The Black Scepter

> Murphy frowned. He didn't believe that this group of Warcraft used his head to hit the wall for no reason. He had stayed in the forest for so long, and he had never seen any Warcraft IQ decline collectively to this point.

He flicked away the seven elder elders with his eyes, and the seven guys who stood up like old tree roots also looked unsightly, and one of them turned his head directly to look at Murphys and his party.

No one is stupid. In this case, some people still suspect that they are on the head of the strangers of Murphys.

The night elf race is very strange. They are somewhat sensitive to nerves and can easily show a friendly side, but once something is blacklisted by them, it means that some people are unlucky.

"Click--"

The ground shook abruptly, and a group of people lowered their center of gravity to stabilize the body-this time it was not an earthquake, but the horror of the Warcraft that was impacting on the other side of the valley.

This is not a sound that ordinary Warcraft can cause. The low roar has reached the valley. Anyone can hear several crazy "big guys" trying to break the soil wall of the valley with brute force.

This is no joke. The huge stone pillars were shaken and fell into countless fine soils.

"The situation is not good."

Murphy saw the elders gradually turned their heads, staring at themselves without blinking, and a soldier with a bow and arrow came to the pedestrian, facing Sunderland. After saying something, he stood still.

"He was asking about the relationship between these Warcraft and us, and the seven elders agreed that we had brought them in."

Sunderland repeated the soldier's words and the situation was grim.

At the moment, the sweaty and weak Murphys did not think that he had done nothing and then suffered a disaster. Now it is better. Outside, it is besieged by a group of unknown fierce Warcraft, but in the valley, it has to face the sudden change of the group of night elves Hostility.

And when he and Sunderland stood in front of the seven elders, there was no longer the relaxed atmosphere before. On the contrary, it was not excessive to draw a crossbow with swords-all the night elves around them pulled out their short bows, sharp arrows without reservation Pointed directly to the important Murphys and Sunderland of the crowd!

"They gave two options to leave, or be executed and thrown out."

Sunderland turned his head slightly, and he had just tried to communicate with the elves of the night elves. He was speechless by the unreasonable insults and curses of the night elves. For this situation, he did not have too much anger-after all, all the evidence is indeed unfavorable to him, and this kind of thing is even more unreasonable, and the other party’s paranoia is even more unexpected than he expected. The so-called two choices , It seems that the results are the same.

It was shot into a sieve or torn into pieces by Warcraft.

Although Sunderland has life-saving scrolls and a few magic props at the bottom of the pressure box, but he has to deal with hundreds of arrows in close proximity, he is inevitably stretched out. Now he seems calm and calm, but in fact his heart has long been a sweat. Looking back at Murphys, the worse-looking nightwatch leader remained silent for a few seconds and asked, "What do they think we are?"

"There seems to be no room for negotiation."

Sunderland squeezed the staff, and countless arrows around him pointed at his eyes, saying that no pressure is completely farting-the most common point in the legend of the mainland to all elves is that it has extremely exquisite arrows. The maximum range of a good shooter may not exceed 400 meters, but it has been recorded that the elves in the elves shooters can casually hit enemies 500 meters away.

What about five meters? What about fifteen meters? I'm afraid the wand was shot into a hedgehog before it was too late.

"They gave a minute, but I don't think those bows and arrows will last for so long."

Murphy listened to Sunderland's weak inference, raised his head, and looked at the dense metal arrows around him, but there was an illusion of ghostly vision in front of him-at this moment, he seemed to never again. Can't bear the temptation of the scepter behind

Distant vibrations and shocks in the distance, dull echoes in the valley, the elves in their ears pulling their short bows and breathing calmly and calmly...these mixed noises are suddenly...

Disappeared.

"Tell them, we evacuate."

Murphy's voice suddenly became extremely cold, causing Sunderland to look back in surprise.

But the great magister didn't have time to see Murphy's eyes as if shrouded in black mist. He only saw that the night watchman's great consul turned to the door of the valley, and stretched his hand towards the backpack behind him.

"We evacuate."

Sunderland expressed the attitude of the team in Old Sicilian. The bows and arrows around them fell a little, but still a small half of them insisted on aiming. All the elves in the seven villages around them stared at themselves. The silver pupils were shining, and the shock outside the valley made their eyes show fear and anxiety.

More, it is hostility to his team.

Murphys walking in the front was not fast, the elf in front of him took the initiative to open the way-and Murphys, who slightly lowered his head, walked silently, and soon stopped in the valley. In front of the entrance.

The shaking on the ground has become more intense.

The Warcraft on the other side of the stone column went crazy and attacked the stone column which is no different from the mountain wall. The stone column wrapped by countless thorns fell into the dirt with the vibration, and the original weak Mufis seemed to have suddenly recovered his strength. Standing straight in front of the stone pillar, he raised his hand and placed the thing taken out of the backpack in front of him.

