Taming the Dark Lord

The air is sticky like a thick black swamp, making it hard to breathe in it.

Amelia even forgot the pain on her body, fixedly looking at the Necromancer, as if she didn't understand what he was talking about.

He said...who is his daughter?

Debra?

impossible.

how is this possible?

Debra has always disliked the dark forces to the extreme, how could he get involved with the Necromancer.

But when Amelia went to look at Debra in a daze, her bloodless face seemed to tell everyone that what the Necromancer said was true.

"As expected of my daughter, she did a good job, and she actually got into the position of a saint." The necromancer fell on the ground, and the crisp sound of bones and jade making Debra shiver for a moment.

In the next instant, a bone hand was placed on Debra's shoulder, and the Necromancer looked at her coldly for a moment, and smiled with satisfaction.

"It's not in vain that I have spent many years planning, my daughter, you will be a sharp blade of darkness piercing the light, bringing the world back to the protection of my god."

The cold touch made Debra recover from her dazedness. She shook her head frantically and tremblingly said: "You, you nonsense, I don't know you, my father is already dead, you are not mine. father..."

"This kid, what nonsense, I am your father. You don't remember, when you were just born, I personally put you in that nobleman, what is it called,'Dolvi'? "The Necromancer Jiejie smiled and patted Debra's face.

Debra waved his hand away, eyes scarlet: "You lied!!"

While the Necromancer was attracted by Debra's attention, Amelia quietly put her hand behind her, trying to contact the outside world for help.

She muttered a spell silently in her heart, her fingertips were stained with blood, and she painted a faintly fluctuating rune on the jade floor.

As long as the news can be heard, the gods will send people to rescue them, even if they come from thousands of miles away, they can catch up with the blessing of magic.

It's almost the last one!

Amelia gritted her teeth and used all her strength to close the last stroke. The last ray of magic in her body was exhausted. She was panting hard, but her eyes were joyful.

Hold on, someone will come to rescue them.

"what are you doing?"

A cold voice suddenly sounded, and one foot came and crushed the rune severely.

Amelia felt a sudden cold in her heart, and watched the rune that started gradually being crushed and annihilated before the news spread.

"There are a lot of small movements." The person said indifferently, and then used the foot that smashed the rune and smashed it down at the back of her soft hand.

The sound of crushing finger bones creaked.

"Hmm..." Amelia gritted her teeth to resist the pain.

The Necromancer suddenly appeared in front of her at some unknown time, and the skull face with half rotting maggots looked down at her gloomily.

Amelia's heart fell, as if sinking into a bottomless abyss, so cold that she could not breathe.

All the tactics are exhausted, facing the extremely powerful enemy, they don't even have the strength to resist, they are at the mercy of others.

The companions fell one by one, and the city had become a dead city. No one would come to rescue her, and no one would know their death. They would decay and disappear in the mud along with the corpses of tens of thousands of civilians.

Amelia gritted her teeth, unwilling to show a fragile look, but her eyes were still shamelessly red, and her throat was bitter.

"This saint... I remember, you are the chief saint?"

Necromancer's feet pressed hard, and a malicious smile appeared on his tattered face: "Why do I look so familiar with this face? It was on Oya Street that day, eh? Was it you?"

Oya Street?

Isn't that where she rescued Alfonso?

The girl showed some stunned expressions, but she pressed her lips and said nothing.

The Necromancer didn't care, and continued to say casually, "Is it you? I didn't find the wrong person, right? It's strange, you said, I don't remember anything that day, even the person who killed it. I just remember your face."

"It must be you? It's one of you who manipulated my behavior, or that he aroused the desire for murder/hope in my heart and destroyed my sanity. Such a powerful ability is among you. Who is it?"

The Necromancer lowered his head, his eyes were cold and terrifying

"answer me."

Those feet slowly increased their strength, and they ran over the back of her hands with a cat-and-mouse-like attitude.

Amelia sobbed in pain, and curled up.The bright blond hair was stained with blood, covering the girl's face, making it impossible to see her expression.

Only the hands that were crushed under the feet trembled slightly.

"It doesn't look like you are anymore, then, where did the little mouse that you hid?"

"I speak, why are you ignoring me. Haven't your parents taught you to be polite?" The Necromancer grabbed Amelia by the collar and lifted her up: "If this is the case, then I will Affected teaches you."

