webnovelfull Chapter 491: Alduin Missed Something
Chapter 491: Alduin Missed Something
The Seventh Knight's struggle was in vain.
In less than a quarter of an hour, the divine power in his body - or to be more precise, the divine power in his armor - was completely absorbed.
This rich and pure divine power eventually became a tonic for the white giant tiger.
Having lost control of his main consciousness, Qiongqi, with only his subconscious mind left, quickly shrank his body and turned back into Alvin's appearance.
At this moment, there was not a single intact part of Ivan's body.
His left hand was broken in the previous confrontation and was hanging down to the side of his body;
The Achilles tendons of both feet were severed.
The right eye socket was completely dark.
At this time, Alvin looked around and finally found his target.
He dragged his broken body into the air, and several balls of bright white light shot out from his hands, accurately hitting several people who fell unconscious to the ground.
Then he quickly flew to the edge of the forest and floated above Xiling.
"Brother-in-law..."
Looking at Ivan covered in blood, Lian felt her eyes getting hot.
She really wanted to rush forward and hug this perverted brother-in-law tightly.
But she couldn't do this... She couldn't do this anymore...
Immediately afterwards, an even brighter ball of light shot out and evenly spread over the unconscious Xiling.
Then the second, the third...
After an unknown amount of time, Ivan, who was no longer able to cast spells, lost all the strength in his body.
He slammed heavily next to the forest, bumped into some gravel a few times, and then closed his eyes.
"Brother-in-law!"
Lian couldn't hold back any longer.
She rushed to Ivan in panic, trying hard to squeeze out a healing spell.
Labelas glanced at the short half-elf, then turned his attention back to Xiling.
He withdrew the divine power used to pause Xiling's time and raised his eyebrows slightly.
Looking up at Angris, Labelas moved his lips and said something.
"This half-elf has been rescued..."
At the edge of the forest, fifty human cavalrymen were still making their last stand.
The death of the Seventh Knight caused a great deal of noise, which had a certain impact on the fighting spirit of these cavalrymen.
But now all the high-end combat forces of the Elf Courtyard have exhausted their energy.
As long as they kill the Ghis people in front of them, this remaining vanguard army can still find a way to break out.
A centurion blocked the silver sword of the Gis man and smashed his opponent's arm with a hammer.
He immediately turned around, intending to use the advantage of his mount to escape towards the Miral River.
But at this moment, a ball of ice larger than his upper body shot out from the depths of the jungle and smashed the fleeing centurion to the ground.
A savage roaring female voice was heard, and Hejia, holding her wheel axe in both hands, split the centurion in half, including his horse.
Then, more Frost Giants took up their weapons and began brandishing their knives at the last human cavalry.
A slow and somewhat unserious voice reached everyone's ears.
"What are you doing!
We were moving so fast, and we still missed it?"
……
On the west side of the Elf Courtyard, which was originally the living area of the Moon Elves, is now stationed with the troops of the Gith and the Frost Giants.
The two races, which have a big difference in body size, communicate very frequently when they are together.
After all, both of them will use their own racial talents to cultivate their own weapons.
Their leaders, the psionic master Vulkan and the frost giant ancestor Alduin, were scratching their heads in the hall under the tower.
"It has been three days since the last attack by the Seventh Knight. According to Angris's reconnaissance, the enemy has no plans to launch a new round of attack yet...
There should be a period of peace in the Elven Courtyard."
Silver-haired Labelas sat in front of the stone table. Although the results of his analysis were not too bad, there was no smile on the face of the old elf.
“Those damn knights…we almost lost half of our men in the last battle!
Larrel, how is the recovery of the wounded..."
Although Nordman had just come to the Elf Courtyard, she was even more indignant than Lovita next to her.
As a priest of the Temple of Tyr, he naturally had to obey the orders of Lord Patriarch Nordman.
Larrel stood up and looked at everyone at the table with a somewhat sad expression.
“Most of the injured druids and Gis people have recovered under the new magic of the elven god.
Thank the gods, your magic can regenerate severed limbs, which is indeed more powerful than our magic.
Then there was Lord Xiuman and his maid, who had already woken up yesterday;
I'm already in the room... uh... I've been in the room all day...
Miss Xiling also woke up yesterday and has been taking care of Ivan with her sister.
As for Ivan..."
Larrel didn't say anything else, but the sighs from around the table said it all.
"This bastard, isn't it said that the more perverted one's mind is, the better off one is?
Why aren't you awake yet?"
Alduin shrunk his body size, and his open-collared armor turned into a formal suit with a floral stand-up collar, which looked a bit out of place with his Viking beard.
"By the way, where's the skeleton?"
"Ah, are you talking about His Highness Rillifane? We have collected his remains and are now placing them below the hall..."
"Aha! This old undead skeleton monster has finally returned to the underground."
Alduin slammed the table.
This gloating look immediately caused Larrel's displeasure.
The simple-minded priest Tyr looked at Alduin angrily, making the latter feel inexplicably embarrassed.
"Lord Alduin!
Lord Rillifane was your friend after all. How come you didn't feel any sadness after his death?
Still—still making fun of him!”
Alduin, who was scolded by a mid-level priest, smiled awkwardly and touched his beard.
“Uh… little girl, Rillifane is a skeleton that can cast spells, right?
What's that called? Lich, right?
Have you ever seen a lich die without its head?
Their souls are in the phylactery...
Who knows, tomorrow he might put a new head on his neck and come running in front of you—"
"No need for tomorrow!"
An angry voice appeared at the door of the hall, pulling the bellows.
Everyone at the long table looked over.
The silver-haired Labelas took a breath of cold air, and Angelis, who was picking her nails out of boredom, stood up directly.
"R-Rillifane?"
Angris made a sound of disbelief.
Following her gaze, a high elf with a slender body and handsome appearance appeared in everyone's sight.
“What are you doing!
It's only been ten thousand years since we last met, so you don't recognize my face?
Angris... ahem, Hanali, you go back first, let Shahani come out and talk...
Hey, hey! Don't come over here!
I'm warning you, I'm very fragile now!"