"I can try to undo the element, but—"

Sunderland's words were not finished, and was suddenly interrupted by Murphy's movements.

He couldn't feel any extra fluctuations in what was in Murphy's hand, but as Murphy removed the black velvet, and reached for the black scepter exposed in the air, no amount of words could be heard. Describe his shock at the moment.

Sulfuras Scepter.

This horror horror, which had caused countless **** storms on the mainland and caused the death of more than hundreds of thousands of people, was now held by Murphy in one hand and once again showed in the world.

No one can imagine how violent the sudden fluctuations in the valley erupted.

For Sunderland, the shock hadn’t had time to make any extra expressions, the hurricane-like elemental waves in front of him had already exploded in front of him—as if the scepter hadn’t been touched by the holder for too long, Saffer The energy fluctuations emanating from Russ Scepter even made all the night elves in the valley feel the roasting heat!

The ray of light and the energetic spiritual power hit all the people in the valley, whether it is Sunderland or the seven elders, their eyes are inevitably brought with incredible and fear-and then, it is unified to become incomparable Blazing.

That is, countless whispers appeared next to their ears, money, power, supreme power, eternal beauty, endless youth promises echoed in the mind, making people unable to extricate themselves.

The only thing that has some resistance is Sunderland, whose willpower is far stronger than that of ordinary people. As a magister, he has long understood the history of this scepter and the disasters it caused, so from seeing it Sunderland, who was alert for the first time, quickly got rid of that whisper!

"Throw it away! Throw it away!"

Sunderland shouted at Murphy in no way, this lone voice echoed in the valley full of elves but was extremely clear, because all elves and humans had stopped their movements and stood straight in the original Looking at the scepter of Sulfuras in Murphy's hands, it was like a puppet who suddenly lost his soul.

But Murphy, holding the scepter, turned a deaf ear to Sunderland's shouts. As his wand lifted, the light golden lines began to extend around the position he held, and the surface of the black scepter emerged in an instant. An unimaginably bright pattern appeared.

"combustion"

With a whisper, Sunderland instantly sweated up!

The word that Murphy said indifferently was not the Byzantine language he used, but the "El Mantra", which is older than the ancient Sica language-the El Mantra, known as the Dragon language, is recognized as the most difficult to use and the most powerful One of the spell indexes of many, many magicians will try to learn the El Mantra to achieve the power of recitation of their spells when they pass the threshold of the magician, because for the magician, a powerful spell index can make the element The change is quicker and more thorough, but although El Mantra is in the best category of "indexed spells", the pronunciation is not mastered by humans, so few people have been able to use it for thousands of years.

Speaking the El Mantra doesn’t seem to be difficult, Sunderland himself has learned it, but its extremely high failure rate and terrifying anti-bite effect made Sunderland prohibitive-but at this moment, this hoarse hoarse The sound of his spell was accompanied by a sudden flame igniting at the foot of Murphys, making him immediately understand what kind of spell the guy in the rank of the low-level magician used!

"Burning", behind a simple vocabulary, is one of the ultimate ban spells of the fire magic that has a level of more than seventy and the effect cannot be confirmed.

This is the ultimate spell beyond ordinary cognition. It is a bottomless abyss where all the crystal energy of the Great Magister cannot be filled. Only the Holy Dome of the level of Freud is qualified or capital to use!

However, as the short El Mantra was recited, the surrounding elements gathered at a hurricane-like speed and equivalent, and even a huge vortex flow appeared throughout the valley-which means that Murphy The "burning" really released successfully.

His black robe fell off in the flame where his upper body suddenly started to burn, and his upper body revealed the original black magic pattern, which radiated the same golden light as the scepter~www.novelmtl.com~ has become a golden scepter slowly Lifted up, leading the eyes of all the people who were coveting it to move upwards, and the next moment, the elements around Murphy's body were almost drawn away in a blink of an eye, completely solidified on the top of the scepter in his hand. Above.

The next second, the incandescent light flashed.

Sunderland's eyes widened suddenly, and the wand in his hand waved several times at an unbelievable speed. The other hand quickly pulled out a scroll from his arms, and the scroll began to burn fast when it appeared in the air. When it was thrown to the front by Sunderland, it was already burnt out!

The buzzing sounded, and more than five shields completely shrouded the guard behind Sunderland and Murphys, and the scroll directly collapsed the ground of 50 or 60 square meters behind him. Let this guard and the nearby elves fall into the pit!

When everyone in the entire guard fell into the pit, they could no longer see what was in front of them, leaving only a dazzling pure white.

"Burning", a super forbidden curse that hasn't appeared for thousands of years, was successfully cast by a low-level magician with a wave of hand, and silently illuminated the dark world.