Vasqi grimaced.

She hadn't experienced such humiliation in tens of thousands of years.

The last time I was humiliated at this level was as a glorious and noble upper-class elf nobleman who fell into the deep sea overnight and turned into a Naga.

And now.

She was well maintained, and the snake hair, which she fed with the tongue of a whale shark every day, was all badly injured and lost her former vitality.

Her smooth and delicate face, with pieces of sunburn marks, looks shocking.

The power of the moon god is a blessing to the believers, but it is the most terrible punishment for the cursed Naga.

A blow full of Santis's anger and prayer struck Vasqui. General Sentinel chose to trade injuries for Vaskey, and as a result, things aren't going well on both sides right now.

Perched high on a hill, Vaski watched coldly as a Naga priestess approached with a snake's tail in tow.

"Ma'am. Trolls and untouchables fled into the mountains of the south and hid in the mountains. ”

"Burn the forest to the ground. Pull out the vegetation. Find out about them too! ”

"Yes. Lady. We have sent out the best scouts and warriors, as well as samurai and priests. You know, we can move on the road, but we ......."

"Huh!" Vaschi sneered. "No but! Zarjira, the Dead Light and all the horror Naga, must find them. ”

"Otherwise......"

Vaschi's voice was indifferent and emotionless, like a monster from the depths, making Zargila, one of the Naga leaders of the Terror Island, tremble.

"I'll make you disappear."

She said.

Zargila was terrified and hated for being so coincidental.

The Sentinel General, Zarjira, actually knew her, too.

Terror Island and Feathermoon Fortress are not far away, and as one of the Naga leaders, of course, he also knows the leader of Kadore, and the two sides have fought a few times.

Of course, when they fought, it was a priestess on the side of the Horror Island, under the protection of the samurai, who joined forces to fight against Santis Hazuki, and every time they were defeated.

Bad luck is bad luck, today happens to be the day of Vasqi's patrol - the Naga forces of the Terror Island are the most powerful and the most numerous, Naga in the entire Kalimdor Continent.

The Naga power in this place, so strong that the Eternal Palace is helpful here. And there are also the ruins of the ancient elves here, which can give Naga a good power here.

So as one of the Queen's most favored cronies, Vasqi comes every few years to inspect the situation.

Sometimes it will also launch a wave of strikes against the Feathermoon Fortress next door.

This time, Vasqi came here to make rounds. During the ceremony of praise to Azhara, Santis happened to pass by in the sky.

There's not much more to say about the rest.

Santis knew Vasqui, and Vasqi certainly knew that Santis was the righteous daughter of the woman she hated the most.

For a moment, she became angry and attacked Shantis.

As a result, it affected the Naga of the Terror Island, and even made the leaders of the Terror Nagas, such as Zarjira, who had a good life, suffer a major blow, and now they are also trembling.

In one night, the Terror Island Naga suffered heavy casualties. The number of Naga who died exceeded 5,000, and 2/3 of them died tragically in the Goddess's Prayer of Santis.

The remaining third, most of them are elite Naga warriors, the elite strikers of the Terror Island against the Moonmoon Fortress.

They all hid under the troll's blade, and the Naga of the Dreaded Island was suddenly weakened.

However, the matter is far from over, and Vasqi's anger is far from subdued.

Trolls and elves fled into the island's mountains, where the Nagas rarely set foot foot. After all, while naga can live on the road, they would also prefer to stay in the sea or water instead of going to the mountains if they had the choice.

The mountains of Terror Isle, like the rest of Firas, are dense primeval forests.

There are many wild beasts, many animals. It was the favorite place for the Cadores to live, but it was the place the Naga hated the most.

Asking the Nagas to go deep into the primeval forest in search of a troll and an elf - it occurred to Zaljira that trolls are savage monsters who are also very good at hiding their tracks in the forest.

She had even more headaches.

She knew that the angry Queen's cronies would not heed her advice. And Queen Aishara's orders, she and the other Naga leaders of the Terror Island also heard it.

The only option for the Naga of the Scary Island is to follow the orders of the Queen and the Lady.

Otherwise, without the revenge of the trolls and elves, the Eternal Palace will also destroy the Naga of the Terror Island.

"Let's go right away!" Zarjira bit her mouth full of sharp teeth and said sharply: "I will not disappoint Your Majesty and Madame!" ”

"That's the best!"

"By the way......" Zarjira suddenly thought of something. She said cautiously. "In the south of the island. There are also three female sentinels and a strange black dragon, the troll's mount and Cadore's accomplices. ”

"Huh?"

"They were forced into a natural cave by us. The three sentinels were badly injured from falling from the sky and lost the ability to resist. But that black monster dragon, it's very ferocious. It's guarding the entrance to the cave, we can't get in, and a lot of naga have died......"

Vaschi's cat-like eyes fell on her face, and before the queen's cronies could speak, Zargila was already frightened and said, "Please rest assured." We will immediately send more men, no matter how many Naga die. Kill them too! I'm going to let people ......."

"Who said you want to kill them?" Vaschi said suddenly. "No, you don't need to send extra men to kill them. Send someone to keep an eye on them, and if they show intent on leaving, attack. Be sure to leave them where they are. ”

"Forehead......" Zargila was stunned, and then the clever witch quickly reacted. You mean, leave them there. So you can serve as a threat, waiting for the trolls and elves to come back and throw themselves into the net? ”

"You're not too stupid." Vaschi said coldly. "Let's go!"

"Yes!" Zarjira hurriedly left.

…………

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Filas, the island of terror.

In the mountains on the edge of a huge island, in a primeval forest overgrown with huge ancient trees.

Tonatiu held the fluttery, unconscious Santis in one hand. In the other hand, he held the Nation Trampler, and Saratas pinned it to his waist.

His clothes were now in tatters, like rags. Only the lower body, because of his deliberate protection during the battle, a pair of custom underwear made of velociraptor dragon head leather is barely intact.

He shuttled through the jungle with agility, jumping over the branches of the largest trees, and his movements were so easy that he was more agile than a monkey.

Trolls are very adapted to life in the forest, and it should be said that trolls live in the forest.

Although desert trolls have survived in the desert for thousands of years, there are some degradations. But he's not just an ordinary desert troll, so he doesn't have that problem.

Syllable!

He stepped on the branch of a large tree and glanced back in the direction of the Central Plains.

The Nagas weren't very comfortable moving around the forest, and with the help of magic, they weren't as fast as he was.

It seemed that the pursuers should have been left behind for the time being, and Tonatiu breathed a sigh of relief.

He stuck the Nation Trampler in a tree and crouched down to check on Santis's condition.

Her current appearance looks very bad, and her lilac smooth face is now covered with black mist, which makes people feel very uncomfortable to look at.

Tonatiu held her with one hand, and wanted to reach into her face to see if he could expel the ominous mist with his materialist aura.

Suddenly.

From a large tree in front of him, a haughty voice sounded: "Monster." Let go of that elf. ”