Vincent hid far behind the group, out of reach of possible attack. Although he is an advisor

to the Dark Elf family, he has not sold his life to them, so it is better not to show up in such a

dangerous place. Besides, didn't Shelley stay at the back of the line, right next to him?

Ever since the Master had escaped from the underground seal room that day, Shelley had

shown a growing affinity with Vincent. If the Stone-legged Dwarf hadn't explained the story

of the female dark elf, Vincent would have felt uncomfortable -- because when Zena walked

beside him on the road, Vincent felt goosebumps all over his body.

If it were up to Vincent, Zeena is definitely a sexier and more seductive woman, standing,

walking, and when she's angry, as if she's seducing everyone around her at the same time.

This ability to mesmerize is not magic, but a skill that has been developed over time.

Shelley, on the other hand, was "clumsy." Not because of her martial arts skills, not because

of her ability to pretend, but because she always made Vincent want to laugh when she

wanted to show her sex appeal. Shelley worked hard to be like her sister, trying to slowly

infect and influence the Master with a smile, but her "training" was clearly out of touch. This

deficiency may be due to the fact that she does not normally do these things, or it may be

due to her half-heavenly heritage.

But even though Shelley was doing a burlesque play, Vincent liked it better. Though she

appeared silly, she was not a well-packaged poison like her sister.

Zeena looked into the mage's eyes now and felt that something was missing, not the deep,

commanding, all-embracing spirit she had had in the recent past. In addition to feeling a

slight sense of loss, she could not help but feel the misunderstanding and anger in her heart.

"This low man! He must have cast a spell on me in the audience room! How dare he use

bewitching magic against me! How dare a lowly reptile!"

'Zeena! This is your moment to be tested. You go and find a way to destroy these statues. '

Zeena's thoughts were interrupted by a sudden reprimand from her mother. She looked up

and saw a hint of contempt in her mother's eyes, a kind of derision.

"Did she see me just now when I was looking for a teacher? Or has some bad news reached

her? ' She thought as she pulled out her Hydra whip, cast a few blessing spells on herself, and

walked slowly toward the statues. "Damned lowly reptile, you have made a fool of me in front

of my mother! How dare you set a stumbling block in my way of being Mistress! And thou

damned old woman, thou hast lived long enough, and thy foul-skin shall show itself, and slide

down from the throne of Matriarch in a puddle of pus! I, and I alone, can make the house

stronger!"

She cursed the sorcerer and her mother viciously as she swung the serpent's whip at the

statues. The nine snake heads on the whip seemed to have a life of their own, twisting and

attacking each other, nimbly avoiding the blade and successfully hitting the part of the statue

that connected to the ground.

Vincent looked at the sacrificial woman who ran amok in the sculpture group. She did not

even try to avoid the possible attack! In addition to the dark elf armor she was wearing, her

body should have been protected by many magical techniques. Neither the swords that

danced nor the golem's feet that stormed at her could really touch the Drow's body: they

were blocked halfway by an invisible barrier, and the best they could do was splash a brilliant

light.

Vincent looked at the situation and began to think about how to get through here. Since the

Master did not see the procession with the little angel along the way, it means that they have

gone further and deeper. The fact that the party was able to successfully enter the spiral

passage inside the stone column means that they have an unparalleled intelligence advantage:

even the mother can only choose to use violent destruction to get in. Perhaps the mutiny that

Batana spoke of the escape Kobold once fell into the hands of this team.

In that case, there must be a place to break into this statue room. Vincent did not believe that

another group of pioneers would be able to get through without difficulty. After all, they

would not be stronger than the Dark Elves in front of them. If they fought hard, they would

not be able to get through unscathed.

There was only one way to get through, short of a show of strength. "Giving body"? Vincent

thought of the severed arms and legs outside, and his blood ran cold. But at the same time,

he denied himself the idea. Unless it's something like a centipede, where does a normal

human get so many limbs to chop off? Besides, people in the Temple of Amputated limbs

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can't go in and out all their lives. Do they cut off an organ every time they go in and out?

