Taming the Dark Lord

How to punish a disobedient dark elf?

The first step is to open the purse.

The second step is to show a false smile, please him, praise him, coax him to lay down his defenses, flapping his wings and flying out condescendingly.

In the third step, give him the disguised Tang Guo, falsely claiming it was his dinner.

Then, you can harvest an elf that is so sour.

"Let you say nothing." Amelia akimbo coldly, calmly watching the elf's flight path become crooked, like a moth with its wings, slowly falling to the ground.

With a "bang", the elf became a big elf.

"What are you doing!" Alfonso's eyebrows jumped, the more irritating smell in his mouth made his face dark and his eyebrows were full of anger.

"Didn't you just listen?" Amelia made a falsely surprised expression, "That'demon' with black skin and white hair and golden sword marks on her face...Isn't it you?"

It's him.

Although he was accused to the face, Alfonso's expression was not unnatural at all. He raised his eyebrows, and his facial features, like the sharp blade of a forest cold, became more cold, and looked sharp and cold under the moonlight.

"What about me?" The elf's lips twitched slightly, and he laughed slyly and mocked: "Are you going to avenge her?"

This is a proposition.

The answer is not good. Some people want to lose their temper.

Amelia didn't think about it for a long time, she replied without hesitation: "Of course not."

Alfonso: "Oh? Why."

"Because you are more important to me than her." Amelia said frankly: "I'm not a good person. Most of the time, I help my relatives and ignore them."

Dear?

Alfonso was taken aback for a moment, with a rare look of surprise, as if he didn't understand how a woman who had always been tit-for-tat suddenly became so frank, with blood-red eyes fixedly looking at her.

Those eyes seem to contain the dirtiest thing in the world, bloody, cruel, killing, tyrannical... When a person sees it, he will be evoked the most fearful thing in all memories.

But Amelia always finds it beautiful, like a ruby, or the best kind, introverted and brilliant, as bright as cold jade.

If she owns a gemstone like this, she must be inlaid into a crown, worn at the beginning, and cared for every day.

Never let it break easily.

What a pity, she is poor.

Although she could afford such a precious gem, she did not have enough effort to raise it and love it.Even if it falls into her hands, it is a pearl and dust, which is a pity.

Amelia was suddenly awakened by her poverty. She naturally retracted her stale eyes, and the faintly floating ambiguous atmosphere in the air was broken. It was like a punctured balloon, which disappeared by brushing the ground.

The two straight men and straight women felt that something was wrong. When they looked at him just now, it felt strange, a little hot and a little itchy.

But what's wrong?

Can not remember.

Forget it, then I don't want to.

Amelia opened the purse and waved at the elf: "Come in, we've been walking for too long, they should come here."

Seeing her driving a puppy, Alfonso raised his eyebrows in disgust, but due to the sound of footsteps approaching in the distance, he didn't say anything after all. His figure shrank quickly, and he ran across the night sky like lightning and fell into his pocket. in.

Heavy.

Amelia weighed it, hung it back to her waist, and turned to meet Debra who was holding her wand to find her.

"What's the matter, I haven't come back for so long after coming out." Debra's expression was tense, and the fingers holding the wand tightened. It was obvious that the Necromancer attack made her nervous, and she felt that someone had attacked her.

"It's convenient." Amelia touched her shriveled belly and smiled flatteringly at Debra: "Fin, hungry."

Debra rolled his eyes silently.

She turned around, and the corners of the white skirt embroidered with gold patterns brushed over the messy weeds, walking fast and anxiously: "I caught a small animal and roasted it. It should be roasted now. Come out and eat."

Amelia cheered and walked out of the jungle behind Debra.

After staying in bed and sleeping for several days, the footprints finally came to an end before the three of them ran out of patience.

The city in front of me was the nearest city within a hundred miles. It was small in scale and had thousands of inhabitants. It also had a bishop of the cult of the Light.

Rita and his party came here to ask for help.

The gate was guarded by soldiers, and the civilians who entered the city lined up obediently. The ground was muddy, full of dung from livestock and muddy water from rainy nights.

Her whole body was intact. Not only was she not poisoned, she even opened the door curtain and looked at it. "Finally, I'm in the city. I haven't eaten or slept well these days, but I am exhausted. "

Debra simply closed his eyes, and his eyes were clean.

They showed their IDs to the soldiers guarding the gate, and they entered the gate in a carriage. They went all the way, passing by a place that looked like a square, and suddenly heard a loud noise.

It seems that many people are shouting the same slogan.

Amelia heard it for a long time before she realized that it was'burn her to death'.

Everyone in the car glanced at each other, and they all had an inexplicable premonition. The closer the carriage was, the shouts became louder and louder. Hundreds of people shouted a voice together. The crowd was angry, and the scene was quite shocking.

In the crowd, there are two fire stands high, with two young girls tied up on top, one with red hair fluttering in the air like a red flag, the other with black hair and black eyes, with gloomy and heavy eyes Head.

It's those two girls.

