Chapter 683 is planned to go "smoothly"
Above the lush trees, a dark green mist resembling a dark cloud floated over, and arcs of electricity constantly flashed inside, like natural anger.
The fog converged violently, and he fell in front of Martha as a young wood elf, his neck and hands full of intricate and mysterious patterns, like the shamans in charge of sacrifices in ancient lost civilizations.
"Martha, repeat what you just said, they slander you for summoning the devil?" Ferragond didn't even look at Felipe, Ulyssian, Heidi and other magicians, and asked Martha directly.
As he asked, the "Felipe Right Hand" and many strange blood vessels on Martha's face withered, drifting to the ground like autumn leaves, decaying into mud.
Martha said with resentment: "Just because of the 'Dance of Vengeance' and the essentials of each movement, they think it's a ritual to summon magic! Is there such a simple and funny summoning ceremony?"
Ferragond clearly knew the "Dance of Vengeance", and a layer of jumping lightning suddenly appeared in his eyes, and the breath of the legendary druid merged with the surrounding natural environment, so as he looked around, Julisian, Felipe, and Heidi felt the trees trembling under their feet, the air shrank, the dark clouds condensed, and they felt rejected by the whole world!
Under such coercion, even Afrith, an extremely thick-skinned and heartless crystal dragon, was tense and difficult to speak, so the rapidly changing gesture in Annick's hand stopped, Heidi couldn't help but take a step back, leaning tightly against the wall of the treehouse, Yurisian broke out in a cold sweat on his forehead, wanting to smile and speak, but he couldn't squeeze out a smile.
The flesh and blood on Felipe's broken wrist kept wriggling, and a very pale right hand grew back, with a layer of water on it, as if it had just been born from his mother's belly. His short hair fluttered back, as if facing a violent hurricane, his body was tense and trembling slightly, but he held his head high and refused to lower his head: "Here...... There is a book."
Restine, who was not under pressure, quickly added: "The council has provided a copy of "Viken's Special Summoning Ritual", which also summons ancient devils through simple and funny, ridiculous and funny rituals, and the author of this book is the 'King of Calamity' Viken, a legendary magician in the past, and the Pope today!"
Stroop Forest is located on the west shore of the Endless Ocean, although it is separated from Viken at the junction of the Kingdom of Holm and the Kingdom of Brianna, but for legendary powerhouses, such a distance can be called a neighbor, so the elves with a long life are no strangers to Viken, and after learning that he is the Pope from the Magic Council, it has increased a lot of attention.
"Viken's Special Summon Ritual"?" Ferragund narrowed his eyes and waved his hand, and a quaint book in the hand of an elf flew in front of him.
Therefore, the church is undoubtedly the enemy of the natural haters, and has always wanted to invade the "heart of nature" and completely incorporate the elves into the "brilliance" of the God of Truth.
Martha shouted sharply: "Your Excellency Ferragond, don't believe their words, who knows if it is a summoning ritual written by Pope Viken! Who knows if the Pope is Viken!"
Ferragond flipped through it roughly, and his expression became a little solemn: "Although it is ridiculous and ridiculous, this kind of humor seems mysterious and strange, I have read "Fable of Pain" before, and the story in it distorts all good emotions and makes people full of pain and hatred."
The long-lived elves have read a lot of books, but "Viken's Special Summoning Ritual" is too much like a child's prank, so it has not been taken seriously and attention by them.
Seeing that Ferragond's tone was loose, Elaestine also flew Martha's music notes to him: "Your Excellency Ferragond, you can compare."
"Your Excellency Ferragunde, they are slandering me!" Martha's lips trembled, repeating over and over again.
"It's a bit similar, but Martha's explanation is fine, and it's not wrong to write the essentials in detail." Ferragond still subconsciously defended Martha, "We can't accuse her of summoning the devil because of this, she is the source of the pollution of the elf tree, we must investigate more deeply."
"Yes, Your Excellency Ferragond, we are just suspicious and hope that Ms. Martha will cooperate with us in the follow-up investigation." Estine breathed a sigh of relief.
Martha shook her head loudly: "Your Excellency Ferragond, they will forge evidence! The Natural Balance faction wants to attack us with human hands!"
Ferragond's face changed, and he thought for a moment: "Estine, I don't trust humans, so I will interrogate Martha myself."
A smile suddenly appeared on Martha's face.
Felipe, Ulyssian and other magicians immediately felt uncomfortable, who knew if Ferragond was with Masha?
Arestine felt that her spirit was about to collapse, she did not trust Ferragond on her side, and Ferragond did not trust humans and the balance of nature on her side, so no matter what the results of the interrogation were, they could not be convincing.
"I'll take Martha to the elf tree for interrogation." Ferragond made a decision on his own, Elestyn wanted to stop it, but hesitated and didn't know how to speak, I can't say, Your Excellency Ferragond, we are also doubting you?
"Wait a minute." At this time, there was another voice in mid-air, and the figures of Ranhill and Atlant slowly emerged, and they rushed back in time!
Ranhill held a "simple short bow" made of branches in his hand and fell between Ferragond and Martha: "Ferragond, you are the leader of the Natural Hate Sect, you will interrogate Martha, I doubt you can interrogate anything."
Heidi and Annick both secretly exhaled when they saw Atlanta returning, they seemed calm before, but facing a legendary powerhouse was really terrifying, and they felt that if they were not careful, they would be swallowed by "nature".
Afris took out a light green fruit from under his belly, stretched out his tongue, and rolled it into his mouth, comforting his wounded heart with delicious food.
Ferragond glared at Ranhill with anger on his face: "Do you suspect that I am the mastermind?"
"It's not about suspicion, it's simply avoiding suspicion, Ferragond, you don't even understand this, do you?" Ranhill and Ferragond have always had a bad relationship, so their tone is aggressive.
