completely destroying the independence you tried to retain.
So even if I fail, the Neverwinter city you are familiar with will no longer exist."
Deszell walked straight up, picked up the leather whip placed on the table and raised it high above his head, lashing him all over his head and face. He did not stop until Lord Nasir fainted completely.
Immediately afterwards, he released a magical healing spell on it in a very murderous manner, and then sprinkled salt water on the wound that had not yet fully healed.
"Ahhhhhhh!!!!!!"
The severe pain instantly brought Lord Nasir back to consciousness, and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably.
This kind of torture and abuse obviously made Deszell feel very satisfied. He said directly to the dark elf priestess who was standing aside watching the show: "Mother, you can start taking action. After all, I don't know about Aribes and Sasha."
How long will the duel between you last? You'd better race against time to gain control of key places."
"No problem. By the way, if you want to make that miserable human experience more pain, I can provide you with some good ideas."
The priestess stuck out her tongue and licked her lips in a seductive movement.
There is no doubt that the traditional dark elves, especially the priestesses of Lolth, are all extremely proficient in the techniques of pain and torture.
And they enjoy this process very much and can turn the pain of the tortured into their own pleasure.
It is said that even the demons of the Abyss will learn from the drow in this field.
"When you return triumphantly, we can find time to discuss it carefully."
Deszell responded with a smile.
In this way, a drow army from the Underdark quickly reached the abandoned tunnel deep underground in Neverwinter with the help of teleportation magic.
Although their number is not large, they are extremely elite. On average, one drow warrior can easily kill more than five Neverwinter defenders.
Not to mention there are a lot of mages, warlocks and priests in the team.
Due to the long history of civilization where Neverwinter is located, it can be traced back to the rise of the Creator tens of thousands of years ago. Later, after the Elf Crown War, a multi-racial settlement was established here, which eventually evolved into what it is today.
appearance.
This also means that it has experienced more than one destruction.
Every reconstruction on top of the original ruins will bury the ancient ruins deep underground.
After being covered up several times, no one remembers the dangers hidden deep underground.
However, gangsters, grave robbers and other illegal activities secretly dug tunnels inside some buildings in order to avoid guards, accidentally discovered part of them, and then opened up various parts through continuous digging, forming a smuggling route.
The dark web sells stolen goods, kidnaps, assassinations and traffics in contraband.
This is one of the reasons why Neverwinter City seems to have relatively good security on the surface.
Unlike other urban thieves guilds that operate in a semi-public manner, local criminal organizations are hidden underground.
Therefore, the several conflicts that broke out over competition for territory and business did not alert the guards of Neverwinter at all.
But now, these secret passages that run through the sewers, the former streets of underground ruins, and the sewers of ancient cities have become perfect places for dark elves to launch raids.
In order to maximize her combat effectiveness, the mistress waited patiently for a while.
It wasn't until the sun set and night fell that she gave a sign to her son.
The latter immediately understood, drew his sharp sword and led dozens of long-awaited elite soldiers, rushed out from the hiding place, aimed at the gang members who were making deals, and started to kill them crazily.
Since nothing like this had ever happened before, these local criminal organizations were not mentally prepared at all and were immediately hacked to pieces.
In addition, the weapons of the dark elves are basically mixed with fine gold and attached with evil magic, so ordinary leather armor and chain armor have no protective effect at all, and can be penetrated by cutting or stabbing them hard.
In less than ten seconds, more than thirty gang members died.
Many of them suffered tremendous pain before dying.
Because of the twisted, cruel and bloodthirsty character of drow warriors, they like to deliberately choose non-lethal parts that can cause severe pain when killing their prey.
For example, you can accurately cut half an egg, split the little brother in half from the middle, slit the stomach to let the intestines flow out, or use a blunt instrument to smash the bones of your fingers and toes.
In short, they are out-and-out masters in this field. If you die in three minutes, it will never end in two and a half minutes.
After killing these obstructive guys, the dark elves immediately dispersed and moved towards the ground along the tunnels extending in all directions.
No matter who I met along the way, I would just kill them without saying a word.
It is foreseeable that after the end of this war, the security level of Neverwinter City will inevitably be greatly improved, and even crime will disappear.
