87_87643 This is the path we have chosen. ”

Filgas said calmly. Although she has probably replaced her whole body with ** metal now, her movements are still as graceful and swift as before, and she is silent. The limbs, blades, chains, and claws on her body may sway and collide as she walks, but they do not make any metal impact. If you have a particularly good eyesight and then concentrate on observing, you may find that the murder weapons are not completely fixed in shape, but are constantly adapting to change and fine-tune, absorbing the impact of small collisions, and then using subtle structural changes to transfer the power into the body, strengthening and coordinating the elven flesh that plays a leading role in the entire steel shell.

"Nobody complains about that, I know. Filgas lifted his leg and stepped up a shaft more than ten feet high, with a strange beauty in his posture, like a lady at an evening stepping out of a carriage. She waited for Forty-Seven to slowly rise up with her foot thrusters, and then ended her guard, leaning over and reaching out to the women below. "They are always with me, just as I am always with you...... Master. ”

Morriel gripped Filgas's palm before hesitating to his face. The hand still had a soft, slender form, but the moment the mage touched her, she immediately felt the energy within—not just physically, but also a flood of spiritual torrents that were hidden behind the made of steel, accumulating madness.

The elven subordinates that Ironface recruited when he was a terrorist in the Sleeping Forest? Probably because they are all monsters born in the Argus Wars...... As for the war between the Empire and the Elves, Morriel didn't even think to go into it at first. It is even more indifferent to the fate of the participants, but its implication still has a repercussion to this day, shaking all the people involved. The protracted farce did not come to an end without a real winner, and even Forty-Seven was actually entangled in the historical legacy attached to the "Arms of the Gods" and could not get out.

Perhaps this is a verification of a saying privately circulated in the prophetic mage***: we think that life is a winding path between the www.biquge.info and the end of the Pen Fun Pavilion, and as long as we make the right choice at the fork, we will have a completely different fate; Prediction, the people and things we encounter together weave a big net over our heads, and we do everything possible to avoid and pursue it with all our might, hoping to find the best result from the thousands of nodes in this network. In the end, I found that this net is the result, fate, and life.

"We are all soldiers chosen by fate. ”

Forty-Seven didn't say anything more about what happened to the demonized elves. Perhaps this was not unexpected, but the Nether has always welcomed each visitor in its unique cruel way, preparing a feast of throat sealing—pain, torment. Corrosion, death, and ...... Bloody battle.

"You're so lucky to have come out of there alive. "Those who participate in the bloody war are fools, and Epbonie is a woman who sells her body for a living, and sees the essence of things more thoroughly than most men.

They finally crawled out of the big garbage pit. The cold rain with the smell of oil smoke in the city of imprints fell on the face, lifting people's spirits and dispelling the foul air brought from the ground. Looking up, you can still see the faint stars, so where this rain comes from is actually a topic worth serious study. "Where does the rain come from? From the clouds, of course. Idiot. The Caged Locals always replied dismissively to the Billy who asked the question, but in fact there were no clouds other than dust and greasy smoke floating in the middle of the Tire Mark, so this argument was completely untenable. People are like that. No matter how unreasonable and unbelievable things and situations are, they will become commonplace over time, and they will also have the superiority of "well-informed" mentality, and ridicule and ridicule outsiders.

The crowd was now in a street that was neither wide nor narrow—it stretched out into the swarthy houses of dormant monsters, blocking, turning, and connecting. Eventually, they will be connected from end to end into a complete ring. The same is true of the City of Seals, as well as the Outlands. There are also countless material planes that surround the outer realms and the lower realms......

Follow the ring.

"Philgas, you said you were brought to Market City by a group of Tanari demons, right?" Ironhide looked around, twisting his jaw around as he spoke, barely touching his ears almost every time. It seems that he doesn't need his vocal cords or tongue at all to pronounce words, and probably even his head.

“...... It seems that we are going to the bottomless abyss to avenge this arrow?" the elf did not speak, and it was the female mage who answered.

Morrill was not unprepared for this. Demons are not easy to mess with - contrary to popular belief, it is not easy to make a grudge against the truly powerful Batzu Devils or Tanari Demons of the lower realms, and they are far less interested in the main material beings than one might think. Batzu spent days and nights thinking about how to consolidate his position and deceive his superiors and subordinates, even if he didn't let others do it, Tanali was busy fighting with a fierce and vicious kind, fighting against the vagaries and terrible bottomless abyss, and working hard towards the goal of "faster, bigger, stronger...... A reckless summoning, a fierce battle, or a successful expulsion from the other races was not enough to divert their attention a little, anyway, after a long period of accumulation, the creatures of the lower realms have already summed up a wise saying: There are passers-by in heaven who do not leave, and hell has no way to cast.