"You let her go!"

Debra's eyes were still trembling, her fingers trembled, her wand was against the middle-aged man's back, and she was holding a gun, threatening: "I don't care who you are. If you don't want to die, let her go. !"

The Necromancer had a pause and turned to look at her.

The air was silent for a moment.

Amelia could not see Debra's expression, but could hear her teeth trembling to the extreme with horror.

"My father died long before I was born. He is a nobleman. He has passed on my noble status and blood. He is definitely not a stinky mouse in your gutter!"

Debra almost fainted in horror, but a force from nowhere supported her and finished her sentence: "You better let us go right away, and let us go if we are acquainted, or we will wait for the pope to be crowned. He will never let you go!"

"You didn't seem to hear what I said." The Necromancer held Amelia in one hand, and his whole body exuded a dangerous aura. He seemed very impatient and someone interrupted him: "You are still young. Just treat it as if you haven't heard it, just stay there for me, dare to make trouble, and even kill you."

As the Necromancer's voice fell, several bone hands appeared from the ground, tightly holding Debra who was struggling, and pulling her into the ground inch by inch.

"Debra?" Amelia's voice trembled, struggling in vain from her iron palm for a few times, calling her name in horror.

"Stop screaming, you can't die." The necromancer looked back at Amelia who had lost too much blood and looked pale.

He lost the patience to continue to laugh, and asked her directly: "Where is that dark elf, where are you hiding?"

"What... dark elf, I don't understand." Amelia was strangled by his collar, and her suffocation made her talk intermittently.

"Heh, don't pretend, I was watching when you saved the elf." The necromancer frivolously patted the girl's face: "Including you letting go of the two little girls, I also helped you A handful, you forgot?"

Amelia suffocated her breath and remembered that it suddenly turned into a black flame. She thought it was Alfonso who was making trouble, but it turned out to be the handwriting of the Necromancer.

He has been with her for so long!

"You made up the so-called magic eagle killing, right?" When the matter came, Amelia became calm and carefully recalled the whole thing.

Strangely speaking, it has always been very difficult for Warcraft to transform into an adult form, so they do things low-key and never mess around in front of the Shining God Cult for fear of causing trouble.

And the daring magic eagle, without hatred, without reason, killed so many people inexplicably, and then suddenly committed suicide when he was hunted down.

This whole thing revealed something wrong, but no one noticed it before, and even Amelia didn't think much about it.

They are so proud.

Amelia closed her eyes, and the thousand-year-long dominance of the mainland has made the people of the religion arrogant and underestimate the enemy, so that no one has noticed such a big loophole.

And the Necromancer was still talking about how he tortured the civilians and how he escaped the chase of the gods, showing off his achievements with a sense of sarcasm.

It seems that villains in any world like to give a speech about their mental journey before killing, so as to leave time for the protagonists to comeback.

Amelia was a little bit untimely wanting to laugh, but it was a pity that she had no chance to come back, no one would come to save her.

The companions left in the forest are weaker than her, and they will die when they come. I hope they will walk a little bit slower, slower, and never come in.

Amelia prayed silently, and the necromancer's suddenly approaching face recalled her sanity.

"Is it weird?"

A whispered voice sounded like a devil: "Why did I suddenly lose my mind? Why did the witch you caught suddenly go crazy? Is the dark elf you rescued really just ordinary dark elf? "

"Amelia, have you really, never doubted it at all?"

Have you ever doubted it?

Amelia asked herself.

No, the opposite is true, there is too much doubt.Since discovering the elf, she has been suspicious of him.

From the time to get along, Amelia could see that this elf was arrogant, bad-tempered, and too lazy to die, except for the good appearance, everything else could not be bad.

Especially every time a smile is not a ridicule, Amelia's hands are itchy every time she looks at it.

But, but...

Amelia suddenly remembered the dark elf who was in the jungle that day and turned away from her.

She gritted her teeth and raised her head, facing the necromancer's sight, "I won't believe you. If you have any questions, I will naturally ask him. I won't tell you where he is. He was already sent away by me. You It will never be possible to find him."

The Necromancer showed a surprised look. He stared at Amelia for a long time, as if he had discovered something, he threw the person on the ground casually, his shoulders moved slowly, and he suddenly raised his head and laughed.