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After most criminal organizations have experienced this massacre, I am afraid that there will not be a few core members left.
When the mistress emerged from the basement of a warehouse in the dock area, the place was already filled with blood. There were corpses, severed limbs, and internal organs everywhere. The demons who followed the dark elves were even more happy to feast and enjoy the blood.
feast.
Stepping on the sticky blood, the high priestess of Lolth walked straight to the window, looked out through the gap in the curtains, and asked without looking back: "You didn't alert anyone outside, did you?"
"Of course not. As you know, I have always been very good at this kind of secret invasion. They didn't even have time to make a sound when they died, and it was impossible for any fish to slip through the net and escape."
The male warrior gave his assurance sworn to.
You must know that all dark elves, regardless of their profession, must take stealth and silent actions as compulsory courses. Otherwise, it would be impossible to survive in a dangerous place like the Underdark.
The skills of most of them in this field are comparable to those of thieves around level 5.
Therefore, like a gang stronghold, few people can detect the arrival of drow, and the result is self-evident.
This result undoubtedly made the priestess very satisfied, and she nodded gently with a smile: "Awesome!
I knew you wouldn't let me down.
Now I ask you to divide the team into three teams.
One team is responsible for taking low-level demons to set fire and kill everywhere to create chaos and panic;
Another team goes to assassinate the city's top brass;
The last group marched towards Neverwinter Castle with me."
"Go to Neverwinter Castle now? Deszel didn't give us the right spell to open the seal."
Another priestess in the team couldn't help but remind her.
But the mistress smiled nonchalantly and replied: "Do you think Deszel will still be hiding in his mouse hole after we capture Neverwinter Castle?
Believe me, he will appear immediately with the spell of power and release all the awakened creator races.
At that time, we can take advantage of the chaos to fulfill the will of the great goddess."
"Understood."
The priestess's eyes shone slightly, and she quickly put one hand on her breast and expressed her respect and surrender to the mistress.
As the dark elves successfully infiltrated, the originally peaceful city soon began to become chaotic.
The first place where riots broke out was in a prison where many dangerous criminals were imprisoned.
To be precise, a small group of drow deliberately killed the guards and released them all.
After obtaining weapons and equipment, these guys immediately started crazy revenge.
Not only were the guards in the area under siege, but even the civilians were not spared.
Long-term imprisonment left these guys who were originally prone to violence with no place to vent their energy. Now after they were released, they naturally committed rape, robbery, and all kinds of evil. The screams, cries, and pleadings of the women in the house could be heard from a distance.
In addition, the second place where order and law are lost is the Beggar's Den.
Since this place is basically a place owned by poor people, and at first glance there are small houses and shanties built with wooden planks, so the dark elves just set a fire and made the entire area burst into flames.
In the process of escaping for their lives, the sins in the hearts of the poor people who lost everything naturally began to grow, and eventually they completely lost control.
Standing in front of the window sill on the upper floor of Neverwinter Castle, Intelligence Chief Erin Zhende was looking down at the scene of fire and chaos in the city, and said in a rather emotional voice: "It's finally about to begin. I originally thought De
Sizer will be patient a little longer."
"I think this is the reason why Ms. Aribes left Neverwinter. Deszell thought this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so he took action decisively."
General Taylor touched the thick beard on his chin and expressed his guess.
In fact, the rescue by the two aerial gunboats and the attack by Aribes were all intended to lure Deszel into taking the initiative.
Otherwise, God knows what this guy is doing hiding in the forest of Neverwinter every day.
"It seems that Deszell has revealed all his cards. Because not only the army of dark elves entered the city, but also a large number of demons. I don't know if the top of the Church of the God of Justice can withstand it."
While they were talking, the two of them saw the most magnificent temple in the city igniting fire, and dense crowds of little demons leaped into the air and rushed into the temple from the windows, launching indiscriminate attacks on the priests, paladins and ordinary believers.
In addition, more demons have begun chasing pedestrians on the streets, biting and devouring them.
Upon seeing this, the officers responsible for patrolling and maintaining law and order immediately organized their soldiers to resist, while covering the evacuation of civilians to relatively safe places.
