Maze Fan: I opened a buffet in the maze

In the dark sky, countless shadows merged into strange clouds, and the momentum became increasingly terrifying.

Cold tentacles of negative energy swept across the earth from the clouds, plundering the soldiers' energy. Within just a few minutes, the clouds above gradually revealed some vague and strange outlines.

It was as if something evil and terrifying was breaking free from its restraints and gradually coming out!

Pressing the firing button of the weapon in his hand, Midara looked at the pitch-black sky, feeling completely unsure, after all, the opponent's momentum was so huge.

Can ordinary mortal weapons really cause harm to it?

The answer suddenly came to me before I could even finish my thought.

A bright light appeared in the darkness! Before everyone could even take a breath, a terrifying explosion broke out in the darkness!

Boom——!!! There was silence for a few seconds, and then it was as if the sky had opened up!

It was as if thousands of thunders were roaring in the sky near my scalp! The dazzling light like snow painted my skin white!

A sharp whistling sound passed by, countless shadow clouds burned and evaporated, and the magnificent fireball produced by the bomb replaced the moon and turned the night directly into day.

Purple and red lightning crisscrossed like a spider web.

The enemies close below had just climbed up from the shock wave when they were drenched by fire, lightning, and falling acid rain, and turned into ashes on the spot!

"what!!"

A group of lords fell off their horses, covered their ears, closed their eyes and screamed. The bright light and roar destroyed their fragile nerves and frightened them.

Many people rolled and crawled, shouting for protection.

Sir Burgundy cried out in anger, "How can Midara afford a great magician? One forbidden spell costs hundreds of gold coins!"

"It's not me who can do it! It's the enemy who is too rich!!"

The lords, not knowing whether to say they were lucky or unlucky, were still complaining about the unfairness of fate, while the black-robed men were in chaos, as the power of the Lord they relied on was actually broken!

"Why? Why? This is horrible! This is horrible!"

Looking up at the energy as brilliant as the sun in the night sky, the black-robed people blessed by the Holy Grail were also frightened and screamed, their eyes filled with fear and longing.

If they had this kind of power...

In the distant fields, the fleeing refugees and farmers all sensed the terrifying power behind them, and they all turned their heads to look up. The blooming flowers of fire illuminated everyone's eyes.

"God? The God has come!!" Many people were stunned and worshipped excitedly.

In their eyes, this kind of power is no different from a miracle! It is an untouchable, supreme power!

Midara sat on the frightened horse's back, the hot wind blowing in her face lifted her hair, and the small transmitter in her hand suddenly became "as heavy as a thousand pounds"!

Is this a bomb? Is this a bomb?

Her Royal Highness the Princess was shocked and confused, and finally understood what Misler meant by "powerful"!

"Attack!" After coming to his senses, Midara swung his sword forward again. The enemy's trump cards had been broken. Now was the time to wipe out the enemy with all his strength and end the battle!

"Sir Burgundy, let's run away!" The lords were already frightened.

If the "forbidden spell" just now was released on them, I'm afraid their bodies would have turned to ashes! "If it doesn't work, let's surrender! The ransom will be lower if we surrender early!"

It must be said that Sir Burgundy was tempted, not because his military strategy was not profound or his plans were not wise.

But the enemy is too scary! !

"Master, can you still resist?" But the unwillingness and luck in his heart still made him turn around and ask with a glimmer of hope, but he saw the 'masters' were packing up.

"Idiot! If you don't run now, when will you run? Are you waiting to say goodbye to your life?"

Then they saw four hands stretched out from the black robe, and they were pinching hand seals to put away the misty and dim holy grail. Just when they were panicking, suddenly a moon-white figure flashed by!

With one sweep, he beat the black-robed men in half! Then he dropped the silver-black holy grail in his hand to the ground.

"Wow wow wow! How dare you steal our holy relics!"

Under the stunned eyes of the lords, the black-robed people who were "broken" in the middle were actually fine! Two figures, only half the height of ordinary humans, emerged from under their robes.

"Halfling? How could it be! He is such a lowly person!"

Feeling angry and deceived, the lords never imagined that there were two halflings stacked on top of each other under the black robes!

Because of their weak strength, halflings are second-class in most societies. Except for the dwarves who are a little closer to them, they don't have a good life elsewhere.

The tremendous pressure of survival forced many halflings to become thieves, bandits, swindlers and profiteers.

The reputation among different ethnic groups is even worse.

Sir Burgundy was so ashamed and angry at the thought that he was being bossed around by a group of untouchables that he swore to hang these swindlers over the fire and roast them until they were dried up!

"Give us back the holy relic!" The halflings who found themselves exposed were shocked and frightened.

But the important Holy Grail was still in the hands of others. They could only muster up their courage and shout to the figure in the moon-white cloak.

"This is something I stole, how could I return it?" A cold voice sounded, with a righteous logic in its pleasant sound, and the figure turned around.

With her moon-like eyes and skin and hair that emit a cold glow, she looks like an ethereal and otherworldly beauty.

But the lords and halflings were all trembling with fear.

"Dragon? You are a dragon--!!"

In the middle of the emerald eyes was a bright silver vertical pupil. Waves of power emanated from this slender woman, like a giant monster that was looming.