Unless the sect consisted entirely of regenerating trolls, they would have long since wiped

themselves out because of the high cost of access.

In that case, there is only one plausible explanation, they were going to contribute their bodies,

but not the vital and non-renewable parts. Vincent immediately thought of the hair, which

would be a good thing to contribute. But then another question arose: where to contribute?

Looking at the flaming heads and madly attacking limbs in the field, Vincent's eyes catch a

glimpse of silent body statues. Thinking back over the course of the battle, he realized that

the statue of the body had never attacked. It had always remained in an unobtrusive corner,

while the limbs and head had attracted the attention of all attackers.

The most important thing is that the body is the only container in which anything seems to

fit.

The mage took Shelley aside and whispered in her ear, "Put a hair into that figurine and it

should go right through."

Shelley looked up at Vincent, blinking and angry, and said, "How dare you command a dark

fairy woman to complete a task!" But the next moment, she suddenly changed into a

mischievous expression, "Remember, you asked me to do a dangerous thing. Next time I

come to you, don't refuse!"

"Wait, Shelley, don't try to attack the statues as you move forward. I think that way the statues

or something won't attack you." Vincent added.

Without another word, Shelley walked directly over to the figure. Her posture was deliberate

and steady. The crowd looked at the dark elf in disbelief, wondering what she was trying to

do. Shelley did not even take out a weapon from her waist on a battlefield that could be called

a mercenary meat grinder.

But for such a "defenceless" female Drow, no attack was ever inflicted on her. Even when the

machete passed over her ears and the wind whistled, she did not move, and kept on walking.

In Shelley's mind, she took a gamble to see if the mage was on her side, if he was deceiving

her.

Fortunately, Vincent's assumptions were correct, and the Drow made it to the front of the

statue. She reached up, plucked a few strands from her long silver hair, and laid them on the

statue.

At this moment, the chest cavity of the statue suddenly opened, and out of it protruded

something like a tray. Shelley looked in amazement at the bundles of black hair already on

the tray and naturally shifted her position, shielding her body from the view of the dark elves

behind her, and placed her bundle of silver strands on it. Then with a flick of her pinky, the

black hair that had been on top flew away in the wind and was hidden away in an unnoticed

corner of the room.

The tray was swept back with a bang, and the statue's chest closed. One of the walls of the

room creaked like the grinding of gears and levers that had not moved for hundreds of

thousands of years. The slaying of the statue's limbs and head slowly stopped, and the wall

opened into a passageway.

"Mistress, it is clear to pass! Shelley bowed to Batana and made a "please" sign. At this

moment, she seemed to be inviting in some guests as if she were the owner of the temple.

She was relaxed and generous.

Zeina slowly retreats her weapon without looking up. From an outsider's point of view, though,

she looks humble. But Vincent's penetrating eye can catch the hatred and malice in Zeena's

eyes. The two glances, one directed at the Master, the other at Shelley, his sister.

"Counselor, this was your idea," he said. Batana turned and saw Vincent crouching in the back

of the line. "Did you come up with this idea?"

Vincent disguised himself as a well-behaved child at this time and nodded to the powerful

female drow: "Yes, your honor, Madam, I came up with it. I just figured out the meaning of

what the statue was saying."

'You'd better use your brain faster next time! Sharper mouth, too!" Mistress Batana shouted,

"The Dark Elves have no need of useless people! Mages!"

Vincent nodded, but the remark fell on deaf ears. But Zeena's body shook uncontrollably

twice.

The Dark Elves' army was now reduced to the best troops, and the mercenaries had been

slaughtered almost entirely. The ground was stained with blood; And the bodies, mutilated

and dismembered, were everywhere. The dark elves used their floatation technique to glide

over the filth below and make their way to the opposite passage.

Vincent unexpectedly did not fly. He went to the center of the field, and while the statues

were still standing, he found a piece of debris among the bodies. He carefully put the piece

into his pocket.

"The golem that can repair itself is an amazing discovery. Look into it. ' With this in mind, the

Master followed the steps of the First family.