So being able to get to the point where Filgas was cornered by a demon who manipulated such a powerful Abyssal Force was also a remarkable achievement in a sense, although it was highly discouraged for any adventurer who wanted to get ahead and attract the attention of girls.

Let Moriel cultivate for another twenty or thirty years, and she doesn't want to go to the bottomless abyss for sightseeing. But what can be done? The corners of her mouth curled slightly, and she glanced at Forty-Seven with a smirk. Kairo watched curiously at the little devil flying around, presumably taking it for a cat or a dog or other pet, while Pipsqueak preferred to be closer to the Tin Man than away from her, and was very wary of the girl.

That's fine. It's the path we chose.

"Of course. But not now. Forty-seven "Kaba" put his chin back in place, and the answer was very unexpected by Moriel. And the next sentence made no one think: "The bottomless abyss is very dangerous, especially for mages." ”

"Oh, I didn't expect you—" The mage didn't continue. She lowered her head and straightened her robe, and after a short pause, her expression and tone changed very slightly. "So what do we do now?

Seventeen asked.

"Hmm...... Maybe we should be more interested in the blood of the goats next?" he suddenly reached out and grabbed the little devil's tail: "Be honest. I suddenly remembered something to ask you......"

Filgas, who had been keeping his distance from the others, turned around. The appendages on her shoulders and back all poked out their claws in an instant, but the rain that fell on her was silent, and there was no sign of being disturbed. It was as if the Iron Elf was a razor-sharp and ferocious weapon, and if it touched even a raindrop, it would be cut into powder.

Almost at the same time as her, Morriel also turned his head to look in the same direction.

The female mage's eyes are like stars, piercing into the darkness of the rain. Later. A confident, low, magnetic voice came from the darkness, flickering in the clouds: "What an incredible masterpiece." Little Moriel, I don't think you're ready to receive such a fortune...... In that case, don't you think it's the right choice to leave it to the teacher for safekeeping?"

Morriel's body lit up with a halo of protective magic. The spell was cast quickly, and in just a few seconds, she had completed the magical transformation from flesh and blood to solid iron and stone, ice and fire.

"Mentor Andrea?" the mage asked tentatively, gesturing to hide Epboni, who lacked the ability to protect herself, who was quick to respond. Apparently experienced in dealing with such things, Forty-Seven conveniently shoved the reluctant little demon to Kairo, but his main attention was not on Moriel's side, and a pair of ghostly red eyes patrolled the twisted and deformed Sensen buildings, like a vicious beast roaming the deep valleys and dense forests, looking for prey.

"After all these years, I am glad that you still remember the voice of your teacher. Shadowy walked slowly out of the corner of the alley - he carried a glittering staff with his hands behind his back. There seemed to be an invisible umbrella cover above his head to block all the rain, and although there was not a single silver thread between the well-groomed black hair, the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes still gave away a little bit of his true age.

The Chief Instructor of the Red-robed Mage Society, Andre King, stood a few dozen paces away from Moriel. Even the enemy had to admit it. This noble-born red-robed chief is always so dignified and extraordinary. A shield of invisible spells completely cut off the possibility of him being contaminated with the outside mud, and in the mud pit in the lair area of Seal City, the Mentor was like an eagle soaring for nine days, almost exactly like the image in Moriel's memory.

"I'm sorry, Mentor Andrei. Morriel quoted a former quote from a red-robed mentor when he killed a lord of an ignorant place: "The red-robed mage sells it to you." It's yours, you can't grab it if you don't sell it. ”

"Hmph. Behold, how wonderful little Morriel is. In time. We're all going to have to step down and make way for the virtuous. With a few sneers of yin and yang, a tall eagle-hooked nose appeared beside Andre - the red-robed mage's trademark bald head, his sunken eyes could not hide his sinister gaze, and the archmage's robe was windless and automatic, and the folds changed, as if it were made of the shadows of night.

"I'm afraid I'll fail your high expectations, Mentor Sinnis. Morriel wasn't surprised by the presence of the Spell Chief, she could even sense that it wasn't just the two of them who were eyeing her nearby. But her former teacher didn't imprint any image on the female mage's mind mirror, after all, Isabella's knowledge of prophecy spells was even higher than her, almost to the point of perfection, and it was not surprising that she could hide from Moriel's detection.