The flames had already burned from the bottom, crackling and exuding choking smoke, gradually concealing the girls' faces.

Only a hoarse shout was floating in the air: "I am not a witch!!!"

The voice was stern, like the last whimper of the crow before he died.

The crowd roared, laughing and laughing around the burning fire, praying with the life of a witch for a good harvest and well-being in the coming year.

The square was a happy one, and the firewood gradually burned out, leaving behind a dark debris.

In the eyes of the people, these scraps are the remains of witches, which should be thrown into the water conservancy and washed away directly to cleanse their filth.

"A bunch of fools." Debra snorted coldly.She was a little upset that these civilians did not pray to the God of Light.

What can harvest a witch to death?Why not pray to my god.

Humph.

The two girls who were supposed to be buried in the flames stood beside them at this time with a dazed expression, as if they hadn't recovered from the desperate situation.

"Yes, it's you." The red-haired girl raised her head blankly, couldn't help but step forward, pulling Amelia's sleeves: "Are you here to save me?"

Her voice went from dry to choking, and gradually collapsed and cried. She didn't dare to lie on Amelia, but stood still, sobbing and covering her face, tears pouring down.

"Okay, stop crying." Amelia had a headache, so she found a handkerchief and handed it to her, asking her to wipe her tears.

Debra looked upset and asked directly, "Where is Rita?"

The red-haired girl was crying, and couldn't find the energy to answer the question. The black-haired girl answered for her: "At the church."

So the group rushed to the church again, and ran into Rita at the door, who was about to go out. There was another bitter cry and Amelia was almost surrounded by tears.

Rita was frightened, she clung to the girl's waist, choked up and said: "You are still alive, great, I thought you were dead."

Her strength was so great that Amelia suffered from a backache, and she squeezed her body into the pocket on the very edge.

The purse hung around his waist made a chuckle.

Deflated.

Amelia was shocked.

Where's the wizard?

Perhaps she was entertained by her surprised expression, and suddenly a faint chuckle came from her ear.

Amelia turned her face slightly, and saw a faint red light on her ear in the mirror on the side.

It's still there.Amelia breathed a sigh of relief first, and then became angry afterwards: When did she run out!Don't look at what this place is, the church, what if someone finds it out.

Being hugged tightly, she couldn't spare her hand to clean him up, so she winked at the mirror and tried to get him back quickly.

The voice laughed again: "No."

I don't know where the elf is standing, and the voice seems to be ringing in my ears, low, numb, and the pleasure/sensation of passing electric current, making people tremble all the way up the spine.

Amelia has a black face.

There was an inexplicable panic in the black face.

She couldn't bear the feeling, and quickly broke free from Rita's arms, and hurriedly walked in under the pretext of making a ritual of asking God.

Then secretly found a mirror.

Start to catch mosquitoes seriously.

It's really like a mosquito. She keeps mumbling around her ears, as if she likes to watch her shrinking ears, and is addicted to playing.

But she couldn't grasp it anyhow, and she jumped her feet with anger.

The elf smiled triumphantly.

"You wait for me." Amelia gritted her teeth. Seeing other people have been urging, she had to keep this state and went into the prayer room, preparing to ask the gods ceremony.

The so-called ritual of asking gods is actually just another name for identifying spells. It only costs a lot. Few people are willing to cast spells for civilians, and only the nobles use it.

The red-haired girl was moved to tears, and even her nervous state of mind was calmed a lot. She kept secretly looking at the girl standing in front of her, her eyes full of admiration and gratitude.

Rita curled her lips.

Just a little bit, if Amelia came a little later, it would be fine, and the two witches were burned to death, the bet was void, and Debra would be disappointed if he could not get the position of chief.

Rita likes to watch Debra unlucky.

As for the girl is innocent?She didn't care at all.

No one is important to keep Amelia's chief position.

In the expectation and gaze of the people with different looks, the ceremony of asking the gods went smoothly. The red-haired girl who was tested first had white to glowing circles under her feet, which proved that she was pure and innocent and not a witch.

A triumphant smile hung on the corner of Rita's lips.

The indoor atmosphere is loose.

The second person to be tested was the dark-haired girl who had been silent. She also escaped from the torture room. She was accompanied by the red-haired girl along the way. The two supported each other and survived many difficulties.

The dark-haired girl stood in the center of the circle.

The circle was activated, and the light flashed——

A black-red halo appeared around the girl.

The color was black to the extreme, and red to the extreme. Under the reflection of the circle, it was just a gloomy black-haired girl with an evil light on her profile.

"Bella?! What about you?" the red-haired girl cried out.

The black-haired girl named Bella smiled slowly.

Suddenly, a black book that was turning over appeared in her hands. The pages of the book turned extremely fast, scrolling endlessly like they would never turn, attracting everyone's attention.

In a casual glance, Amelia inadvertently saw three strange characters.

I haven't seen these three words for a long time, Amelia still thought about it seriously, until her eyes scanned the purse and she remembered the black skin of the elf, she suddenly remembered what these three words represent.

Dark god