All of a sudden, all kinds of shouts, fighting sounds, crying sounds, and wailing sounds were mixed together, forming a scene like purgatory.
Such a bloody and tragic scene immediately made Erin Zhende look unbearable, and asked in an uncertain tone: "Aren't you still planning to take action?"
"Now?
Are you joking?
If the strength is exposed at this time, all the planning and arrangements made before will be in vain.
Because we need to use Deszel’s hand to find the hiding place of those creator races.”
General Taylor rejected the offer without hesitation.
As a traditional Kalingshan man, he doesn't like Neverwinter at all, let alone the Church of the God of Justice that dominates here.
The most important thing is that the mission he received is not to protect Neverwinter and its residents, but to eliminate the threat of the creator race once and for all.
This also means that as long as the goal can be achieved, even if Neverwinter is destroyed and two-thirds of the population will die, it is an acceptable loss.
While the two were talking, a dazzling white light suddenly flashed in the alley in the distance.
Following more than six dark elf warriors who blocked the entrance, their bodies were torn apart in a very strange manner, and the broken parts of the bodies were very smooth, as if they had been cut open by something extremely sharp.
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"what is that?!"
Erin Zhende's eyes widened in shock.
You must know that the dark skin of the drow has extremely strong magic resistance, and many of them can still be alive and well and continue to fight even after taking a full blast of lightning spells.
"At this time, with this kind of magical power, if nothing else happens, it should be Mr. Dumbledore."
General Taylor thought for a moment and immediately gave the answer.
Just as he expected, within about ten seconds, a mage in robes walked out, it was Albus Dumbledore himself.
Behind him was a handsome elf.
"Vanswijk? How could they be together?"
Erin Zhende couldn't help but frowned.
Even though he was the intelligence chief, he had long known that there was an abnormally close relationship between the two.
But since Aribes announced that the wedding would be held in a few months, Vanswijk has become more reclusive and honest for a long time.
He thought that the other party had made up his mind and was ready to live a good life.
After all, Aribes is a goddess who is admired by the entire city of Neverwinter. Many young people were heartbroken when they heard the news of her engagement, and spent all day hanging out in taverns and hotels to drink away their sorrows.
So after learning that Vanswijk had cheated on an old man, Erin Jinderton's first reaction was anger, and she wanted to immediately tell Aribes to end the marriage in time.
But later, for some unknown reason, Aribes had no intention of breaking off the engagement after learning the truth. Instead, uncharacteristically, she generously chose to forgive her fiancé in public and announced the date of the wedding.
Such gentleness and generosity simply made countless licking dogs go crazy with jealousy.
There were even vicious cases of someone trying to poison Vanswijk.
Arien Zhende didn't understand at all, even though Aribes had achieved this level, why Vanswijk chose to betray again.
The intelligence chief obviously didn't know that Aribes's public forgiveness and the announcement of the wedding date were just to completely ruin Vanswijk's reputation, leaving him unable to speak out and having to bear his green hair.
The prairie constantly endured mental torture.
In Aribes's plan, she not only had to attend the wedding with a pregnant belly, but also invited Zuo Si to visit from time to time after the baby was born, allowing Vanswijk to perform various restricted action blockbusters in front of her.
Vanswijk, who was originally a bit silly and sweet, with an extremely fragile heart, could not bear this, and immediately broke through and developed severe depression.
Coupled with the influence of the bottle of permanent magic potion, it is natural to seek comfort from Dumbledore.
As soon as the two went back and forth, the conversation inevitably ended up in bed.
In addition, although the principal plays zero in this relationship, his character is not zero at all, but is very strong.
This is one of the reasons why he and Gellert Grindelwald eventually broke up completely.
In a relationship, usually if one party is strong, the other must be weak in order to maintain the relationship for a long time.
Otherwise, it would be strange if two strong people get together and don't fight.
But Vanswijk is different.
Although he plays a man, his character is very cowardly, and even makes people feel that he is unmanly and like a sissy.
As a result, the strong character Zero and the weak character One had a wonderful chemical reaction.
The result is that not only do the two get along very well, but they also have no conflicts in terms of values and outlook on life...