I kissed the statue at the beginning and I vomited all over the floor

In a white corridor in the Elf Courtyard, two figures, one tall and one short, were walking slowly.

If the tall one wasn't a skeleton in a white robe and the short one wasn't fully armed with a sword and shield, the scene would have looked just like a grandfather and grandson taking a stroll in the neighborhood after lunch.

"What else is there?"

“Let me think…I got it!

The little one once ran into Monkna's room.

Oh, by the way, Monkna is a vain ghost, and her room is full of mirrors.

As a result, the little guy was so scared by a corpse ghost that he didn't dare to move for a long time...haha...

In the end, it turned out to be her...hahaha..."

"Wow! It turns out Sister Frey is really so timid."

"By the way, little one, why do you say that the elf little one is a beautiful undead?"

"That, I know, I know!

There is a perverted human in our team, and he kept making noises to Sister Frey...

Then Sister Frey screamed so loudly, “Guji Guji Guji”…

Then Sister Fulei became beautiful, gush gush gush gush..."

"Oh? Such an interesting human being..."

……

"So this is what you druids usually eat?"

The half-head on the wall was chewing a biscuit vigorously.

"Of course not. The food at the Druid Station is too monotonous."

A certain perverted human was also chewing hard, his cheeks bulging.

"This is a dark dish made by a violent short half-elf."

"I feel sorry for you now, really.

Lati’s craftsmanship is still the best.

I really miss it. The last time I ate the fruit salad she made was when her little disciple didn’t finish it and I stole a bite…”

"You licked it really thoroughly...

We've been chatting for so long, but I still don't know your name? "

Alvin glanced at the remnants of the magic scroll in his hand and felt it would be a pity to throw it away, so he folded it neatly and put it in his pocket.

"Is it important?"

The dog-licking researcher finally swallowed the biscuit in his mouth, smacked his lips and continued speaking.

“Anyway, in less than a day, we will all be turned into powder.

The Elf Lord's descent did not intend to let anyone go.

Those who believe in him become crazy, and those who don’t believe in him become scum…”

“Single bet, thumbs up.

How do you know so much about subsidence? Have you experienced it?"

As if choked by this question, the toady researcher coughed vigorously a few times.

"I say, you little druid are too ignorant...

Does Rose know? Does the drow know?

That was a major event recorded by all races.

At that time, there were hundreds of thousands of people in Menzoberranzan (a city of the dark elves). Except for those who escaped, more than half of them were directly degraded by the sinking of Rose's kingdom.

The whole city is full of crazy black people.

It is said that the nearby gray dwarves took hundreds of years to wipe out the group of fallen dark elves. "

Alvin actually wanted to ask who Rose was, but at this moment, he was not interested in it.

Because the knowledge that suddenly emerged in his head attracted his attention.

"I want to ask you something...

What is the range of the [Turn Fossils into Mud] spell?"

"Shichi, why are you asking this?"

Ivan gestured at the wall that trapped the researcher, then gently placed his palm on it.

"I feel like I just learned this spell."

After saying that, orange light shone from between his fingers.

A certain bootlicker fell from the liquefied wall to the ground with a plop, a look of disbelief on his face.

"I take back what I said before."

He stood up, straightened his wizard robe, and flicked off the beads that were formed by mud and water.

"You are definitely a favored one, and your god is probably more powerful than Corellon."

……

With a swish sound, the axe blade split the head of the last enemy in front of him. Broken Tooth·Wilderness pressed the axe to the ground to support his upper body.

"Huh...Huh...you guys who play magic are really insidious..."

"Insidious? No, no, no, this is a mage's tactic.

I don't want to face a violent orc at such close range."

Opposite Broken Tooth, the Speaker of the Mage Council was floating in mid-air.

Just now, this high-level warrior has chopped down all of his summons for the fourth time.

“I’m curious, orc.

You are just an ordinary high-level warrior - oh, berserker,

How can it have such high magic resistance and escape the random teleportation of the teleportation area?"

Duan Ya did not reply. He needed to take advantage of this gap to quickly recover his strength.

The enemy before him completely suppressed him in rank. He might be a spellcaster in the legendary realm.

Judging from the endless stream of spells, this person must also be a person favored by God.

But fortunately, I am not like that human boy. Every spell can be cast instantly, otherwise I would be in trouble.

"It's okay if you don't answer. None of this matters now."

The Elf Speaker raised his head. In the previous battle, he had used magic to pierce a big hole in the white tower of the Elf Courtyard, revealing the sky outside that was already beginning to glow with silver-white light.

"At this rate, in less than half a day, the entire Elven Courtyard will be integrated with Corellon's kingdom.

You will all be witnesses, witnessing how the agents of the gods fulfill their missions. "

Duan Ya shook his arms which felt a little sore.

Although it was obvious that he would most likely not be able to defeat this spellcaster who could use both arcane and divine spells,

But he is also very confident that he can hold on until those little guys come back.

Broken Tooth Wasteland, once a mage slayer in the Orc War, is not so easy to mess with.

“Come on, elf, Mr. Broken Tooth has had enough rest!

What's the next move? Release it quickly!"

The Elf Speaker looked at the orc below and narrowed his eyes in displeasure.

“Although the time waiting for sinking is boring, I have to say that your performance is quite good and helped me pass the long time.

Let’s wrap it up now, I still have a lot of things to deal with.”

After saying that, he took out a small scepter from under his robe and waved it three times at the ground.

Three winged heavy sword warriors, a head taller than Broken Tooth, appeared out of thin air.

"A messenger from heaven?! This is going to be a big trouble..."

Broken Tooth held his battle axe across his chest and stared nervously at the new enemy that had just appeared.

When he was a young man as old as Kong'er, he had seen this creature from heaven on the battlefield where orcs and humans were fighting.

Only legendary priests favored by the gods have the right to summon this creature.

At that time, a priest of the human army summoned a messenger from heaven.

In just ten breaths, half of the high-end combat forces of the Orc Alliance were killed.

The orcs don't have any spellcasters in the legendary realm, and even if they did, they probably wouldn't be able to summon a creature like that.

The entire battlefield was bursting with the holy light heavy sword of death and the terrifying disintegration technique.

How did you win in the end?

oh……

Now I remember, it was based on the orc tradition—

Broken Tooth held the axe in one hand, took a deep breath, and raised his chest to the highest point.

"waaaaaah!"