The eagle hooked his nose and took a proud step forward.

"I don't have any 'high hopes' for you. He waved the sleeves of his robe and made a gesture of the powerful man pointing at the country: "Moriel, the mentors agree that continuing to let you go on like this is a serious damage to the interests of the Red Robe Mage Society. It's too late for you to turn back, and we'll persuade Isabella to stay put. ”

"What I'm doing seems to have been approved by Mentor Victor. Morriel noticed that Forty-Seven was a little absent-minded, so he didn't dare to focus all his attention on the two red robes who appeared: "And I remember that your relationship with Teacher Isabella has always been not very good?

"Morriel. You should know that the red-robed mage never fights unprepared battles. Andre held his wand in front of him, and the glow of the wand reflected his aristocratic pale face without a trace of blood: "This is also a problem that you have never been able to change." I have to admit that now you have the power to rival that of a guru...... But now you're dealing with more than just a mentor. ”

The Chief of the Department of Change is quite eloquent, and is obviously very good at moving people's hearts and undermining confidence with words: "And I believe that 'it' is a trump card, but it is not enough to ensure your victory." According to reliable information, 'it' has been captured by the Argus Empire several times...... Morrill, you don't think that we red-robed mages are inferior to those old people in the Council who are obsessed with archaeology, do you?"

"Archmage Singh must have a different opinion on this. Morriel smiled indifferently, "But I'm not obligated to defend him." The politeness of women is not built to make me express any personal opinion at this time. ”

"That's enough, Hugh has to take advantage of his tongue again. Sinis let out a cold snort, "Now that little Moriel has made her clear, shouldn't she come up with something that will make her know how to respect us more?"

The spell chief's words created some kind of oppressive force that bordered on substance. The rain was still pouring down, but the city was surprisingly sluggish and depressing.

Once again, it was Filgas who broke the deadlock. It is not known what she found, or what she found in the forty-seven. The Iron Elf leaped to her feet, like a she-leopard that had been lurking for a long time before bursting out. The two red-robed mentors shone at the same time. A magical field that bursts out of thin air drives away the rain and pushes a perfectly circular area through the muddy streets. Maybe even the nature of the space in the spell's area of effect has changed somewhat, but it hasn't really been tested to see if it can make ghostly attackers have no choice.

Filgas spun around in mid-air, apparently lacking the support of physical laws. The red eyes drew a sharp arc-shaped afterimage, and the sharp high heels cut into larger concentric circles, as if they collided with some object in the void, and the lightning flowed and sparks flew everywhere. The rain no longer falls from the sky, and the rush outlines a faintly flickering posture...... and a pair of starry blue eyes.

Lan Mang stepped in and bullied. Grab the red light and draw the traces of the ground. The Iron Elf then flipped around, leaving a magnificent arc in the air, and his legs swung like a butterfly's wings in a ring dance.

Her slender body fell downward, and the water on the street seemed to be spreading outward. Almost at the same time, almost countless ripples, large and small, appeared on the ground and in the air, competing around Filgas.

The light and shadow are intertwined, and the dark night is illuminated by the brilliant light reflected by the water droplets, which is dazzling. In an instant, Filgas blurred into an indistinguishable shadow. The movement is so fast that it looks like it's floating. She is out of any human way of fighting, and any part of her body can be used as a support point or a deadly weapon, and her scorpion-tailed shoulder claws are just one of the most threatening parts of it. They collide with an even more illusory foreign object. The splashes of water became more and more fragmented in the increasingly rapid and dense, high-pitched sound of gold and iron like storm surges, and later turned into a white cloud of fog that enveloped the battle, rising and shrinking, spinning and stirring. Two translucent humanoids perform a dance of death in it, teaching the spectators to change color in horror. Even Moriel, who had enabled the magic vision, could not keep up with their movements and was a little dazzled, unable to tell which of the chaotic colors of the halo was composed of who attacked one second and what would be torn or cut off in the next moment, maybe it didn't matter at all, such a smasher-like intensity would make it impossible for one winner to survive at the end of the battle, and the other would be a piece no bigger than a raindrop, and then the winner would be decided.

Forty-seven enjoyed the game with great interest, standing as steady as a mountain. He couldn't do it as fast as Filgas and couldn't do the bells and whistles, but as the object of the "Give me power" call, he was clearly quite satisfied with his accomplishments.

