Throne of Magical Arcana

Above the lush trees, a group of dark green mist that resembled a dark cloud floated over, and electric arcs flickered in it, like the anger of nature.

The mist suddenly subsided, turning into a young wood elf and falling in front of Martha. His neck and hands were covered with complex and mysterious patterns, just like those shamans in charge of sacrifices in ancient lost civilizations.

"Martha, repeat what you just said. They slandered you for summoning the devil?" Ferragand asked Martha directly without even looking at Felipe, Jurisian, Heidi and other magicians.

Following his questioning, the "Felipe's right hand" and many strange blood vessels on Martha's face all withered and fell to the ground like autumn leaves, rotting into mud.

Martha said bitterly: "Just because of the 'Dance of Revenge' and the essentials of each movement, they think it is a ritual of summoning magic! Is there such a simple and funny summoning ceremony?"

Felagunde clearly knew the "Dance of Revenge", a layer of jumping lightning suddenly appeared in his eyes, and the breath of the legendary druid merged with the surrounding natural environment, so, as he looked around, Urisian , Felipe, and Heidi felt the trees trembling under their feet, the air was shrinking, the dark clouds were gathering, and they felt rejected by the whole world!

Under such coercion, even the thick-skinned and heartless Crystal Dragon like Afris was tense and unable to speak, so the rapidly changing gestures in Annick's hand stopped, and Heidi couldn't help but take a step back , Leaning tightly against the wall of the tree house, Jurisian's forehead was sweating coldly, and he wanted to smile and talk, but he couldn't squeeze a smile.

The flesh and blood at Felipe's severed wrist kept wriggling, and a pale blood-colored right hand re-grew, with a layer of water on it, as if it had just been born from the mother's belly. His short hair fluttered back, as if he was facing a violent hurricane, his body was tense and trembling slightly, but he held his head high, refusing to lower his head and said: "Here... there is a book."

Elestine, who was not under pressure, quickly added: "The council provided a copy of "Viken's Special Summoning Ritual", which also summons ancient devils through simple, funny, ridiculous and funny rituals, and the author of this book is 'Disaster King 'Viken, legendary sorcerer of the past, Pope of today!"

The Stroup Forest is located on the west bank of the endless ocean. Although it is a kingdom away from Viken in the border area between the Kingdom of Holm and the Kingdom of Briana, this distance can be called a "legacy" for a legendary powerhouse. Neighbors, so the long-lived elves are no strangers to Viken. After knowing that he is the Pope from the Magic Council, they have increased a lot of attention.

""Viken's Special Summoning Ceremony"?" Ferragand narrowed his eyes, and with a wave of his hand, an ancient book held by an elf flew in front of him.

The number one enemy of the hate faction is human beings who destroy nature, and the belief foundation of the Truth Religion is also human beings. Therefore, the church is undoubtedly the enemy of the nature hate faction, and has always wanted to occupy the "heart of nature" and completely include the elves. To the hate faction, the Southern Church under the God of Truth "Glory" is a bastard that is many times more hateful than the Magic Council.

Martha screamed sharply: "Your Excellency Ferragande, don't believe their words, who knows if Pope Viken wrote the summoning ceremony! Who knows if Pope Viken is!"

Ferragand flipped through it briefly, his expression became a little dignified: "Although it is ridiculous, this kind of funny looks mysterious and strange. I have read "Fables of Pain" before. The story in it distorts all good emotions, making people Man is full of pain and hatred."

The long-lived elves have read a lot of books, but "Viken's Special Summoning Ritual" is too much like a child's prank, so they have not been valued and paid attention to by them.

Seeing Ferragand's tone loosen, Elestine also flew Martha's music notes to him: "Your Excellency Ferragand, you can compare them."

"Your Excellency Ferragand, they are slandering me!" Martha repeated with trembling lips.

