Taming the Dark Lord

When Amelia returned, Debra was struggling to crawl out of the dirt.

Without the manipulation of the middle-aged man, the horrible skeletons fell silent, their flesh and blood turned into rancid silt, trapping the clean saint in the mud, so angry that she almost collapsed.

"Amelia?"

Debra showed such a happy expression to Amelia for the first time, crying with joy: "You are still alive! Pull me out!"

Amelia Yiyan pulled her out.

Debra immediately used the last drop of magic power to give herself a clean magic, and then had time to ask: "Where is the Necromancer? Where have you been?"

Amelia: "Well... it's like this, I killed him."

Debra: "What about the corpse?"

Amelia pointed to the sludge on the floor that could not be shoveled.

Take a closer look, and you can see the clothes corners belonging to the Necromancer.

Debra: dumbfounded.

She looked at Amelia with such awe for the first time, and at the same time she couldn't help but muttered in her heart. How could she have not seen that Amelia had such a hobby before, and she would just crush people when she did nothing. mud.

very scary.

So perverted.

Amelia, who was killed by the wind critics, was pulling at the ruins in front of the church, dragging her head out and being hammered out of a hole, but there was still a skinny witch remaining.

——Or to say magic is magical, for this kind of injury, I went to the Temple of the King to report early in my previous life.

"I'll save her first, Debra, you go to the city gate to see Rita and everyone." Amelia raised her hands in the air, and the pale white light fell, healing the witch's severe head injury without turning her head back. Directed Debra.

"All right."

Debra absently turned the corpse of a knight beside her feet, and her feet were motionless as if they were rooted on the ground, and her mind rested on Amelia, who was facing her at the moment.

Do you want to kill her?

Debra's fingers trembled, and the intense psychological struggle made her breathe quickly and her vision was erratic.

Regardless of whether the Necromancer's words are true or false, whether there is a problem with her life experience, but he is dead, and there is no evidence after death.

As long as the only Amelia who heard these words died, no one would know about this.

Not only that, Amelia died, and the position of the chief will be vacated. As the only survivor of this trip, she captured three witches and killed a necromancer. Such a great contribution is enough to support her. The position of the chief.

After half a year, she will be able to meet her long-awaited god, and she will live a life of superiority since then.

Such a dreamlike life is what Debra dreamed of going crazy when he first walked into the temple since childhood.

For fifteen years, I sweated day and night and climbed up all the way, just for this goal.

It can be achieved immediately.

As long as she can kill Amelia!

Debra's hand quietly touched the wand on her waist, bit her lips tightly, and looked sideways at Amelia who was facing her back.

Such a slender girl can't believe her magic is so strong that even a necromancer can defeat it, and it is incredible.

On the front, she could never defeat Amelia.

So there is only one chance.

Do you want to do it now?

Debra clenched his fists with some anxiety and timidity, never daring to move.

"Huh? Debra, why are you shocked? Why aren't you leaving?" Seeing the blood hole in the witch's head gradually healed, Amelia wiped her sweat, and from the corner of her eyes she caught a glimpse of the startled Debra. Called her suspiciously.

"I..." Debra's voice was dry and hoarse, and she was startled by Amelia who suddenly turned around. She suddenly recovered and touched the knight at her feet with a guilty conscience, pretending to be His palms were shaking when he was doing things well.

In fact, I don't even know what I'm doing.

Amelia froze for a moment, then pursed her lips clearly.

"Don't worry, the middle-aged man just wanted to use this thing to play on us. Who would believe it if it was so fake? Don't forget, we have to undergo background screening before being selected as saints. There is a problem. It was directly brushed off."

Amelia strenuously hugged the witch and walked out of the city: "Come on, there is still a lot of work to do."

However, didn't Rita also escape the background screening?

Debra looked at her figure, lowered her eyelashes, put her wand back into her waist, and got up to follow her footsteps.

Don't attack anymore, Debra thought. Such behavior is too shameless and does not fit the noble education she has received since she was a child.

Change it to poison.

These days, if you catch the opportunity, you will poison her to death.

In order to thank Amelia for her life-saving grace, Debra decided to use a milder poison and try not to cause her too much pain.

