Nightmare Corrosion

Oh no! Oh no!

In the dim moonlight, several huge pterosaurs were struggling to drag an airship forward. The sound of flapping wings was thick and powerful, but after passing through the outer wall of the weird and gorgeous airship, only silence was transmitted inside. .

Inside the airship, the crystals embedded in the walls one after another release the brilliance of the sun, illuminating the interior like daylight. The aesthetics of elves are not different from humans, so the internal space is created to resemble a tree house. It smells fresh of trees.

On one side of the wall is a huge bookshelf, with a dense collection of books placed on it, allowing a female elf leaning on a recliner to choose freely. If the transparent windows did not show the situation outside, this would even be more like an ordinary book on a warm afternoon. Scenes.

Only at the bottom of the treehouse, a pattern resembling a bihorned head intertwined with numerous complicated patterns revealed the identity of this female elf.

The Tirisil family, an ancient family of spellcasters among the elves, is also one of the oldest nobles. It still has a place in the royal court, and this family is especially famous for its cruel trials.

In order to select the next generation leader of the family, they will throw the candidates into one dangerous place after another for training. The successful ones will advance to the next round, while the losers will be deprived of most of their resources and exiled.

This is a way to keep the family strong and pool resources. Exiled family members are not without opportunities. As long as they have talent and strength, they can rise again, make a comeback, and return as the king.

There is no doubt that Morun is such a family member who failed the test. He didn't even advance to the second round and was banished to a wild mine.

And all this, even if it comes from another family of spellcasters, his mother Caroline can only watch helplessly and try her best to make her son live a better life.

For example, giving him a mining group of gravel rats, as well as several powerful warriors that he brought as dowry, are enough to ensure the safety of Morun's life, of course, provided that he does not commit suicide himself.

"So I want to see who dares to bewitch my son!"

Caroline, who seemed to be concentrating on holding a book of elf poetry, was actually not paying attention to the book at all. Instead, her eyes flickered with a cold light, constantly showing frightening murderous intent.

As a mother, she knows her son better than anyone else. Morun does have talent, and his talent is not low. This is why he was targeted and was exiled in the second round. Perhaps it was the price of his extraordinary talent. Lack of certain sensitivities and being easily emotional, in layman's terms, being impulsive.

It is easy for reason to take a big step back because of other people's provocation or confusion.

Therefore, Caroline specially sent him to this remote mine, hoping that he could settle down. Unexpectedly, even so, she still received some bad news.

Slaves and wealth are secondary. This is not worth mentioning in Caroline's eyes. The key is reputation. This incident has had a certain negative impact on the entire Tirichil family.

To be honest, Caroline is disappointed with Morun, but this does not mean that she will give up on her son, because he still has extraordinary talents.

As long as talent can be transformed into strength, character flaws will be infinitely reduced. After all, this world still respects the strong. Under strength, shortcomings will even be turned into advantages, such as impulsiveness and irritability, which can also be said to be jealous of evil.

"Your Mightiness!"

At this time, there were footsteps nearby, and then a tall elf walked in and saluted her: "Among the information that has been collected, there is no such elf named Druid. It's as if he came out of thin air. It appears to be normal and very suspicious!”

"Hmph, no matter who he is, he is dead. How are the guards prepared?"

Caroline's face was full of murderous intent. Just like Camris, she didn't believe Lu En's words at all. Maybe when she was young, she would think that she was special and could do something big, but as the years went by, , will you know that the world will never change according to the will of an elf.

"The guards are right behind us. As long as you give the order, we can seal off all the surrounding areas!"

The tall elf bowed and said.

"Very good. Huh?"

Caroline was about to say something, but she was suddenly surprised to see that the moonlight through the window was faintly tinged with blood.

Several pterosaurs approaching the same destination in a completely different direction from Caroline also noticed something strange, standing on the backs of the pterosaurs and looking at the moon.

"Everyone, I have an ominous feeling, speed up!"

A man in black robes, who was shorter than an elf, suddenly spoke up. Looking at the falling moonlight, some strange change seemed to be brewing in it.

Behind him, several men in black robes in the same attire, some tall and some short, silently increased the speed of driving the pterosaur.

Bah!

"Next!"

Bah!

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The continuous sound of flesh being torn apart, accompanied by the strong smell of blood that came with the wind, made Morun feel as if he was in a sea of ​​blood, watching the elven warriors numbly take away a person. Another living life.

Those slaves whose brains were paralyzed by hallucinogenic substances were not aware of the slaughterhouse around them. They could only hear one sentence after another, then instinctively crawled forward, and then were killed, and the blood spread along the dug gully.

Even if he was the initiator of everything, Moron felt cold in his heart at this time. It was one thing to say it, but it was another to watch so many lives disappear. If it were hundreds of years ago, his behavior would have been enough to kill him a hundred times.

However, it seemed that the eternal war destroyed not only human nature, but also the elves.

Countless blood flowed in the outlined pattern like a rushing river. As slaves died one after another, starting from the periphery of the pattern, blood-colored light gradually accumulated and brewed, and then rushed into the sky!

It was like a blood-colored giant python standing up, showing its existence in the night, and twisting its body constantly, making everyone who saw it feel an inexplicable chill and sense of danger in their hearts.

The whistling wind stopped.

The noisy insects were silent.

Even the moon seemed to be stunned by this scene, letting the clouds cover its cheeks, leaving only scarlet light rising into the sky, interweaving in the sky to outline a larger and more complex pattern.

Sticky, bloody, evil

Countless elves in the distance were stunned by this scene, walked out of the house and looked into the distance, as if a huge stone was pressing on their hearts, and some kind of irresistible terror was about to come!

"Did it succeed?"

Under the bloody cover, the excitement on Morn's face gradually faded, replaced by a kind of palpitation, and he couldn't help turning his head to look at the central altar, the area where Luen was.

Boom!

The next moment, a huge thunder fell from the sky!