"Hahahaha, it turned out to be like this, it's ridiculous, a chief saint fell in love with the dark elf she should have killed! God, am I in any fairy tale?"

While he laughed, the magic power oscillated slowly, and the bone of Amelia, who was about to refute, creaked and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Ah, it's already tattered?" The Necromancer pressed his palm on Amelia's head, and slowly closed his five fingers, "Then just kill you. If you pull out your soul, I can find it naturally. ."

Amelia could hear the cracking sound of her skull, and the pain came up, and blood leaked from the girl's dizzy nose and fell on the muddy soil.

It hurts.

Amelia thought in a daze, is this how I die in this life?He was pressed under his feet like an ant, crushed his head, and died in humiliation.

It's ugly, I'm not reconciled. If you can stand up, you must fight to the moment of death to be brave enough to not live in vain.

I really hope that Alfonso will not come over and not see my ugly appearance.

There was a chuckle like a watermelon crushed above her head, and Amelia's last bit of consciousness vanished and she completely escaped into the darkness.

The pure white girl was stained with filthy blood, like a slender flower that was plucked and crushed, falling down its branches, nestling alone in the soil.

How pitiful, like a dying swan.

The elf lowered his eyes to look at her, pinched the middle-aged man's head with his slender and powerful fingers, and in the gesture of hurting Amelia, he also pinched his head in an understatement.

"You! You are!" The necromancer finally saw the dark elf's face clearly. Before that, due to the existence of the Pope, he dared not come close, but dared to watch from a distance.

Because of this, he escaped Alfonso's sight and lurked to this day.

The Necromancer's gaze stopped on the elf's face, his gaze was dull, his eyes were red, as if he had seen something terrifying, his mouth opened wide, revealing a black throat.

"It's you! It's you!"

The Necromancer roared like crying and laughing, his expression mad, and the madness like that day once again swept through and destroyed his reason.

He exhausted the last bit of strength, trying to touch the gods.

However, there are invisible blades in the air, starting from the phalanx, cutting off his body inch by inch, from fingertips to arms, from feet to torso.

Broken bone meal was flying in the air.

Accompanied by a little fishy smell of meat that has long been rotten.

"It hurts! It hurts!!!" The Necromancer burst into tears, and he had already lost the way he held the winning ticket when chasing Amelia.

For many years, he lashed out and took the lives of others, taking pleasure in the suffering of others. Now it is his turn. He didn't expect that he just wanted to catch a special dark elf as a pet.

He didn't even expect that the gods who disappeared for thousands of years would just appear before him.

Alfonso's anger and murderous aura that had ignited the moment he saw the girl's appearance was finally calmed down by the painful appearance of the Necromancer.

His eyes were sharp, his complexion was as cold as ice, the blade-shaped golden lines under his eyelids were red with sullen anger, and the mage's life was maintained under his palms, while slowly crushing his whole body.

Even if he loses all of his body and only one head is left, he can still feel the pain in a sober posture.

"You, why are you killing me?" The Necromancer was forcibly summoned back to his mind, dying and said: "Is it for this woman? Don't forget, she is a saint, a person of the gods of light, and your enemy! "

Alfonso loosened his finger and let go of his head.

With a "bang", his head rolled on the ground. The Necromancer thought that Alfonso had been moved by him, showing a look of joy, his mouth was still chattering: "This woman, dare to hide you, you must-- "

Alfonso raised his foot indifferently, stepped on the face of the undead mage, and ran it a few times at random.

"To shut up."

He leaned over and hugged the girl, warm blood on his body, and finally felt a trace of warmth in his cold body all the year round, but this kind of warmth made people so angry.

Alfonso did not understand why.

He didn't bother to explore it carefully.The girl's faint breath hit his ears, with the light and stench that he had been accustomed to unknowingly, light and fluttering, like a lump of unobtrusive rubbish.

No one can beat the small waste, knowing that the nest is horizontal every day, he loses his temper at him.

The dark elf raised his lips invisible.The feet that stepped on the head of the Necromancer with indifferent force, together with the squeaky soul, crushed into a huge and ugly mud.

No one pays attention to such sludge.