The two returned to the gate of the city, Amelia went to see Rita, and Debra was in charge of inspecting the fallen knights one by one, looking for any survival.

"She wants to kill you."

A sudden word made Amelia pause, and she looked around to make sure that Debra hadn't heard it before pressing the little head that came out.

"I know." Amelia also whispered, "It's so obvious that a fool can't feel it."

Alfonso twisted his eyebrows: "Why didn't you kill her, you like her?"

He turned into an elf again, his cute face showing a bit of dissatisfaction because of his shrinkage, he pushed his head away from Amelia's hand that was about to press him down, repeating with certainty: "You like her."

"I don't really like it." Amelia thought about it seriously, "I just want to give her a chance. Anyway, if she really does, she will definitely not be able to beat me. I will... then deal with her."

Amelia was terrified for a long time, but still did not say the word to kill.

She is a modern soul, it is good to see the bloody corpse without vomiting, it is really difficult to kill people, she is still a familiar person.

Alfonso's point is still not right. He tightened his brows and said in an incredible tone: "You will actually like two people. Are human beings so affectionate?"

Amelia almost flashed her waist.

She looked weird: "If you like two people, you are listening to these nonsense."

"You said." Alfonso looked ugly and sneered: "The running dog of the Light God Sect is really disgusting."

The elf got back into the bag, and within a few seconds, he poked his head out of Amelia's dazed expression, and said indifferently: "Don't like me, disgusting."

Then drilled back again.

Two disgusting Amelias were said in a row: "..."

This person is also strong, otherwise he would have been beaten to death.

Outside the city gate, the two of them did not find Rita after searching for a long time. The bodies of the other knights had been turned over, but no one was seen.

Debra frowned suspiciously: "Did Rita go by herself?"

"No, no." Amelia said without raising her head, pointing to the jumbled footprints on the ground: "Look, it's the shape of a church inspection team, and there are two more shallow ones, small in shape, they should be girls ."

Amelia concluded: "It was separated from us in the forest. The knights who guarded the two witches carried Rita away."

Debra said helplessly: "Maybe we thought we were all dead, so we went to seek assistance. What should I do next? Follow along?"

Amelia nodded: "Come with it."

The two found a carriage from the city, ready to follow the traces of the rut.

Before leaving, Amelia deliberately found an empty room with a convenient name, and had a face-to-face conversation with the dark elf.

"You have to follow me." Amelia said straightforwardly.

Alfonso:"?"

The elf's eyes gradually brought contempt.

Yesterday the girl said, "I never meant to leave you" and "I really want you to go home" as if they turned into invisible hands, slapped her in the face.

Amelia tried to make sense: "No, don't you think the Necromancer's words make sense? You really don't look like a normal dark elf. I will go back and check the classics, make sure, and then send you back, OK?"

Alfonso: "Oh, explain it to you."

I won't believe it anyway.

She clearly read this sentence from the face of the elf.

Amelia: "..."

He didn't listen to her at all!!

Amelia became angry with a pufferfish, and the broken elf didn’t tell her anything. Even if she relayed the words of the Necromancer, he was just thinking, his mouth was closed tightly, just didn’t say clearly. what happened!

Let alone the massacre, the witch is the most recent thing, he will not forget it too?

Now she is angry with her by this look.

The communication failed, and Amelia almost died of anger.

She simply made a decision, pretending that she didn't see the elf's expression, and smirked: "That's OK. It's still the old rule. Don't speak or move."

After finishing speaking, she didn't want to look at that nasty face anymore, and decisively grabbed the elf, ignoring the struggle of his small arms and legs, tucked it back into the bag and hung it around her waist.

Portable elf get√

Shrouded in a chill and murderous aura that came from nowhere, Amelia returned under Debra's weird sight. The two carried the witch into the carriage, confirmed that no one in the city was alive, and followed their footprints. .

The skinny witch stayed asleep until the carriage swayed into the night before waking up, and she opened her eyes and touched her knife.

"Are you awake?" Amelia put a glass of water in front of her: "Moisten your throat."

The witch's hand on the handle of the knife was not loose, and she sat up vigilantly, rejected the water she handed over, and said hoarsely, "Where is this."

Amelia briefly explained the current situation to her, as well as the two captured witches and the children who were taken away together.