"Hmph~ You have good eyesight. Now get down, you are my prisoners!"

When Midara arrived, he saw a mysterious silver-haired woman playing with a holy grail. Many lords and the half-ling quail who appeared here inexplicably were holding their heads and trembling like quails.

"Hello, do you mind if I ask your identity?"

After getting off the warhorse, Her Royal Highness the Princess noticed the unusual aura of the woman. Her distinctive eyes directly represented her identity.

Although vertical pupils do not necessarily represent the dragon race.

But as long as it is a Dragon Eye, the difference from other races can be seen at a glance.

"Dinoel Kouhua, you can also call me by my human name, Minnie." Ms. Long said bluntly, pointing at a group of 'quails' and folding her arms proudly.

"Human noblewoman, these are my captives. If you want them, they're one hundred gold coins each."

"Oh." Midara glanced at him, "Then you should just kill them all."

She turned around and left without showing any interest, and the lords were almost crying with fear, "Your Highness! Princess! Don't abandon us, we can all get together!"

There was a flash of doubt in Ms. Long's eyes, she didn't know whether the cunning human really didn't care or was deceiving her.

Aren't human nobles said to be quite valuable? Are these few identities not enough?

He angrily kicked the nearest Viscount Burgundy and heard him scream like a pig being slaughtered. Dinoel Kohua's eyes turned and he seemed to have come up with an idea.

"Then I'll give it to you, human princess." She said with a sudden change of attitude.

Midara was greatly surprised. As a princess, she had been educated about dragons since she was a child. She knew that although they were a powerful and intelligent race, they were not naturally good at production and labor, and they liked enslavement and plunder.

Some of these dragons' favorite things to do are kidnap princes or princesses and demand a ransom!

It was quite surprising that the dragon didn't just try to rob her. What was even more outrageous was that she actually gave the prisoner to herself?

This doesn't make sense biologically! There has to be a reason for this.

"Thank you very much. Is there anything you need me to do?" Midara simply asked the question herself, to guard against any hidden conspiracy of the dragon.

"Hmm." A light flashed in Ms. Long's eyes. "You are a princess? You must be very rich!"

"No! Actually, I'm in a tight financial situation right now and can only live by borrowing money." Midara denied it hastily, fearing that the other party would be tempted by her money. She was telling the truth, the Royal Consulate was really running at a deficit.

"That's it..."

Long has a very sensitive sense of smell and can detect lies. Ms. Long, who had been planning something, was disappointed.

But she suddenly perked up again, "Then you must know someone very rich, right? Introduce him to me, and we'll be even!"

"..." Her Royal Highness the Princess hesitated. She thought of someone who was always able to magically deal with those people who were very difficult to deal with and had very strange personalities.

For example, the elf witch, the owner of the sage tower, and those boys and girls with black hair and black eyes...

If I leave it to him, maybe I can deal with this dragon.

But Midara was worried that this time, the dragon might have "taken care of" him! This is the most domineering race in the world! They will grab whatever they want!

But when she thought of the people around that guy, she felt relieved.

No matter how powerful a dragon is, it cannot withstand the siege of several great magicians.

"I do recognize him." Her Royal Highness narrowed her eyes and shifted the blame to someone else. "He is the richest man in the entire Labyrinth Street, and even in the entire Roga Kingdom! He has so many gold coins at home that they can't be piled up! He lent me the money."

"Who is it! Who is it!" Dinoel Kouhua suddenly became excited and rushed to Midara in one step.

"Introduce him to me, and I won't snatch him away... Well, I won't make it difficult for you."

"Hoohoo~" Midara raised a mysterious smile at the corner of her mouth. It was finally her turn to control the other party. "If you want to know, Ms. Minnie can follow me."

"He is a very special and interesting person~"

"Ha Qiu!" Inside the maze, Fan Wei, who had just defeated his previous opponent, sneezed.

He always felt a chill on his back, as if someone was plotting against him.

"Maybe it's an illusion?" Fan Wei shook his head, looked at the surrounding team, tilted his head and said bluntly: "Who's next? Why don't you all come together, I'm a bit in a hurry."

As the migration team progressed, not all teams accepted the practice of exchanging money for land.

In the conflict that broke out, everyone chose a more ancient way - a fight with force!

Fan Wei was a kind person, but there were hundreds of thousands of refugees behind him waiting for resettlement, so he had nothing to say and just kept fighting!

Unexpectedly, the more he fought, the more excited he became! He only felt that his potential was being released vigorously, and his overall combat power was constantly rising!

Even if he doesn't make much use of his supernatural powers, his physical skills and combat techniques alone are already extremely sharp and unstoppable!

The teams competing around them all looked pale, no one had expected that after losing dozens of games, the opponent was still so powerful! They really didn't dare to gamble, would the monster's magic power run out before killing them all?

"We give up." With a dozen helpless sighs, the outcome was decided.

Fan Wei successfully secured enough land for the refugees to be resettled.

His image of sheathing his sword and being invincible along the way was deeply imprinted in the eyes of those who followed him all the way, and he truly made a name for himself among adventurers!

Misr Van...

No matter what, his story today will become a legend, passed down by word of mouth and from generation to generation!