Chapter 372: Glory of the High Elves

The most likely to be said between Roddy and Camilla is these plans.According to the relationship between the two, they may also talk about some topics related to Nafi-just to the lips, but Roddy has no interest in chatting. With his eyes down, he folded the map into his pocket, and then asked, "Where is the congregation ... how long can that letter hold them?"
Camilla thought for a while: "At least half a year. ☆☆ New` Si` Road` Chinese`wen`net`www.z starting hand hit ☆☆ When they find that they can't contact me, they will spend some time searching, Only then did he start to doubt Elsen City, and finally assembled teams came here. "
Roddy nodded silently, and then stopped speaking, making Camilla wonder what he was thinking. She clearly felt ... Since returning with Nefi, Roddy has been much quieter than ever.
Compared with the young man who always has this sunny breath, Roddy at this time seems to be suddenly old for several years, and his frown is always slightly frowned and the exhausted breath always makes Camilla's heart feel There is always a feeling of being overwhelmed ... she wants to say something to care, but she can't say it.
The two looked at each other silently, and finally Roddy said, "Then ... just say so much, I'll clean up and go first."
Having said this, he got up and left the library, and Camilla looked at his back, saying nothing.
In less than an hour, Roddy arrived at the city square after a simple lunch. Akasha, who was ready to go, was taken by the "flying suit" and the huge "reachable duck" next to him. Scared, she still thought of what Roddy was going to do, and asked in horror: "I ... are we going to fly over?"
"It will arrive in less than a day, and soon."
Roddy wrapped his leather coat tightly and glanced casually, "Is there a problem?"
Akasha's original stride stopped suddenly. She looked at the sky and looked at the ground beneath her feet. Her lips trembled and asked, "How high should we fly? How high? Meter? "
"Well, maybe twenty meters."
Rorty can see that Akasha is "high in fear", so he didn't tell the truth at all, but helped her put on a leather coat and found a strap ...
"Ah? Why, why blindfold me?"
Akasha didn't dare to resist, stood stupidly, and then felt that Luo Disheng lifted himself up and put it on Kodak.
Wrap the short bow and stiletto with a belt, and Roddy jumps up to reach the duck. He reaches for the rope to secure himself and the buckle on Akasha's leather, but finds the little priest sitting in front of him pale. With both hands tightly pinched the coat of hair on the neck of Duck, his body was tight like a zombie ...
Obviously, she does not have the relaxed psychological qualities of Neffi, but in Roddy's eyes, "phobia" is not a symbol of shame or weakness, so he sighed and turned Akasha directly, whispering. "Hurry up."
Turning his head, he said hello to Camilla and Nafi, who came to see him off, and then reached out and patted Kodak.
The next moment, the giant bird took them up in a funny pose and disappeared into the blue sky with Akasha's long scream ...
Looking at Akasha's hands holding Roddy tightly, Neffi smiled: "This sister is really interesting, and she is so scared with her eyes covered."
Kami stretched her hands and stroked her daughter's flaming long hair, but she didn't say anything with her lips pursed--Neff didn't know what the real purpose of Roddy's going was, but she knew ... her fate had been fully delivered Gave him.
"Let's go and talk to my mother about what happened these days."
Leaving the square with Nafie's hand, Camilla wanted to return to the mansion, but before walking far, she suddenly stopped and looked at Pashare's Tower.
The next moment, Camilla looked slightly more serious, changed the direction of travel, hurriedly pulled Neffy into the tower, and then came to the front of a magic circle on the tenth floor, and carefully looked at the traces of spar above--
Nefi looked curiously at the wealthy and flashing elements on the surrounding magic towers, and heard her mother's intermittent self-talk to his ears: "Frost traces ... weak ... moving quickly ..."
"... the traces disappear ... what is this?"
"Time is up."
At the same time, in a vacant lot on the western edge of the quiet language forest, a gray-haired old man in a blue robe uttered this sentence to a team close to fifty people.
Then he put the staff in his hand to the ground for a while, and a hemispherical barrier appeared to cover all members in an instant, isolating the fluctuations and sounds of external elements, and making the old man's speech clear--
"I will lead you through this task."
His voice was not ill, but he showed the majesty and self-confidence of the superior, "I am Lucius, and all your actions will follow my instructions."
People who were still whispering in the woodland suddenly lost their voices-before that, although they knew that the middle-aged man in front of them was the leader of this operation, they did not know that the other party was the elder of the "Presbyterian Church" one
In the "holy congregation", "presbyterian house" basically means the existence of the highest level at present, and only a few people know that there is a "big three" at the top of the "holy congregation", but for ordinary people, that It is already an "inaccessible" dimension.
The status of Lucius basically means that his strength has reached the level of "high-level arcanist" to some extent. Although it is not as powerful as the "Great Arcanist" in the High Elf era, in parallel, the Karen Kingdom can't really find many magicians who can match it.
The powerful strength created awe. All members involved in the operation immediately bowed their heads respectfully, waiting patiently for Lucius's next speech.
"Before that, I would like to briefly explain the reason for organizing this character: Since the operation in Elsen City found nothing, we decided to shift the target ..."
"Through research, we have confirmed that the method of making‘ charged spar ’is not only recorded by the High Elves.

"It's the Dragon who really put forward the concept of 'charge'."
"And the Dragons ... really hold the secret of charged spar."
His staff waved gently, and the light blue elements immediately formed a crystal but fierce dragon above the heads of everyone--
"The congregation detected a dragon hiding in the quiet forest, and our mission was to ... capture it."
Such remarks suddenly made everyone uproar.
As loyal members of the "holy congregation", the Arcanist who can be selected to participate in this operation can be called the "strong one" without exception. How high is the status of this world.
In simple terms, they all have a consensus: Even if they work hard all their lives, in the eyes of the dragon, they may not be worth mentioning.
The high elves are destroyed, the orcs are maimed, and humans rise. No matter how the world changes, the power of the dragons will never change.
Lucius looked calmly at the people who had revealed a "timid" atmosphere in front of him. He did not say any nonsense, but just reached out and took out a dagger-sized ... teeth.
"The high elves once relied on Arcane Hall to defeat the dragon, and this tooth is our glorious testimony."
In words, countless mantras emerged on the dragon's teeth, and the arcane energy that rushed out like a volcano was almost suffocating, and the surging force shocked everyone in place ...
power.
What the Arcanists are tirelessly pursuing is the word "power". They can give up some, but they will never resist the temptation of "owning power" ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Remade by Her Highness Valdenno himself 'The mourning tooth is enough to directly hit the adult dragon. "
As he elaborated the role of this "artifact" in a waveless tone, all the members of the surrounding congregation showed salivation and longing.
Then there was the ambition and the ensuing intensity.
"'Dawn, plan from now on, you ... will all be witnesses to the glory of the future congregation."
Lucius didn't ask if anyone was willing to withdraw. He just raised his staff slightly, opened his arms, and whispered, "Arcane, control everything."
"For the glory of the High Elves"
The shout sounded loudly, Lucius narrowed his eyes with satisfaction, waved his hand to disperse the enchantments around him, then turned around, and led the team into the deep forest of quiet words ...