Chapter 672

The temporary performance of crows has to be very realistic, but in fact, the loopholes in the speech are very obvious.

Who is he? Why was it attacked? Why don't you go to the guard for help and run to the entrance of the basement?

Any guard who has a little more time to think will immediately have doubts about the crow.

The santalin assassin was gambling completely. He didn't stop here on purpose, and didn't even know about the assassination in the banquet hall. So that he could be killed by his own close attack while he was still in doubt.

As the distance between the crow and packnonda was reduced to within two meters, the panic on the assassin's face faded a little, and he seemed to find a reassuring support. At this time, he seemed to be unable to support at last. He stumbled forward at his feet, instinctively raised his right hand and pressed it towards the shoulder of the woman.

He unconsciously stepped forward and reached for him.

The assassin's eyes showed a trace of ridicule, and the cuff of the right hand which was falsely placed on the woman's arm suddenly flashed a black awn. A dark sleeve sword protruded from the cuff of the mage's robe like a viper and stabbed into the left chest of packnonda like lightning.

"Poof!" The black sword stabbed into the woman's heart without any delay, but the strange touch on the tip of the sword seemed to stab into a hollow body without flesh and blood. The crow suddenly raised his head in surprise, just in time to look at packnonda's expressionless indifference.

"What is the whole plan of your escape?"

In the eyes of these indifferent pupils, the assassin only felt that all the secrets in his heart were clearly seen, and he could not help but fight a cold war secretly.

"Ah!" With a roar, the crow clapped her empty left hand on the belly of packnonda, flew her far away, and then went into the underpass without stopping.

"How heavy! Is that the strength of the world's strong? " He felt that this force was pouring into his whole body, crashing and destroying everywhere, almost bursting his puppet body.

"Pa!" There were several cracks on his face, like a porcelain doll that had been broken by someone.

"No wonder that guy gave me light and shade to bury, but didn't ask me to stop the assassins, but only read about their escape plan through physical contact." Pinota was a little depressed.

Although her current strength is more than one level different from that of Hunter world, she can see that even the former one is not her opponent.

From the beginning of the physical contact between the two, the only action she had planned for a long time was that sentence, and then the action she wanted to fight back was generally stopped by the assassin's conditioned reflex. She was paralyzed by that stroke, and even the strength to pull the trigger disappeared.

In packnonda's impression, perhaps among the companions of the mirage group, only a few of them, such as wokin, finks and flaccid LEV, who are proficient in fighting skills and have high strength attribute, can do this.

However, to pakonoda's surprise, the man was clearly not a warrior of strength, but an assassin of agility.

"Did he escape into the basement?" Just a few seconds later, the paralysis on packnonda's body had just subsided, and a hurricane wrapped a vague figure and galloped from the end of the promenade. When people arrived in the future, a majestic and solemn female voice came to the ears of the beautiful women in the brigade.

"Bang!" Pinota raised the praise of the angel in her right hand and pulled the trigger with difficulty.

"I I ~ ~" with a flash of light from the muzzle of the gun, a unicorn with holy light hisses and heads up to storm queen.

"I'm Alan of agolaron!" The figure wrapped in the hurricane seemed to be startled, turning away from the unicorn's phantom, but did not attack pinoda.

She thought that after packnonda was seriously injured, she was confused. As alastro's sister, the features of Queen Stormwind are well recognized in the eyes of the guards of all the supreme palaces, so she never reported to her family before.

To the surprise of the storm queen, the phantom of the unicorn suddenly stepped forward behind her, and turned around with a side attack. This time, the queen could not avoid the storm completely. After all, the unicorn phantom was so large and close that her body was wiped to some extent.

The phantom of unicorn is shattered on the magic shield opened on the body surface of Queen storm, and the magic elements reflect brilliant brilliance in the air like glass fragments.

Most of the unicorn's elemental fragments have dissipated, but there is also a trace of light and shadow that strangely integrates into the storm Queen's magic shield, and is directly reflected in the sea of consciousness of ellaslan through the shield.

The queen of storm frowned slightly. Of course, she could see that the unicorn phantom formed by the magic bullet was controlled by the seriously injured woman in front of her. This proves that she is conscious and should know her real identity.

"You..." As soon as she wanted to open her mouth, there were some fragmented memories in her mind, which belonged to crows.