Died in pain at the feet of the most disgusting God of Light, and the corpse fragments stuck in the cracks of the church floor, and were always illuminated by the light. This may be a more painful punishment for the necromancer than death.

Alfonso held his arms motionless, breathing like a stagnant girl leaving the dead city.

When Amelia woke up, something was wrong.

Her pillow seems to be hard.

Not as hard as wood, but firm and hard, like sleeping on a good piece of beef.

That subtle touch is obviously not her bed.

Amelia woke up suddenly, the bright starry sky in her eyes made her startled, and she couldn't recover for a long while.

"Hello, little waste."

Amelia followed the familiar voice and turned her gaze upward.From below, the line of the dark elf's jaw became sharper and sharper, and the blood-red eyes seemed to be a little bit of starlight scattered inside, shaking people's minds.

"I heard, you like me?"

Amelia: "..."??

What?

What dreams do Ning do?

The elf snorted, seeming to get the answer from her awkward expression, and casually retracted her gaze, "You should give up as soon as possible, you are too stupid and too useless, I am not interested in you."

Amelia:??Emoji management gradually got out of control.

Amelia sat up abruptly, her body fainted with excessive blood loss for a moment, she hurriedly put her hand on the ground to support her body.

The hand feels soft, a bit piercing, with the fragrance of grass juice and water vapor.

She lowered her head and took a look, only to realize that they were on a vast expanse of grass, with a sweeping starry sky above their heads, and the scene was amazingly beautiful.

And she slept on the elves' legs before sitting up.

...Mom, it's a knee pillow!

Amelia never dreamed that such soft words could be put together with the dark elf.

No wonder I felt weird under my head before.

She pursed her lips, couldn't tell what it was like, stood up on the spot, lowered her head to check her body, and moved her arms and legs.

The limbs' injuries were as good as if they had never been injured. There was no pain in the head, and the body was relaxed and comfortable. Except for some dizziness caused by excessive blood loss, there was nothing uncomfortable.

Did Alfonso save her?

Amelia secretly looked at the dark elf who was looking bored at the sky.

How did he come from such a remote place?The middle-aged man is so strong, is he injured?

Amelia wanted to ask aloud, but she also knew that in terms of the pride of the elf, hearing these questions would not be moved, but would be angry because of her contempt.

So she swallowed the words that were stuck in her throat, and then whispered a BB: "What dreams are you talking about, who likes you?"

She said this originally to justify herself, and by the way, she could also activate the inexplicably rigid atmosphere.

Unexpectedly, the elf's reaction was so great. With a speed and strength that almost broke his neck, he turned his head and narrowed his eyes dangerously: "What did you say?"

Amelia was taken aback by him, and she repeated, "Don't like...?"

The elf leaned down, with an astonishingly handsome face close to Amelia, his eyes fired, and he forced him to ask: "Who forcibly detained me? Who pretended to let me go and came to check it in two days or two? Who would rather die than betray me?"

"It's all like this, dare you say you don't like me?"

It seems...something makes sense?

Amelia commented from an outsider's point of view. If these things were done by others, she would definitely think that this woman loves elves so much that she was unwilling to let him go and was willing to give her life for him.

But when she was the client, Amelia just wanted to say: What is Ning talking nonsense?Is this true?

She was about to rebut, when the elf suddenly pressed a hand on her shoulder, and her cold body temperature made her shiver.

"Still stiff?"

The elves got closer.Breathing close at hand, a low voice seemed to sound in her ears, tickling her heart: "So, do you admit that you like me?"

Looking up close, those eyes are more beautiful.

The blood-red eyes seemed to reflect the melting moonlight. Under the background of the sky and stars, the handsome face that condensed the indescribable beauty of mankind was even more dazzling, making people unable to look away.

In the face of such a peerless beauty, I asked you with an angry face whether you like him or not. Who can refuse?

Which hard-hearted person can say he doesn't like it?

Anyway, Amelia didn't resist, she nodded without realizing it, and didn't come back to her senses until she heard the elf's wild laugh.

Fine.

She thought with a little helplessness, it was to make the child happy.

So she nodded openly again and repeated: "I like you, and I like you very much."

The girl's voice is gentle and lingering like spring water, with a subtle indulgence, like a thin open net, wrapping people in detail.

The laughing elf stalked, and turned his head away furiously.