The witch's eyes sharpened suddenly: "They are not witches, my business has nothing to do with them."

"You said it doesn't count." Debra said lightly: "I will hold a ceremony to ask God, if they are really not witches, I will let them go."

"But it has nothing to do with you."

"You saved my life, I can pay you, give you money, and give you anything except let you go."

"No one can violate the decrees. Anyone related to darkness deserves to die."

As soon as the voice fell, the little carriage space fell silent for a while.

Amelia has long been accustomed to the deep hatred of dark creatures by the Light God. Debra's acceptance of staying in the same carriage with a witch has surprised her. She doesn't expect Debra to let a witch go.

The witch was silent for a while, and said hoarsely: "I have never killed a person, and I never hurt anyone before you came. On the contrary, I saved countless lives. Even so, do you think I deserve to die? ?"

"Damn it." Debra answered without hesitation

Stubbornly terrible.

The witch didn't say anything, her wrinkled eyes fell down, and she returned to silence as if she didn't care about her future fate.

But Amelia looked at the blood on her sleeves and made a silent decision.

She wanted to keep the disgusting and kind-faced witch alive

Take the disabled children and return to the life that was not disturbed by them.

The knights took the child and the wounded number, and ran quite fast. Amelia and the three were sitting in a carriage, and they chased them until the evening without seeing a person.

The sky was so dark that they couldn't see the way forward. The three people who had gone through the ups and downs of the day also needed to rest. They just met a sparse jungle, and they simply stayed here for the night.

"Here, I can barely eat some."

Debra didn't know where to pick a lot of fruit and divided a little for Amelia.

The fruit is vivid and dripping with watery dewdrops, each of which is the size of a palm, and it makes people drool looking at it.

Amelia did not refuse, took one, and took a casual bite.

With a "click", the white flesh was pressed into the girl's lips, and with the chewing movement of cheeks, it gradually swallowed through the throat, entered the esophagus, and melted into the body.

Debra fixedly looked at her expression, as if waiting for something.

As time went by, Amelia's chewing movements became slower and slower, until she finally stopped her expression and was stunned.

A gust of wind carried the leaves through.

The slender girl seemed to be blown down by the wind, staggering a few steps, holding the tree trunk and barely standing still.

She half-hanged her head, her pale face suddenly twisted under her blonde hair—

Made a sour expression.

"Oh my god, it's so sour." Amelia squinted her eyes, her teeth were so sore that she could barely feel her, and she said with tears, "What kind of fruit is this! How so sour!"

And it's not the type that is sour when you eat it. It is very sweet at first, but the more you chew, the more sour, and the more you chew, the more sour. When you realize the sourness, the pungent taste has penetrated into your mouth.

"Yeah, I seem to have picked the wrong thing." Debra said casually, in a very false tone and hypocritically said: "Sorry, Amelia, it's my fault. I didn't see it clearly. Don't blame me. Yeah."

Pooh!Obviously it was intentional, what pretend it!

Amelia was sour, she insisted on opening her eyes and staring at her.

The aftermath of the campfire is reflected in those watery almond eyes, and the curled eyelashes are tearful, appearing innocent and innocent, like a soft creature with no guard, willing to open up to anyone.

Why are there such people in the world?

Debra was puzzled.

In the aristocratic education she received since she was a child, anyone can be used and abandoned for profit, even the closest relatives, she can do it at critical moments.

So she was used to staying vigilant, dressed in a kind and friendly shell, but inside was covered with sharp thorns, like a hedgehog, refusing anyone to approach.

She was used to doing such things, so she thought everyone would do it.

But the girl in front of her, her biggest enemy at present, has repeatedly targeted the framed person, and actually trusted her?

Debra wanted to laugh a little, she lowered her eyelids and clenched her right hand.

Amelia finally woke up from the overwhelming acidity, looked dimly with misty eyes, and saw a slender and tall figure walking into the forest.

"You get me something to eat normally, don't make trouble!" Amelia shouted at her with her hands trumpet-shaped.

The figure paused, didn't respond, didn't look back, just left.

After leaving everyone's sight, Debra spread out his right hand, and a few not surprisingly poisonous fruits lay on the palm of his hand.