The eyes of Queen Stormwind are shining. Through these broken memory fragments, she instantly mastered the general contents of the assassination plan of santalin society. More importantly, she knew the two transmission arrays arranged by assassins in the interior of the supreme palace."Have a good rest!" The queen of the storm took a deep look at packnonda, who was sitting in the corner of the wall, and without hesitation, she slipped into the underpass.

At the same time, she raised her hand in front of her chest and quickly rowed, a series of mysterious magic words in the air. When she finished her last stroke, she raised her hand, and the magic characters turned into several lights and disappeared into the night sky in several directions.

Within ten seconds of the Queen's departure, a vigorous Panther appeared quietly at the end of the corridor.

"Son, don't shoot. We have received the magic light from Ella Sheeran and we have learned the situation." Seeing pinota holding up his black and white double guns tremblingly, the black leopard's eyes flashed a light, spewed and stood up, becoming an old Druid in a feather suit.

"Don't worry, sander Warhammer has rushed to another transmission array, and santalin will make those despicable mice unable to escape from the supreme palace!" Egalanod crouched down beside packnonda with a smile, glanced over the wound on the woman's left chest, and frowned tightly. "You are in a very serious condition..."

"Eh, you are..." There was a soft green light on the palm of the great Druid's hand. When he put the palm on the chest of packnonda, his eyes widened in surprise, and a trace of solemnity appeared on his face. "Who is your master?"

"My master is filar moonlight, the prince of elves!" "I have a mind reading ability, he let me stay here, intercept the assassins who may pass through here!"

There is no apostolic mark on pakenoda. Although she can use Qin Lun's power to build her body, she is essentially a puppet object, which is different from the living.

"The prince of the spirit of theopia?" Garland Nord frowned. As soon as he touched the woman's body, he immediately found that pakonoda was not a living man, but a sort of alchemy puppet.

"Master, I have finished my duty, so I will leave first!" Pinota pressed the wound, bowed and hobbled into the corridor.

"Puppet figures with self-consciousness It's supposed to be from King Anke! " The light in the eyes of the great Druid was shining, and he saw packnonda disappear at the end of the corridor, then he lowered his head and fell into meditation.

Garland Nord is an Elf Druid, who is nearly 500 years old. Compared with his strong fighting strength, he has profound knowledge and knowledge. In his understanding, it is difficult for puppet figures to form such a high level of wisdom unless they have experienced a very long time.

There are few such things in felon nowadays, most of them are born in the age of arcane law when nathar scroll was born, and most of them are made by Elven alchemists. Only they have enough knowledge and skills to make such exquisite and complex alchemist figures.

The great Druid soon filled his own brain with information about the existence of packnonda. He thought that this thing must have been given to Qin Lun by King Anke, the king of elves would send this kind of precious puppet, which naturally showed that he attached great importance to this Elven inheritance prince.

Since the Elven King valued Qin Lun so much, every move of the silver haired Elves might be inspired by the Elven king.

Although the great sage of Lenny confirmed that Qin Lun was on the way to rescue elisting, she temporarily supported the silver moon alliance. But maybe the Elven king talked about the silver moon alliance with him before, and showed his intention of the alliance. So the Elven prince would take the risk and come all the way to help alastraus.

In fact, the future star moon alliance can be established quickly, and tonight's event plays a crucial role. And the appearance of packnonda inadvertently let the senior members of the silver moon alliance think that King Anke had an alliance intention, so Qin Lun would spare no effort to help.

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"Stop running, you can't escape!" Said Martha coldly.

At this time, in another garden of the supreme palace, the highland elves stood in four corners with elistin, idriya and Rand, and surrounded them with assassins dressed as a black robed mage and two waiters. While Lenny and Linda are suspended in the air, hill is at the end of the crowd.

At the time of the assassin's assassination, they reacted quickly. Although they could not stop the assassin who came out of the broken window because of the distance, the necromancer who escaped through the banquet hall gate was caught up by them.

The other two waiters are estimated to be followers of the necromancer. Seeing his master surrounded, they have to expose their identity and help him cope with the pursuit together.

"Well, I don't think so!" The necromancer raised his head and showed a pale face. The hoarse laughter was like the cry of the owl, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

He reached into his arms, touched two pale gold skeletons, and threw them into the air. The skeleton looks like a human skeleton that has shrunk countless times. After being thrown into the air, it grows up in the wind. When it lands, it has become two golden skeletons of the size of ordinary people.