Closing is as swift as starting. It's not too difficult to describe if you play it back in slow motion: Filgas appears as if he had been put together from a mist of water, his claws wide open. Suddenly inherited the style of forty-seven flying grapples and big bites, and wrapped around the blue-eyed shadow that was diagonally below her. The opponent seemed to lose weight in the encirclement of the shoulders and claws, and with one hand on the steel elf's wrist and flipped to the side to climb lightly, dodging all the blade attacks while flashing above her, which is the flexibility that no steel machine can do, like a swimming fish jumping against the current, breaking the waves.

The collapsing force field blasted the rain in all directions at random. The air pressure lifted the ground water curtain and the vacuum split head was spilled due to the high-speed movement, which made the last scene clear to others. Filgas was crushed underneath, a pile of slender steel limbs twisting together. The opponent on his back flickered in the blue electric light flowing all over his body, and only then did he fully manifest himself. She had two arms and two legs, but Filgas couldn't move with claws as many claws as a spider - the only ones who were free were her long, beautiful ears that still had the appearance of an elf.

"Bell", "bell", "bell", forty-seven are applauding.

"Ahem. You see, Moriel, life is like casting spells. I can't tell when I'm going to be surprised. The magic shield trembled slightly, and Andrei's face was slightly distorted through it: "It looks like my hole cards are not smaller than yours." I have a mention now...... I say this because I respect you and recognize your status. Let's put aside the sword, and the mage's problem should be solved in the mage's way. What do you think, Moriel?"

The female mage thought about it for a few seconds.

"I am honored, Mentor Andre. Shall we start now?"

She responded to Forty-Seven's gaze with a smile: "I'll deal with it, it's okay." It's you...... Be careful. ”

Forty-seven looked down at Kyro again, and suddenly bent down to grab the girl's hand—Pipsqueak took the opportunity to escape from the clutches. Flew away without a trace with a whoosh. The iron face's eyes were red and fiery, as if he was going to go straight into her heart, but he spoke as clueless as ever: "Did you hear that?"

Three red robes. and Kyro both left the place. Morriel didn't take her with him, but left directly with the two mentors using a teleportation spell. The girl smiled sweetly and walked into the rain by herself...... Disappeared into a silent cloud of mist.

"Kelly. Forty-seven adjusted his chin and whistled.

"Why? Why do you always have to get along with me? Last time, this time, this time. I really don't understand how fulfilling it would be to work for a bunch of idiots?"

"Kelly" leaves Filgas. Each blade on the intimate blade is constantly changing in motion, and it is as flexible as silk. Filgas didn't fight back, though the look in her eyes showed she wanted to. Forty-seven flicked his fingers. The Iron Elf immediately leapt onto the roof, lingering for a moment beside the crooked attic, and was immediately engulfed in shadows.

The Iron Lady paced forward, calm, graceful, and serene.

It wasn't the posture of a lady strolling lazily in the garden, nor the standard ostentatious demeanor of a model on the catwalk, just haughty, confident, silently moving, if I had to say what the scene looked like, she seemed to be stepping into a certain field, which belonged to hers and belonged to them.

Her blue eyes seemed to be staring at Forty-Seven, and there was no need to look for what she was looking at if not, for it didn't matter, and the light in her eyes would have convinced all who looked at her that it was an ethereal spirit full of divinity.

"I have nothing to do with them. Her voice was as crisp as a hollow valley rattle: "You have nothing to do with them." The only people who have a relationship are you and me...... That's why I'm here. ”

"Oh, does that mean I should be on my knees now?" Forty-Seven spread his hands, "Maybe I'll think about it when I'm free." But right now I have something to do. Make a fair and reasonable deal, you don't get in my way, and I will try to care about yours. How?"

"Everything you have done has gone astray. ”

"Kelly" moved her fingers slightly, not to be more flexible. It seems that she has also learned some of the bad things about the Tin Man: "I have an obligation and a duty to correct it. To help you get out of the chaos and get back on track, you have to get rid of the factors that are affecting you. What is it that makes you forget your sacred mission? The woman, the impurities must be removed—I said, there is no choice. ”

Forty-Seven's face suddenly became gloomy. Like a ray of sunlight shining through a cloud-shrouded sky, or like a wisp of scorching heat rising from an extinguished volcano, his frenzied nature suddenly revealed for a moment, like a cold and square piece of iron that suddenly began to tick and tick.

"Oh well. This is the path you choose. He said. "You're going to have to settle the bill by a penny-and-five, and Boliwa can't move two people. ”

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