Sure enough, there is a more bizarre follow-up. Uriel never dreamed that Nickles' failure was not the most magical one. Aurora's actions were simply to destroy the character's character. Most of the stage plays in the theater were to please the rich and the superiors who watched it. He thought that such a good show might be the audience who were admired in the audience either the surname Wiggins or Talbot.

The Kamaria goblin stood up, holding a ball of fire in her hand. She was no longer the face of an elf. She rolled up the pitiful little wolf with the flow of water, whispering "Descendants of the Betrayer."

Uriel woke up from shock, and immediately realized what the goblin lady was going to do. "Stop"

"You are a rare and not stupid person, but don't stop me." She said without looking back. "For the Broken Moon, my ancestors waited for longer than a thousand years is the fault of these betrayers."

"But their descendants are innocent"

"No one can enjoy the legacy of his ancestors without paying the price. Since they are werewolfs, they should bear their due responsibilities." Alola replied. "The majesty of God cannot be blasphemed."

Uriel is not a werewolf. When he said the responsibility of the fairy, he was speechless. I shouldn't have encouraged Memi to enter the secret realm. He regretfully thought, or let Joey kill her in front of Black Moon Lake.

"What's going on?" York had no idea about the situation in front of him. He pulled his companion, hoping to get a prompt. "The woman killed his companion."

"Not only that, she will kill us all." Uriel didn't believe that Aolola would let those involved in the matter go, otherwise she would let the adventurers spread the news, so Kamaria would never have peace.

"But that ceremony has failed, right?"

"I'm afraid there will be no resurrection from the beginning." The apprentice shook her head, "She deceived the king's soul for the Broken Moon."

"You won't tell me that this fairy lady is actually a crazy believer of the moon." The orange-faced man suddenly had a complicated expression, "After the passing of the gods, even the Glory Council was not so fanatic."

Unexpectedly, York would use Lucia's believers as an example, and Uriel couldn't help but look at him differently. "No matter whether she is for Nickles or Broken Moon, I see that our fairy lady will not let go of poor Memi." He said unhappily, "Is there any way to take Memi back now?"

"How about you tell her a story."

"The story of a heroic mercenary who saved his companion from the enemy. Do you guess she will approve it."

"Enough, your story ends here." Olola replied.

But the magic on her body was still at the level of the ring level, which made her words seem less terrible. The adventurer picked up his sword and twisted his wrist. "This is the first time I have seen an elemental fairy like you who lie." His voice was still full of incredible. "From the shore of Black Moon Lake to the altar of Alanwo Palace, you have no truth from beginning to end."

"Of course there are. Fictional things will be easily exposed, and half-truth can confuse most people."

Uriel looked at her cold tone, natural movements and guiltless expressions, and felt that the figure of this mysterious creature gradually overlapped with the old prostitutes in the broken wooden house. Their originally had no similarities, their beautiful faces and withered skin, their elegant noble temperament and flattering humble voices, a whole lake of gold and silver treasures and the spoiled spices that emitted a musty smell in the room. If you look at your soul, you will find that the gap between the two is much smaller than you imagined.

"Lie has become a part of your life," he murmured. "What is more terrible than a prostitute is that, Ms. Olola, you took the initiative to choose this path."

The fairy narrowed her eyes. "Why should I explain my thoughts to others? Your shallow experience has no secrets in my eyes."

The fire in her hand triggered a hurricane, and the unattainable mystery was pressing against the heads of Ulier and York like a dark cloud. The latter suddenly changed his face. "Sometimes, the fist is sharper than the tongue. I'm glad you know this, the young Sita. So surrender immediately. A brief death and a long farewell are two different things."

A thousand years is indeed long enough. Uriel stares at the king's soul in her palm, but since she is not your best friend, I am not sure that I will not become a candle in your hand after death.

"I really doubt you never think about whether you can do it before you promise." Uriel, the goblin who wanted the Proverbs to surrender to the lying, felt that he would die first of all the punishment for violating his oath to the pamper.

"The sun will not compromise with the moon." York also declared. He was not as calm as Uriel, but his tone was more firm.

Alola sighed helplessly, as if Uriel and York were so stubborn. "My dear Timire, after becoming the nameless, the power obtained was not used to enhance destructive power." She smiled coldly, "His magic is deprived of magic, so that the invading demons can be eliminated in an instant. Because most of the warriors in the abyss are magic creatures."