Ferragund was silent for a while and said: "Then let Her Majesty interrogate Martha, I don't trust you."
Lanhill didn't mention the "Nameless Town" and nodded gently: "Then I'll take Martha to the Elf Tree."
Ferragond did not speak, expressing his dissatisfaction and acquiescence with a cold snort.
Lanhill turned to Martha: "You will be questioned fairly."
Hearing this, Martha suddenly burst into a frantic laughter, and on her dark blue skin, the patterns grew rapidly, instantly covering every inch of her exposed skin, and at the same time, her eyes turned bright red, the monster was hollow, and the devilish scales began to spread downwards from the corners of her eyes.
"Fallen Demon ......" The elves on the sidelines were stunned.
"Hate demon possession?" Felipe said in a low voice.
"Your Excellency Ferragond, run away!" Martha howled bitterly, "They have discovered the secret of the 'Dance of Vengeance'!"
Before she finished speaking, her body swelled and exploded, and countless flesh and blood came like the judgment of death.
Suddenly, dark green vines grew on the ground, forming a cage that trapped Masha inside and stopped the splashing flesh and blood.
The vines were torn apart, but Lanhill opened his short bow, aimed at Ferragond, and said word by word: "So it's really you!"
"Me? Ranhil, you really want to slander me!" Ferragond was very shocked just now, and when he came back to his senses, his anger surged up, and his hatred was beyond words.
It seemed as if a complete natural illusion appeared behind Ranhill, and then condensed into a green light on his bow: "Martha's last words have exposed you! Moreover, it was you who ordered the blockade of the Nameless Town, and the devil-possessed elves in the town are also the natural haters who follow you, otherwise we wouldn't have returned in such a hurry!"
"The evidence investigated by human magicians is so clear, Ferragond, what else do you have to say? Why did you turn your back on everyone, why did you pollute the elf tree?"
The surrounding elves struggled to adapt to such changes, all stunned, unable to believe that the culprit was His Excellency Ferragond.
After hearing the words "evidence investigated by human magicians", Ferragond glanced at Atlante, Felipe and others hatefully, only to feel that the emotions in his heart could not be controlled, and the hatred accumulated over the past few hundred years completely exploded: "So you want to get rid of me!"
"I'm going to see Her Majesty the Empress......" Before he finished speaking, he suddenly noticed that something was wrong with his body, and the hatred seemed to condense into substance, and dark green scales began to grow on his skin.
"No!" Ferragond shouted bitterly.
Estine and the other elves shook their heads in a daze and said to themselves: "Fallen demon...... Devil Projection ...... It's really Your Excellency Ferragond......"
Ranhill said coldly: "Ferragond, accept the trial!"
He let go of his hand, and the condensed green light shot out.
The natural cycle of brewing, growing, spreading, vigorous, enthusiastic, decaying, decaying, buried deeply, and brewing seemed to be contained in this arrow, and the surrounding vibrant green suddenly faded all its brilliance.
At this moment, Ferragond was disgusted by nature!
The unprepared Ferragond was directly shot by this arrow, and suddenly the front and back were opened, and green branches grew out of his flesh and blood.
Oh!
Ferragund screamed again, his voice unconsciously filled with strong hatred, so his body became weak and completely swelled, and all the branches turned into strange withered vines covered with flesh and blood, attacking Ranhir, Atlante and others in turn.
This forest instantly became a ball of flesh!
Heidi and the others were unharmed by Atlante's legendary magic defense, but when the flesh and blood disappeared, they found that Ferragond and Ranhir were gone.
"Don't worry, Your Excellency Ranhill will definitely be able to capture the Ferragund Pavilion...... He is a revenge hunter and is the best at tracking." Estine relieved the other elves with a very bad face.
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Seriously injured, Ferragond fled in a panic, fleeing from his natural dwelling to the forest near the abyss's crevice, finding a hidden cave to hide, quickly healing himself, and trying to eliminate the demonic projection from his body.
"How could this happen?" He shook his head in disbelief, "Why am I demonic?"
"Why? Why!"
Under the influence of hatred, he found it difficult to control his mood.
"Because you learned the 'dance of revenge' because you are full of hatred." A cold voice sounded at the entrance of the cave.
"Ranhill!" Ferragond was about to resist, but found that when he fought against the devil's projection, his power could not extend outward at all, and his body became weak as a result.
He leaned against the mountain wall, looked at Lan Shier who strolled in, and saw his long golden hair dazzling in the sun, and said in frustration, resentment, and confusion: "Why, why?"
Lanhill looked at the position of the sun and smiled: "There will be a while, when the plan over there is successfully completed, the matter will succeed."
"Over there?" Ferragond seized the time to rule out the demon projection, and for the legendary powerhouse, there would be no one who would be unable to extricate himself once he was projected - before he gave up his mind.
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"When the plan is successfully completed, everything will go as we expected." The human-faced goat smiled proudly, seeing Malfurion and the two legends fly over.
The vicious dog's head roared in a low voice: "I just want to eat them, but unfortunately, I have to pretend to fail and escape!"
"It's in the distance, get ready to attack!" During battle, the head of the human-faced goat will never argue with the head of the vicious dog, so as not to be unable to exert its full strength.
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw the young man wearing a black double-breasted long dress with a silver-white pocket watch on his right hand, a thin bracelet attached to the buckle, glowing slightly, and the ticking sound could be clearly heard even from such a distance.
"This is?" The smile of the human-faced goat froze.
"Whatever it is!" The evil dog's head made the entire blood-colored plain boil, endless blood gushed out from the soil, droplets of filthy rain and dark red dust poured down, and its body swelled rapidly, as if it had withstood the blood-colored sun in the sky!
Then, they heard a crisp "click" sound.
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