"There is a bit of similarity, but there is no problem with Martha's explanation. It is not wrong to write the action essentials in detail." Ferragand still subconsciously defended Martha, "I can't accuse her of summoning the devil because of this, it is the pollution of the elf tree source, we must conduct a more in-depth investigation."

"Yes, Your Excellency Ferragande, we are just suspicious, and hope that Ms. Martha can cooperate with us in the follow-up investigation." Elestine secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

Martha shook her head vigorously: "Your Excellency Ferragand, they will forge evidence! The Natural Balance School wants to use human hands to attack us!"

Ferragande's face changed, and he considered for a while and said, "Elestein, I don't trust humans, so I interrogated Martha myself."

A smile suddenly appeared on Martha's face.

Felipe, Jurisian and other magicians immediately felt uncomfortable. Who knew if Ferragande was with Martha?

Elestine felt that his spirit was about to collapse. He didn't trust Ferragand on his side, and Ferragand didn't trust humans and the natural balance faction. Convinced.

"I'll take Martha to the Elf Tree for interrogation." Ferragande made a decision on his own. Elestine wanted to stop her, but hesitated at how to speak. She couldn't say, Your Excellency Ferragande, we Doubting you too?

"Wait a minute." At this moment, there was another voice in midair, and the figures of Lanhir and Atlant slowly emerged, and they rushed back in time!

Lanhir held a "simple short bow" made of tangled branches in his hand, and landed between Ferragand and Martha: "Felagand, you are the leader of the Nature Hatred faction, and you will interrogate Martha." , I very much doubt that anything can be interrogated."

When Heidi and Annick saw Atlante return, they both let out a sigh of relief. They seemed calm before, but it was really terrifying to face a legendary strong man. They felt that if they were not careful, they would be swallowed by "nature".

Aferis took out a light green fruit from under his belly, stretched out his tongue, and rolled it into his mouth, comforting his wounded heart with delicious food.

Ferragand glared at Lanhir angrily: "You suspect that I am the mastermind?"

"This is not about suspicion, but simply avoiding suspicion, Ferragand, you don't even understand this, do you?" Lanhir and Ferragand have always had a bad relationship, so their tone is aggressive.

Ferragand was silent for a while and said: "Then let Her Majesty interrogate Martha, I don't trust you."

Lanhir didn't mention the "Town of the Nameless" and nodded slightly: "Then I'll take Martha to the Elf Tree."

Ferragande did not speak, and expressed his dissatisfaction and acquiescence with a cold snort.

Lanhill turned to Martha: "You will get a fair inquiry."

Hearing these words, Martha suddenly let out a crazily laugh. On the dark blue skin, patterns grew rapidly, covering every inch of her exposed skin in an instant. At the same time, her eyes became bright red, strangely hollow, Devil-like scales spread from the corner of the eye to the bottom.

"Depraved and demonized..." The elves who were watching were stunned.

"Hate demon possession?" Felipe whispered.

"Your Excellency Ferragand, run away!" Martha howled mournfully, "They have discovered the secret of the 'Dance of Revenge'!"

Before she finished speaking, her body swelled and exploded, and countless flesh and blood descended like a death sentence.

Suddenly, dark green vines grew out of the ground, forming a cage, trapping Martha inside and preventing the splashing flesh and blood.

The vines were torn apart, but Lanhir opened his short bow, aimed at Ferragand, and said word by word: "So it's really you!"

"Me? Lanhir, you really want to slander me!" Ferragand was shocked just now, and after recovering, his anger welled up, and his hatred was beyond words.

It seemed that a complete natural illusion appeared behind Lanhir, and then condensed into a green light and put it on his bow: "Martha's last words have exposed you! Moreover, you are the one who ordered the blockade of the town of the unknown, little The demon-possessed elves in the town are also natural haters who follow you, if not, we wouldn't have returned in such a hurry!"

"The evidence investigated by the human magician is so clear, Ferragand, what else do you have to say? Why did you betray everyone, why did you pollute the elf tree?"

