Black Scepter Chapter 27: Trap, the trap behind the scepter

>"I still can't hold my breath."

Varian looked at the setting sun that was about to fall in the distance. He skimmed his mouth, took a bite of hard bread, opened his mouth and poured a sip of fresh water, and at this time, there was a little high beside him. child.

At the age of fifteen or sixteen, with dirty clothes that can no longer be stained, and dark brown hair, they are tangled together greasyly because they have not bathed for a long time, but the eyes are very clear.

He followed behind the old man, his feet deeper and shallower, keeping up with the old man’s speed, when he saw him eating bread, he immediately shouted: "I was here after hearing the news of your departure After waiting for a few months, are you so reluctant to say a few more words?"

It is estimated that only Vinoan’s grandson Minos, who was the golden generation of the Kanzanas family, can talk to the old man like this. Nowadays, Varian has seen many powerful descendants , Ghost talent? For the Kanzanas family, there is no shortage of them. At the age of 20, the noble leaders of the various empire of the mainland may be undergoing hardship training to sharpen their minds under the border or in harsh environments. What do you face?

At the other end of the eastern seas of Byzantine, the uninhabited mountain range in the northernmost part of Osgilia faces the dragon.

Yalong has it, so does a pure-blooded dragon. In short, only those who come out alive carrying a dragon skeleton in that mountain can become a formally respected family member after the age of twenty.

Don’t you dare to say that a member of Consanos who has passed this test is not a ghost?

At the moment, Minos, who was just sixteen years old, is the most formal member of this horrible family at present-that is, at the moment, behind Varian, he is like a little beggar. The guy who eats the cake is the brave man who has already walked out of the giant mountain.

And, when he walked out of the mountain, he held a dragon crystal in his hand.

"What's the use of coming to see me specifically, I don't want to bring a burden."

Although Varian said that, he still reached out and threw half a piece of bread. The little beggar behind him cleverly caught it and swallowed his stomach with a few mouthfuls.

"I will restrain myself, Grandpa Varian!"

"The Consanas family has not had anyone who puts the word "restraint" in their hearts. I don't have it, and you won't have it."

The old man stopped, stretched his waist, looked around at the desolate wilderness, and continued: "Since it's here, go do some things your juniors should do, and stay here today. "

"Okay--"

Minos, with his ragged clothes but unusually cheerful, stomped away in the darkness, disappeared without a blink of an eye.

"This kid."

Varian, of course, knows that most children in this family currently recognize that the most promising children are the most promising competitors-although there is still a distance from that height, if you maintain the current progress, there should be no more than 30 years what is the problem.

The old man sitting on the grass is not the head of the Consanas family. The current family is his son. He abdicated from the position of the head of the family thirty years ago, but the resources in his hands are far more abundant than before. For this old man who has experienced countless winds and rains, the present day is tantamount to "retirement", which is much more leisurely than the **** rains of decades ago.

Why did you come to Balice? This may be a secret of the creed. Large organizations now have some minor problems. Like most organizations that have existed for a long time, as time goes by, the interior has inevitably rotted and deteriorated like long-standing fruits— — The use of power for personal gain and secret trading, these things are already unspoken facts within the creed, and to deal with these, Varian just smiled and decided to solve it in the most fundamental way.

"The trouble is the trouble after all."

The old man thumped his leg gently and took a cigarette bag from his waist. His fingers lightly pressed the tobacco, the smoke rose, and there was a dark emblem on the other hand.

A family insignia with a faint pattern of purple irises on it.

Morpheus never thinks that his territory has suffered a great crisis at this moment.

He left a letter to Ashkandi, the green eye, and asked her to give the command to the knight Brown, who had been fighting for many years, and to hand over several cursed magic scrolls left by her to the family. Magician, Morpheus has reason to believe that this is enough to withstand all armies within 30,000, because none of those reels are rated below 57, and some can even directly destroy a territory.

Even if it is released by level or level Archmage, the power is not to be underestimated.

The letters Morpheus left on the top of the bookshelf were prepared for the red queen who might appear. The position of the chief consul was given to her, which was short enough to allow the night watchman to have a strong core and be stable.

But the facts are often cruel to make Morpheus's beautiful ideas come to naught. Morpheus, who is "refuge" in the valley where seven elven villages gather, does not know that the Lampard territory has changed the Lord for the black eye he has been guarding for a long time Ashcandi, and the boss behind the creed is marching toward his own territory with a boy with unimaginable strength, and he will never know that 15,000 soldiers have eaten up one-fifth of Lampard’s territory. However, a group of family mages set up their own laboratories without regard to the flames of war outside.

And his current physical condition is more and more unstable, and sweat is constantly coming out of his forehead. After the nightmare, the cold bones behind him make his body weaker.

