As the two of them revealed each other's identity at the same time, time suddenly froze.
Roy was hugging the tree like a giant monkey. The elf maintained the posture of thrusting out a sword. Oliver was lying at the elf's feet, his limbs stiff, his mouth open and his tongue hanging out, pretending to be dead.
"Damn it, how did she know that I am a necromancer, Mr. Big Head?" Roy's hair stood on end.
The identity of the Necromancer is his most secret that no one should know.
Even if the Holy Glory does not appear when an ordinary magician performs magic, there is still a magic palace where he can take refuge. But the Necromancer is a rat crossing the street, and everyone screams for beating him. Not to mention in the areas controlled by the three empires and the Holy See.
There is no place for him, even in a chaotic place where criminals are rampant, he will not be welcomed by others.
After all, even those robbers and bandits would not want to be surrounded by a necromancer who happily plays with the arms and thighs of dead people every day and often releases plagues for experiments.
At that time, the Roman Empire dominated the world, and Caesar V was unparalleled in power. However, he was still forced by the pressure of the nobles to refuse his biological son Austin to return to the imperial capital, let alone a commoner of this era. Not to mention being caught by the Inquisition.
Any lord who knows this will have his skin skinned.
Especially those Holy Knights. They will definitely spare no effort to drive themselves into the eighteenth level of hell, and they will never be able to stand up again!
While Roy was thinking, he looked up and down at the elf in front of him, his eyes flickering.
Like the elves he had seen when he was a child, the elf in front of him had golden hair as bright as the sun. The forest wind blew through it, and the strands were fluttering, soft and smooth.
Her face is a perfect oval shape, her skin is fair and her facial features are beautiful. Her slightly pointed ears shine through in the morning light, and are slightly red. Under her slender neck is a pair of extremely delicate collarbones. She has a slim figure. With an elf
In terms of her figure, she looks a bit petite. She looks young.
If Roy hadn't lived in the elf's lakeside city many years ago, Roy would never have guessed that this girl who looked exactly like an elf was actually an out-and-out dark elf!
There were originally no dark elves in this world.
More than four hundred years ago, the demons broke out of the underground and fought a life-or-death war with humans.
The war lasted for a full hundred years. Not only humans were involved in the war, but also the major races living in the God-given land at that time were also involved one after another.
Some races stand on the side of humans, while other races stand on the side of demons.
The elves began to be divided from that time. Under the pressure of survival, some elves defected to the demons and became a vassal race of the demons. Not only did they intermarry with the demons, but they also learned the culture and martial arts of the demons. Over time,
, these elves became what other elves called dark elves.
According to the legend of the bards, dark elves will have a half-moon mark on their lower back when they are born. They gradually began to hate forests and sunlight, lived underground, and their personalities became sinister and cruel.
The men of the dark elves are violent and irritable, while the women are lustful and changeable. They have discarded the natural elegance and pride of the elves, and most of the women have become famous prostitutes in the demon world.
Generals are often fascinated by some dark elves who are very skilled in charming, so they lose their souls and do whatever they say.
The elf girl in front of me is not very old.
How could she pass through the Sunset Mountains, which the demons had been attacking for three hundred years and could not cross, and appear here?
While Roy looked at the elf girl, the elf girl also looked at him intently. After a long time, they seemed to realize that this would not do any good to each other. The two relaxed their tone almost at the same time and asked: "Who are you?"
Roy was about to get down from the tree, and the elf put away his sword. But a second later, the elf suddenly kicked away Oliver, who was about to raise his jaw, and stood up from the ground, his body as light and graceful as a hummingbird.
, with the sound of rapid air vibration, suspended in the air, and stabbed Roy's throat with a sword.
Roy, on the other hand, had already sent out a ball of fire compressed by dozens of small fireballs, which suddenly exploded in front of the elf. At the same time, he used the force of his body to dive down and kicked the elf in the abdomen.
The attacks were launched simultaneously, without warning, fast and poisonous.
Just hearing a soft sound of "duh", the elf's slender one-handed sword drew a bloody gash on Roy's arm and nailed it into the tree trunk. Roy also took advantage of the moment when she turned her head and closed her eyes.
, kicked her in the abdomen hard.
Two groans.
Roy and the elf, who rolled over and landed on the ground, shouted at the same time: "Stop! I have something to say."
They shouted to stop, but their movements had no intention of stopping. The elf's figure was like a beautiful butterfly, and it floated in front of Roy in a flash. A crystal-like jade fist appeared through the air.
In front of Roy's eyes, Roy kicked his foot, his body crashed into the Elf's arms like a discharged cannonball, and hit the Elf's ribs with an uppercut.
Bang bang! Neither of them could dodge the other's attack. Roy was hit so hard that his head jerked back, while the elf bent over in pain.
"Despicable!" Roy covered his eyes and cursed, leaning against the big tree.
"Shameless!" The elf curled up, supporting the ground with one hand, covering his ribs with the other, and gasped hard.
"Woo, woof." After being kicked away, Oliver sat on the ground and became a bystander with great interest. While scratching the itch on his neck with his hind legs, he looked left and right.
After this fight, Roy and the elf girl looked at each other's rolling eyes, knowing that they could not deceive the cunning guy opposite them, so they became quiet.
After a long silence, Roy suddenly laughed. He lit a small flame on his finger, sat down against the big tree, and when he turned his finger, the flame jumped around.
Seeing the flames in Roy's hand moving as if alive, the elf girl's eyes flashed with surprise.
"You said I am a necromancer..." Roy shook the flames and raised a smirk on his lips: "So now, do you feel even a trace of magic power fluctuations in my body?"
The elf girl concentrated for a while, and her expression suddenly changed. Her expression became extremely weird. No, although the big head in front of her had flames dancing in her hands, there was no magic power fluctuation in her body! How is this possible?!
"Look!" Roy shook his hand and the flames disappeared.
He opened his empty fingers with his trademark confusion on his face, his dull eyes slid down the elf girl's body, and the evil smile on his lips became more and more hateful: "My evidence is gone, where is yours?
"
The elf girl's face was pale. She pressed her hands pitifully on the mark above her upturned buttocks, biting her lips, her big eyes filled with moisture, and her shy and anxious look, which somehow made people daydream.
I wish I could pounce on him and humiliate her even more, just to see how she curls up with her unbearable body and shyly pleads for mercy.
Roy could only see the blood on his face and his face flushed, and his flashing eyes were full of lust.
But at this moment, Oliver jumped up and suddenly barked at the girl. Ugly, if you show off in front of Master Oliver again, be careful and I will bite you to death!
The time flies by.
The elf girl stopped moving and looked angrily at the dead dog hiding far away, wishing she could twitch and skin the fat dog.
"Say the terms!" Having lost her last chance, the elf girl said simply. She turned back and looked at Roy with disdain.
But when she turned back, her eyes suddenly widened.
In front of him, a big head with a confused look on his face was pointing angrily at Oliver, beating his chest and feet in anger.
And in the void between him and himself, there was a sharp bone spear floating in the air, its entire body cold and pale, silent and silent.