Zhao Mai took away part of Milkor's power, ambition and dominance, combined with his own power, and shaped Sauron. At the same time, he also took away part of Milkor's traits that represent joy and fun. Milkor indeed possessed all the traits of Vera and Maiya, and he would also plant, dance and sing. In fact, he has the best voice among all the Annu angels, otherwise he would not have the ability to deviate from the music style in the great movement of Iluvita. It was just his ambition, his desire to rule everything distorted his own traits and became a dark demon king who only competed for victory and defeat.

Zhao Mai took away some of the beautiful qualities in his body, and he could not even realize the joy of victory. Perhaps he could feel temporary pleasure, but he did not have a long-term sense of accomplishment. He would become more and more irritable and irritable, and eventually lead to evil killing each other.

"Iluvita, I have made Soren and made sure Milkor will fail." Zhao Mai said to the empty cell: "Now, your world is on track, and I have learned enough, can I let me leave?"

There was only the echo of painful wail in the huge prison, and there was no sound of Yiluvita's response. Zhao Mai punched the prison door with a hard punch, and then jumped in pain with his wrist. He threw out his divine power, and used it to create Soren, which could no longer be considered a Maiya. In the Forbidden Demon Prison, it would be strange if he only used human bodies to beat the steel without being injured.

The only one who can work is the mobile phone. Edit the lyrics and send messages to communicate with Xiaohua and the others to understand their current situation. This will at least bring spiritual comfort to Zhao Mai. If he was in Verino, he would do well in Mailon and wait for the elves to be awakened, he would have been able to bring Xiaohua and the reserve grain to his side. But if he did not leave Verino, did not join Milk's men, and did not persuade Milk to withdraw and leave the uncontaminated land, would the elves wake up? This is also an indefinite thing. If all this is under the control of Iluvita, then what is transcendence?

While he was thinking about this question, a dark shadow covered the prison door, and Soren crossed his hands and stood in front of Zhao Mai. Zhao Mai looked at him without saying a word; and Soren was also worried that he would make a mistake, so he was silent. The two of them clashed with vision, comparing with each other with patience and will. If there was a trace of cowardice in their eyes, it would be nothing for Soren, but it would be very dangerous for Zhao Mai. He is now in prison, and Soren is outside the cell. As long as this evil dark adjutant gave the order, Zhao Mai might be executed.

The only thing that can prevent this is Iluvita. Soren didn't know what Zhao Mai was doing now. Killing Maiya was just to let him return to Iluvita and then be reborn again. Soren was measuring, leaving Mailong, and risking his exposure to Milkor's entire dark plan, or killing him, allowing him to return to his freedom, and having a difficult enemy on Vera's side. He wanted to find the answer to all this from Mailong's eyes, but it was obvious that Mailong's will was still strong and Sauron could not see anything.

At this moment, the palace was attacked by a catapult. The elves learned this weapon from orcs and she-cannibals and built a more refined version. They were manipulated by tree reinforcements and continuously fired huge stones. The spell of Vera was imposed on the stones, and each impact could cause a huge vibration. A wave of stones fell near the prison, and the vibration caused by the shock made Sauron shook his body, and the confrontation of eyes ended here.

"Remember one thing." Sauron said to Zhao Mai: "This time I can kill you without killing you."

"Then I'll give you a piece of advice: Don't put all the eggs in the same basket." After Zhao Mai said that, he quickly closed his eyes and rested. His eyes were sore and he was almost unable to hold on, so he could only close his eyes to pretend to be an expert. Soren listened to Zhao Mai's calm answer, a little confused, but he thought that it would be more beneficial for him to release the imprisoned Meronbi, so he turned around and left.

This time he escaped, but if he did it again, he would probably not be so lucky. Zhao Mai knew what Sauron was composed of, and suspicion was also one of his personalities. God knows when he would turn around again, and next time he would have no hope of winning.

I have to find a way out! Every time Zhao Mai gets beaten, he will change his cell. Although it is the same bright light, noise and uncomfortable environment, it is too difficult to escape from the prison while constantly changing the cell. This time with Sauron, Milkau should not be able to remember himself for a while, which gives him the most in need of time.

There is only one tool available on his body, which is to summon the phone at any time and never damage it. Zhao Mai used it as a hammer and chisel to dig out the cracks on the rocks on the wall, hoping to pry the stones off. But after working for a while, something he did not expect happened: hunger and thirst. In the process of creating Sauron, the divine power was consumed too much, and he was no longer considered a real Maiya, and the ordinary body would feel hungry and thirsty. When he could still exert the druid's natural force, Zhao Mai never worried about these two things. It was the same whether he could eat fine or not, but he had already solved the problem of hunger and thirst.

Now this feeling is back on himself, making him feel familiar and unfamiliar. Hunger is the spur for all living things to survive. It should be the best entry point for understanding, studying, and communicating nature. But the Druid used the Dracula Technique to solve this problem as soon as he came. If he lacked this feeling for a long time, would he develop a superior mentality when practicing, which would lead to self-confidence?

The hunger he is, the harder he has to work harder, otherwise he will never have the chance to work harder. But many times, things will not shift with the will of a person. Zhao Mai worked hard, but before he fell down, he still couldn't dig up the stone that opened the door and escaped from it. He found that he was getting hungry and thirsty, but he would not die because of it. He still had the last Maiya characteristics to ensure that he would not die because of hunger, but it might also be the effect of the immortal medicine. He was a little confused, and just hoped to take a little rest, accumulate strength from this immortality, then waved his cell phone again, and knocked on a little bit of stone chips.

A black shadow extended from the prison door to Zhao Mai, covering the flashing bright light. When has it been? Could it be that Soren came? Then he heard the sound of the prison door opening and the vague footsteps. It seemed that Soren had understood the truth of the matter and was coming to kill me! Zhao Mai held his breath and reminded himself to be alert. As long as he had the chance to leave the area of ​​the forbidden demons, he had to fight for survival.

But what caught him was a warm hand, and what helped him up was also a gentle movement. "It's Lord Meilong, that's right." This was the voice of the elf.

"Hurry, hurry up, go quickly when you are not discovered." This is the voice of the dwarf mercenary.
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