The sound next to his ears made him unprecedentedly irritable, and even Sunderland’s words sometimes needed to be repeated twice to hear clearly.

"Boom!"

The habitual earthquake struck again, and the sword masters raised their shields to look at the surrounding cliffs, looking grim.

According to the results of Sunderland's inquiry, this "refuge" was also very sudden for the elves, because the two migrations were so close that they never appeared in the history of the night elves living here.

The so-called migration is actually the customary actions of the group of animals occupying the middle of the food chain in this dark forest. In this world where there is only a glimmer of light, the plants that grow on the ground are not "wild grass", but a kind of Moss-like low-growing plants have short growth cycles. For the amazing number of World of Warcraft who feed on them, they need to collectively move to the next area after eating food in one area, and when this group of creatures will After the entire second-tier world has eaten in a circle, new plants will grow again on the ground that has been eaten the earliest.

Of course, this delicate balance can be described as simple as a few words. The elves never hunt these warcrafts because their meat is inedible, and the herd is not only a grass-eating warcraft passing by the elves. In our village, the predators that appeared together were the reason for the elves to evade. At this moment, the seven elf tribes and more than three thousand elves came together in a valley with a lot of terrain. The structure is similar to a narrow-mouth bottle, with a small entrance and a large internal space.

And, there is no second exit.

Morpheus has been unable to think about any of these things that are not right, and even fell into a state of unconsciousness. Following the team all the way without saying a few words is already the result of his strong support.

The seven night elf tribal elders of the night elves had a brief meeting with Sunderland. They were all old and speechless, and all were male. For Morpheus "outsiders", they Among the three elders who seemed unwelcome, there were only a few unpleasant replies and annoyance in the face of Sunderland's friendly greetings.

"The situation has changed."

After returning to the team, Sunderland frowned after releasing a large reconnaissance, and suddenly stood up and said to Morpheus, "The trajectory of the herd changed, and the direction suddenly changed to here, we--"

"Woo--"

Big Archmage's words were interrupted by the sound of the elf's horn. Obviously the same situation was also noticed by the elf!

Morpheus looked at Sunderland in confusion, still seeming to ponder the meaning of his words. It was only three seconds later that he shook his head violently and got up weakly, saying, "Be ready to fight, don’t be so unclear. 'S death is here."

At this moment, there were more than fifty or sixty elf warriors holding short bows standing at the commanding heights in the distance. All the night elves in the whole valley responded in response, and the combined fighting power exceeded 700 people, men and women. There are elves, each holding a short bow, all aiming at Taniguchi!

"Leave the battle command to you."

Morpheus was pale at the moment, Sunderland was suddenly shocked, and he had been busy negotiating with the night elves before he noticed the physical abnormality of the team’s true leader, but in this case he had no choice but to nod. , Walked forward with the team.

Morpheus is uneasy in his heart-from contact with these elves to now, he is inexplicably like the grasshopper tied to a rope with the other party, from the beginning to the end is passive, like an invisible net gradually Tighten the same...

He suddenly raised his head, looked at the top of his head, and then looked at the surrounding valleys, and then suddenly he felt a trapped alert!

Why is this happening?

His fingers involuntarily touched the scepter behind him—reluctantly admitting that he really had a fear of what was behind the scepter.

It’s not realistic to rely on more than three thousand elves to resist the thousands of manic Warcraft swarming outside, because Sunderland has already said that those Warcraft have the highest level and even have overlord levels, and the average strength is even more Level iv professionals are comparable!

Sunderland’s wand slammed, and the distant valley exploded with some dazzling light. This remote lighting technique instantly showed the body of countless large-scale Warcrafts-most of them were huge, rushing densely towards this place. Come, the ground is shaking, everyone in the valley is facing the disaster of extinction!

At the next moment, Sunderland was the first to release the large-scale spell he released after ten seconds of recitation.

The narrow ground at the exit of the valley suddenly saw a bump.

It seems as if something grows under the ground~IndoMTL.com~ A huge column of earth elements first stretched out towards the sky, more than three meters in diameter, and continued to wave with Sunderland’s wand. Two and three more than fifty element pillars have risen from the ground one after another, and then firmly blocked the entrance of the entire valley!

In an instant, only the sound of breathing remained in the valley.

And this is not the end. Sunderland turned to the five masters behind him and said, "Stable."

The dazzling yellow light flashed as the five family magicians cast their spells, and the entire earth element stone pillars were completely linked and glued together.

What surprised Sunderland was that the elves of the night elves also stood up at the same time, their hands exuding a pale green light. As their unknown spells were recited, the valley mouth that had been blocked was not Within a minute, dense thorns and vines grew, and once again reinforced this huge wall over thirty meters high.

"Boom!"

All this has just ended, a huge impact sound came from the other end of the wall, followed by countless similar muffled sounds!