"Counselor Mage, you go! Blow through that pillar!" Mother Batana shouted to Vincent.

"Madam, that pillar is more than ten meters in diameter. I'm afraid I don't have the strength

to penetrate it." At such a time, Vincent naturally had to pretend that he didn't understand

anything. He didn't want to give away the fact that he had the ability to see through.

"Just follow orders, male!" Matron Batana pointed to the target. "That's decided."

The mother seemed to know the situation very well, and she must have known that inside this

stone column were stairs that led to the ground. But how did the squad get inside this pillar?

With this question in mind, Vincent slowly walked to the pillar, stood in front of all the dark

elves, and aimed his staff at the target he was going to attack and destroy.

The mage deliberately slowed the gathering of the power of his spell. He chanted the spell

slowly, causing the tip of the wand to sparkle with electric sparks. Vincent wants to send a

clear message to those still inside the pillar: "Get out of here, there is a terrible army behind

you! And my magic will soon reveal your whereabouts!"

The seven men must have seen Vincent's move and hurried down the stairs.

The magic energy of lightning was getting bigger and bigger, and the mage gathered the

lightning magic energy on multiple power staffs, but he did not send it. The whole cave

suddenly gathered a great pressure, and a stream of 罡风, centered on the mage, suddenly

blew out all around, pouring out the anger gathered by the constant pressure of the magic

energy. With the exception of a few Dark Elf nobles who remained unmoved by the sudden

gale, the warriors and mercenaries were all a little tossed about -- partly by the wind, partly

by fear of the power of magic.

"Lightning!! Vincent swung the wand forward vigorously, and the dazzling white light

immediately lit up the underground cave. At that moment, an artificial little sun appeared in

the place where the sun had never seen before, and every shadow could not be hidden. The

original thick beam of lightning was gathered into a ball of electric energy, and the power

became more pure and concentrated.

None of the dark elves were prepared for the sudden light. Having lived underground for so

long, they had forgotten what light was, and their eyes, accustomed to the dark, could not

bear to see anything so bright again. They cover their eyes and tear through their fingers in

pain -- this may be their only chance to shed tears in a lifetime. There were even a few dark

elves who could not bear the thrill and howled in pain.

Even the mercenaries, less sensitive to light and unable to adapt to the sudden change from

absolute darkness to blinding light, were now so white that they could close their eyes and

let their eyelids cover their fragile pupils that they still felt a noonday sun hanging before

them.

And this is exactly what the mage wants. His staff continued to shoot out the three lightning

bolts that had accumulated for a long time while no one could see, and struck three round

holes in the stone pillar arranged in the shape of "pints".

"Broken!!" "The mage banged his staff hard on the ground while Shouting the powerful

character. This is Vincent's way of hiding the fact that his lightning bolts have an explosive

effect. Shelley knew about this, but I don't think she told anyone about it. But if there was ever

going to be a battle with the Dark Elf family, the more secret weapons you had, the better.

Mistress Batana whispered in her heart a vicious curse on this foolish sorcerer. This male

reptile must have done it on purpose! He could not have known that the great Drow had

rejected the weak light of the sun, and that he had sent out the light on purpose! On the

other hand, Mother thought to herself, "This wizard is not a fool. He cannot have thought of

what will happen to him if he displeased me. So what is his purpose in doing this? It is! He's

trying to cover something up with this light."

When the mother opened her eyes and took a look at the situation despite the still stinging

pain, it was just the master's "broken!" "The word blurted out. Batana saw the mage smash

his staff into the ground with such force that it made a crater in the hard ground and sent up

a plume of dust. At that moment, the pillar responded to the word "broken", and indeed there

was an explosion, and the flying stones were suddenly lifted up in a deafening bang and

thrown high into the air. Under the influence of the 罡风 emanating from the Mage's body,

the stones did not hit the procession of dark elves, but fell one after another into the

underground river next door. The formerly calm water seemed to boil, and the stones dashed

it into a splash. As the smoke and dust slowly dispersed, the mage's 罡风 became calm. He

turned around and his calm voice rang out from the cave, which was still reverberating with

the roar of the explosion: "Dear Mistress, a passage has been blown out."

"Well done, male!" Although Mother Batana marveled at the sorcerer's abilities, such magical

control was not beyond her grasp. There are a few mages in the family who have been able

to penetrate this pillar, but it would be impossible to do so quickly and gracefully. For the first

time, she could not help looking closely at the staff the mage had just used to cast his spell.

"I've seen this staff before! The thought flashed through Matron Batana's mind. "Is this not

the staff of the old sorcerer Vizren? Yes, it can't be wrong! This is his mighty scepter." Batana

thought of the Academy of Magic that stood behind the old man, and began to wonder what

the sorcerer had come to the First House for. "Is he a spy sent by the mages? Some lowly

male who thinks he can climb back over us with some magic powers? No, it can't be! '

'Oomph! Not bad work!" The mother raised her chin and gave the master a roll of her eyes.

"Tarlyn, take the first team down and see what's going on!"

"Yes, Madam Tarlyn," she said. One thin dark elf quickly dropped his hands, which were still

rubbing his aching eyes, and drew the machete from his waist. She waved her hand back, and

a squadron of thirty trolls and goblins ran down the spiral building inside the pillars.