The hard shell reflected on Yuehui, flashing and flashing, as if laughing at her soft-heartedness.

This is the last time I let her go.Debra thought, looking back at the faint bonfire in the distance.

Next time, she will definitely not be soft.

Amelia stood there for a while, then thoughtfully picked up a few sour fruits that had fallen from the ground, and secretly stuffed one into her pocket.

After the stuffing was over, she turned her head to meet the witch's gaze: "Um... do you want to eat?"

The witch shook her head silently.

The surrounding forest was quiet, only the sound of sparks crackling in the air, and the ignition light hovering silently in the airflow, lighting up the clearing like a firefly.

While Debra was not there, Amelia leaned over, squatted beside the witch, and whispered: "Have you ever heard of any of your dark spells that can make people lose their minds?"

As she spoke, she couldn't help turning her eyes to the purse hanging around her waist.

Since having this dark elf, her purse has never been able to hold any money.

Through the thick fabric, Amelia couldn't see the elf's expression, but she thought with her toes to know that he must have made a nonchalant look again, perhaps with a mocking smile.

But those ears would stand up quietly, eavesdropping on outside movements.

The elves' natural keen five senses are often used by him to do such things, eavesdropping everywhere.

Amelia whispered quietly, but she couldn't help but focus on the elf's long ears, and Amelia couldn't help but start to reminisce about the wonderful touch.

Don’t look at Alfonso’s dark skin. In fact, the skin is very good, especially the pointed ears. They are tender and thin to the touch. When touched, they will give rise to blush. It trembles lightly in the palm of the hand, like the cold of jade and like a pearl. The tenderness.

Feels great!

It's a pity that the elf wouldn't be touched, so she touched it several times when she suddenly attacked.

Amelia was still thinking about it, but the witch seemed to have finished thinking, and said hoarsely: "There are many, uncountable."

"A lot?" Amelia recalled the Necromancer's words, hesitated for a while, and asked tentatively: "What happened that day... after you left? Why do I feel that you are, um, not quite right."

Not quite right is obviously a euphemism.

The witch seemed to be crazy that day.

The witch drooped her eyelids, and the layers of folds became more and more profound under the light and shadow. She seemed to be less than thirty years old, but she looked like she was hanging old. She had been tortured for many years, with the old man’s peculiar death. taste.

She didn't speak for a long time.

Amelia thought she was poking her sore spot and was about to change the subject when she heard her voice lowered deliberately.

Like being afraid of being retaliated by some extremely powerful person, even if there is no one in her body, the witch dare not say it loudly, wishing to forget it forever.

If it weren't for Amelia's kindness to her, the witch would not have said it.

Just listen to the witch hoarsely saying: "I met... the devil that day."

"Devil?" Amelia repeated the word again, not quite understanding what she meant.

In this continent, both demons and angels exist, but that was a long time ago when there were many gods.Nowadays, there are very few people who know these two words, and the gods have not reappeared for a long time.

Even the sacred ceremonies held by the Guangming God Sect once every thousand years, the Guangming God only descended in a meaningful way.

The gods seem to be gradually withdrawing from the human world.

The muscles on both sides of the witch’s cheeks twitched slowly, shaking uncontrollably, and the sound of lightly knocking teeth was clearly audible: "In the forest, when I was passing by, the devil caught me. He threatened me and took away my sanity. And soul, trying to use my body to take the lives of others."

Amelia listened while taking notes: "What does he look like?"

"Black skin, long white hair, and that evil face is covered with golden stab wounds, as if the mark of his head being chopped off many times, deeply engraved on his body..."

Amelia skillfully ignores the strange descriptions of the gods, removes the dross, takes the essence, and succinctly portrays a person's image.

But the more she listened, the more familiar she became.

Just in case, she reconfirmed: "Is the devil a male?"

The witch closes her eyes: "Demons have no gender. The shell is just a disguise for him to walk on the earth. Don't be deceived by his illusion and fall into his trap and lose his soul..."

Okay, it's male.

Amelia came to a conclusion again proficiently.

She closed her notes, stood up, and gave a nuclear smile to the witch who came over.

"Sorry, I have something to do. Can you please wait here for a while? I will be back soon."