This may be the reason why she did not directly attack Nickles's fire. Uriel realized that the moment now could not replace her with the Black Moon Tide, werewolf, and fragile fire. The last point is particularly important. Elemental fairies are also likely to turn into a pile of mysterious dust in "magic deprivation". The resurrection ceremony is a wonderful idea, which can effectively reduce the power of the King's Soul.

He couldn't help but look at York with concern.

"I bet you dare not use it." The adventurer replied.

"That's right, but I just need to activate the magic of the fire itself. High mysterious oppression is enough to solve the problem." She said, holding the translucent red flame seedlings tightly.

A circle of red cold wind spread out, and the atmosphere of the ice-grandled land had vivid colors and spirituality driven by magic. Uriel's perception was sharper than Jock. Even though he was prepared, he felt weak and dizzy.

Holding the weapon tightly. He told himself that you are a mysterious creature. You have a career that can use magic and hymns. Uriel feels that he should be more mature and stronger than when he was in Frost Leaf Castle.

Alola stood in the center of the altar, thinking that no one could stand up except her. The messenger seemed to have no sign of awakening before dawn; the mercenary gritted his teeth and struggled, but unless his sword was as high as his head, it was almost impossible to complete. Only Uriel surprised her.

In fact, the apprentice neither resisted this oppression nor showed panic or despair. This was a very strange manifestation. At least Alola thought he would resist stubbornly until his death.

"A new ceremony is about to begin."

She didn't think much about it. The fairy could know everything, and there was no conspiracy to hide it from her eyes. Olora let go of her hand and let the werewolf hang in the air. She seemed to be more urgent and excited than Yulier and York, and roughly awakened Memi.

"Stop" York is worried that the other party will die in the next second. "What do you want the werewolf to do to revive your dead tribe?"

"Only those who die will believe in the resurrection from the dead." Her movement paused.

"So you are going to sacrifice the believers of the Broken Moon to the Moon." Uriel immediately touched, delaying time is good for them now. It's just that the purpose of the goblin is unknown, and he can't help but think of the werewolf tradition. "He will bless you for this."

"He will not give anyone a gift." Olola saw through his tricks, and the fire in his palm was radiant. Memi, who had just woken up, screamed in horror. The magic of the moon suddenly surged out of the body of the fairy lady, and used the soul of the king as a bridge to inject the fire of the little gray wolf. "What do you know, my tribe, my companion, when you stage such a ridiculous drama like unity in front of me, my tribe will never be liberated."

The soaring magic power fluctuations made Uriel frightened. "What are you doing?" He could no longer understand the current situation.

"I am not a believer of Broken Moon." Aurora replied in the mist. "We are just a mysterious race born in the Black Moon River, and are the incarnation of elements. Mysteries are not elements, just like Sita was born in the Shrine, but they are not part of their hometown. Broken Moon will not favor us unless He needs a new race to fill the lack of the original projection. After the werewolf escaped from Kamaria, my ancestors were selected."

"So my ancestors lost their freedom and were trapped in the secret realm of the Broken Moon."

"Day after day, year after year." She was full of pain. "We were forced to live here with the elves, endure and obey the culprits that caused them all; our souls no longer fell into Heather's arms after death, but became sacrifices for the Broken Moon."

Under the night sky, the full moon like a black hole listened quietly to her resentment.

"We were also forced to leave," Memi said, struggling. "It was my ancestors who could not fight against the Alanwo Elf. Do we have no right to pursue survival and freedom?"

"Oh, of course. Because you can't even count the mysterious creatures living, you are just a pile of real shadows created by the broken moon. I have told you, stupid wolf, you are part of the moon. Your fingers are trying to survive without your body, and you must have tasted the bitter fruit of indulgence. Now is the time to pay the price for your weakness and incompetence."

After the Moon Magic washed away the mark of Broken Moon, Olola immediately reached out and broke Meimi's neck without hesitation. "Remember, the blood of the betrayer is the origin of your suffering from all this."

Suddenly, a hand penetrated the fairy lady's chest first, interrupting the atrocities of revenge.

"Reason," said Joey.

Her expression froze, and only a moan came out of her throat.

The rooftop was even colder, and the water flowed into frost. Olola's expression was no more calm than her lover at this moment. She lowered her head and looked at the pale palm passing through her back, and her body trembled in the mist. It was over, and everything was over. Her thousand years of expectation and one thousand years of deception had become a bubble that was easily crushed.

It shouldn't be like this. "Please save me, save my people." Tears frozen on her gradually dissipated cheeks.

"Berti is the goddess of luck." The messenger replied in a low voice, "If you want to hide it from His eyes, your luck will definitely be bad."
Chapter completed!