"But if you want to revive the elves, you must have compassion and patience." Brian glanced at her and said, "and this is exactly what you lack."

Ilsey Weili glared at Brian, and he chose to ignore it.

In his opinion, it was really only a matter of time for her to make powerful spellcasters like Slinxi, who wanted to complete the revival of the elves and allow the elves migrating to Yongju Island to return to Cormanso and rebuild Mis Zhuono, but the reality is that Slinxi has not made any progress until now.

Even when Ilseyvili landed onto Cormanso with the expeditionary force, she was like a hand-off manager, secretly throwing the Ruler's Blade to her, and she ignored it.

"Your summary is very thorough. Young Arcane, I am indeed not the kind of perfect person you are for."

Slinxi's smile seemed a little unnatural: "Because in some ways, I am a 'witch' or 'bitch' in some humans' mouths. Of course, in my own opinion, it is a coexistence of revenge and childlike innocence. You see, I think I am superior to some humans from beginning to end."

"You are," Brian responded, "After all, from cultists to Santalin, there has never been a shortage of bad people in this world."

Obviously, the fundamental reason why Silinxi has not completed the revival of the elves for a long time is that she is often busy helping the magic goddess solve the dangers that threaten world peace.

Of course, this has something to do with her strange personality.

"Bad guys? That's right. I often take away those of them with particularly ambitions and magical talents and enjoy it. However, I never use good words like "Heroes Who Save the World" to gild my behavior."

Ilsey Weili looked at Slinch with interest: "Oh? Then how do you usually do it?"

Slinxi shrugged her beautiful eyebrows and tried to pretend to be evil, everything was self-evident.

Ilsey Weili couldn't help laughing.

"You know, anyone who attempts to go to Tahadana with magic will lose their wisdom, that is, some spells, abilities and memories without finding the right way. For example, I can lure a guy with strong curiosity into a Tahadana where there are resentful souls, chaos beasts, devourers, Niceru and other creatures that steal memories or cause mental disorder."

Like a wise elder, Slinxi told the two of them all in a word: "Of course, if I encounter an enemy stronger than me, I might...give up the idea of ​​purifying them and make a little concession."

"And this proves that you are not stronger..." Ilsey Weili whispered in a tentative tone.

After saying that, her eyes stared at Slinxi with a little nervous look.

"That's right, you're right at all, the future crown prince of Cormanso."

For a moment, Brian felt that Slinch's voice was both low and cold.

She continued, "If I was killed by such an enemy, it would be no different from seeking death. So I would never make a joke about my life impulsively, nor would I harm myself, because if I want to protect the world, there are still many enemies to deal with, and I cannot be left out."

"Stay away the green mountains and don't worry about burning firewood, as long as there are guys like Larlock." Brian said: "There must be people like Ms. Slinch in this world."

"Yes, as long as there are guys like Laroke," Slinch repeated, then smiled at Brian and sighed: "Ah, I really forgot. I have never heard such wise words again since I left Ilminster of Mis Jono, and I salute you."

After saying that, she stretched out her slender little hand to Brian.

"I...ma., I can't afford it. You are serious and I can't deserve your respect." Brian, who knows how much he is, couldn't find a suitable word for a while.

When Slinchy's hand touched his wrist, Brian's body stiffened, her fingers were warm, filled with magical power, but also with a bone-broken chill.

He was so scared that he quickly shrank back.

"Do you know how to make an elf happy?" Slinxi smiled mischievously, squinting his eyes unconsciously, "That's just kissing the tip of his ear or licking his palms lightly. You look like you want to try, right?"

"I'm more interested in lichs." Brian immediately changed the sensitive topic, "but magic looks unreliable here."

"Magic is really unreliable here." Slinxi looked at Brian, chuckled twice, and showed a serious expression on his face, saying:

"Especially for the undead creatures, the magic that supports them has begun to weaken. Therefore, what you call "unworthy" is the nemesis of the Lichs, and if necessary, the nemesis of the Beno Lich."

Silinxi leaned forward, and sparks suddenly bloomed in the surrounding air, covering the white mist and silk threads around her.

"My plan is..." she said, the shield trembling around them, "not only defeating the lich, but also fooling Laroc to prevent him from knowing how he failed."

"What then?" Ilsey Weili asked.

"Then he thought the plan for Beno Lich would not work, and he would not continue to try it unless he came here in person. In short, we need those mysterious locks to gain a foothold, both now and in the future." Slinxi explained to him.

"What should you do if Larock realizes that you are a stumbling block and chases you here to destroy you?" Brian asked curiously.

Faced with this problem, Slinxi smiled: "He had tried it before. Unfortunately, I was gradually disappearing at that time, and was about to become a ghost that no one remembered. Then Goddess Mistala fell, and her spirit came here, sneaked into my lonely body, and restored me as before. Not only that, she made me more wise than ever. I was always proud and conceited, but she gave me strength, so Larock saw me now, and only chose to escape wisely."

Brian's expression moved: "Probably many mages who are too close to Goddess Mistera will say such things."

"You can see it."

As Slinxi smiled and nodded, the shields around him crackled and then turned black.

"It looks like the chat time is over, friends." She said with a slightly serious expression. "I believe that Larock was because he couldn't hear our conversation, so he was anxious and would definitely take us back to the battlefield again."

The petite elf waved his hand and the shield turned into a shiny translucent substance.

Brian saw the white mist on his head and the white ground under his feet, accompanied by the flashing of green vortexes, and the black lich appeared in their sight.

These lichs, who were tingling with scalp, had malicious smiles on their faces.

"Larlock's lich is more than I expected." Slinch's expression became serious: "Maybe we're all going to be done."

At this moment, a silver light flashed behind the dark wall composed of undead creatures.

"boom!"

Accompanied by the blast, the energy of the silver light burst out instantly rushed away groups of lichs, just like the firelight bursting in the deep darkness when firewood turned into ashes, drowning a large group of lichs in the sea of ​​fire.

Brian noticed that Xinbu's silk thread was burning with silver flames, and the silk thread turned black. The ghosts and howling lichs formed a human wall again and rushed over.

Just as the lich was about to take action, a silver light flashed somewhere next to it, blowing them apart.

The silk thread that once was a storm also emitted a twinkling silver light, which was gentler than Xinbu's violent flames, and perhaps it should be said to be weaker.

Soon, the thread turned black, and the remaining lichs gathered together again.

Although a large number of lichs were killed by Xinbu and Storm, their number was still nearly 100.

The group of lichs looked at the direction of Fengshang and Xinbu in fear at first. After confirming that there was no problem, they sneered and moved closer to try to launch a general attack.

"Okay, now we can only resist these lichs by ourselves." Silinxi's petite body was surrounded by blue and white flames, floating behind Brian and Ilseyville, "I still have one or two tricks to use..."
Chapter completed!