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These were absolutely cannon fodder -- Vincent watched the movement of the horde and

noticed that they were armed only with the simplest of stone sticks and that their armor was

nothing more than a thin piece of leather. Perhaps even the leader of the dark elves had no

position, he was merely a expendable object.

Then Batana waved her hand, and the elite Dark Elf squad and the wizard Vincent followed

carefully underground behind the cannon ash. Behind them, a handful of other "spare victims"

follow.

As the Master walked beside Shelley, his penetrating eye looked everywhere. The temple of

the ancient gods still held a great fascination for him as a mage, a lost history that was both

a devastating disaster and a time of great heroes. Any objects and records left over from that

era are powerful and mysterious.

After all, many, many skills and objects were lost during the war between the wizards and the

gods.

Along the way, the passage got wider and wider, but the ground got wetter underfoot. The

spiral staircase went down for about thirty metres, and a great hall opened up before them.

A simple hall without any decoration, including the floor and walls were empty. The master

did find a few spots on the walls, where the color was different from the rest of the walls,

presumably where something had once been hung -- such as frescoes or statues -- but had

since been cleaned.

The first group, which had stopped in the same hall, hesitated to move forward. For on the

wall in front of them were five gates of equal size.

At the top of each door was a different carving, and though many parts were cracked or

chipped with age, the hardy moss gave the statues a ridiculous green exterior. But the mage

can still see the meaning of the five statues. From right to left they are

The first was a naked left foot;

The second was the left hand holding a huge shield from which hung a stone eye;

The third was a head with a gaping mouth, and his right eye socket was empty;

The fourth was a right hand holding a great machete;

And the last was a right foot in a steel boot.

Matron Batana's mouth muttered, "To pass the last step of devotion..." Her voice was soft, but

Vincent could hear her crooning.

'Vincent, be careful. This place is called the Temple of the Stumps.' Valentine's voice came

from Vincent's ear. He secretly drilled out of the pure gold arm, although the mage is now

stimulated by the ghost of the cold trembling all over the body, just into Vincent's dark elf

robe, lying on his shoulder to talk.

Vincent lowers his voice, and from between his lips comes a small voice: "Valentine, tell me

more about the situation here."

"Oh, let me make it simple. They're a sect that's very close to the old Grand Arcane Society,

and they're looking for a way to become gods in their own right, but they're doing it by

abandoning their bodies in order to get to the spiritual level -- crazy, isn't it? They cut off

their hands and feet and replace their organs in order to be more pure. Pure until they finally

replace their heads."

"So Valentine, just now I heard Batana say, 'Through the last devotion... ', then should we go

through the middle door? My eyesight cannot see that far into the depths to know which

passage is the right one."

"Neither do I, but there is one thing that should interest you. Your golden arm, this' left hand,

'was originally made by the ArchArmists for the members of the Temple of the Extremities, to

make up for their lack of fighting power."

Vincent frowned, thinking about Valentine's words. Although the Golden Arm comes from

this sect, one may find relevant records in it, but the more important and realistic problem is

that if the right path is not found, all wishes are just empty talk.

"The last offering..." ", Vincent pondered the meaning of that phrase as well. He could not ask

his mother how to move forward now, because he saw that her mother was also deep in

thought, and I guess she had no idea. One of the important messages in Valentine's words

just now is that the ultimate goal of the Amputees is to cut off their own heads and be free

from the bondage of the body. But is the head the right answer?

Vincent looked at the five statues on the wall and wondered which one would achieve the

goal of "final devotion." He runs his eyes over them several times and smiles.

"It must be the right hand that holds the knife, and only with this hand can the flesh be finally

abandoned. Without the knife, nothing can be 'given'." The Master's mind had already

decided what to do next. No matter what, he had to enter the door of the right hand.

"Dear Mistress, which door shall we go through?" "Tarun said, his voice trembling, as he

hunched over to Batana.

Already looking a little impatient, the female Drow kicked him to the ground, "useless male!

My orders were for you to explore the road ahead, and now you ask me? It seems that you

wish to become a spider-like spirit, and be tormented with pain forever! Huh?"

Under the anger of the master mother, Tarun scrambled up from the ground, and even the

dust on his body did not have time to beat off, and hurriedly divided the leading team into

five parts and walked into the five gates respectively.

As the minutes ticked by, it was easy to feel impatient and uneasy about the wait. From some

of the passageways came a faint wail, a sound that seemed to come through the thick rocks

of the bottomless hell, most muffled, but one could hear their deep pain even if one covered

one's ears. The muscles of Matron Batana's face trembled unnaturally, and she knew in her heart that the

first sacrifices had been made. It was only to be hoped that these sacrifices would yield the

necessary information.

After a while, out of the passageway of the statue of the right hand came a gnome, panting

and sweating, as if someone had been driving after it. The gnome was unable to utter a

complete sentence, and all the air that came out of its throat was just "wheezing."

The gnome did, however, point his finger vigorously towards the passage behind him, and

then make a movement towards it, as his mistress watched.

'Come with me! "Batana sipped, and led the party into the" right hand aisle."

Vincent, with a smile in his heart, mingled with the dark elves and marched on.