The elves around couldn't adapt to such changes, and they were all dumbfounded, unable to believe that the culprit of everything was His Excellency Ferragand.

After hearing the words "evidence investigated by human magicians", Ferragand looked at Atlante, Felipe and others bitterly, feeling that the emotions in his heart could not be restrained. The hatred broke out completely: "It turns out that you are the ones who want to get rid of me!"

"I'm going to see Her Majesty the Empress..." Before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly found something abnormal in his body. The hatred seemed to be solidified, and dark green scales began to grow on his skin.

"No!" cried Ferragand sternly.

Elestine and the other elves shook their heads dully and said to themselves: "Depraved and demonized...the devil's projection...it's really His Excellency Ferragand..."

Lanhir said coldly: "Felagand, accept the trial!"

He let go of his hand, and the condensed green light shot out.

The natural cycle of brewing, growing, spreading, vigorous, enthusiastic, decaying, decaying, deeply buried, and brewing seemed to be contained in this arrow, and the surrounding vibrant green suddenly lost all its luster.

At this moment, Ferragand was disgusted by nature!

Felagund, who was unprepared, was directly shot by this arrow, and immediately opened back and forth, and green branches grew out of his flesh and blood.

ah!

Ferragand screamed again, and his voice was unconsciously filled with strong hatred, so his body blurred and swelled completely, and all the branches turned into strange withered vines covered in flesh and blood, and attacked Lanhir in turn. , Atlante et al.

This forest instantly became a ball of flesh and blood!

Heidi and the others were not harmed by Atlante's legendary magic defense, but when the flesh and blood disappeared, they found that Ferragand and Lanhir were gone.

"Don't worry, Your Excellency Lanhir will definitely be able to capture Ferragand Pavilion... He is a revenge hunter, and he is the best at tracking." Elestine comforted the other elves with a very sad expression.

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Felagunde was seriously injured and fled in a panic. He fled from his natural residence to the forest near the gap in the abyss, found a hidden cave to hide in, healed himself quickly, and tried to get rid of the devil projection in his body.

"How could this be?" He shook his head in disbelief, "Why am I demonized?"

"why why!"

Under the influence of hatred, it was difficult for him to control his emotions.

"Because you learned the 'Dance of Revenge', and because you are full of hatred." A cold voice sounded from the cave entrance.

"Lanhir!" Ferragand was about to resist, but found that when fighting against the projection of the devil, his power could not be extended at all, and his body became weak as a result. If he wanted to get rid of this situation, he had to give up his mind and let the devil dominate everything.

He leaned against the mountain wall, looked at Lanhir who was strolling in, saw his long golden hair dazzling against the sun, frustrated, resentful and puzzled: "Why, why?"

Lanhir looked at the position of the sun, smiled and said: "There is still a while, when the plan over there is successfully completed, the matter will be successful."

"Over there?" Ferragand seized the time to eliminate the devil's projection. For the legendary powerhouse, there would be no such thing as being difficult to extricate himself from being projected—before he gave up his mind.

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"When the plan is successfully concluded, everything will go according to our expectations." The human-faced goat smiled triumphantly, seeing Malfurion and the two legends flying over.

The head of the vicious dog roared in a low voice: "I just want to eat them, but unfortunately, I have to pretend to be defeated and escape!"

"Into the distance, ready to attack!" During the battle, the head of the human-faced goat will never argue with the head of the vicious dog, so as not to be unable to exert its full strength.

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw that the young man in the black double-breasted dress had a silver-white pocket watch on his right hand. The thin watch chain was connected to the buckle, and it shone slightly. It can be heard clearly from such a long distance.

"This is?" The smile of the human-faced goat froze.

"Whatever it is!" The vicious dog's head caused the entire bloody plain to boil, endless blood poured out from the soil, drops of filthy rain mixed with dark red dust poured down, and its body swelled rapidly, as if Live the bloody sun in the sky!

Then, they heard the crisp sound of "click".

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