"Bandell!"

The dream temple surrounded by green vines in the center seemed to be the only one with the ability to resist.

But they look very embarrassed now.

Marvin could feel that this special vine was constantly absorbing his vitality, but the process was very, very slow. With his legendary physique, it was probably possible to last for hundreds of years.

But what is more serious is the other forces attached to the climbing vines.

This feeling is like encountering mysterious singing in the suburbs of Holy Light City before.

It seemed as if a big lock locked their bodies invisibly, and it was difficult to move.

Of course, Marvin still has a way to get out, but the time is not right.

"Bandel? Why does this name sound a little familiar? The name of this lich is Bandel?"

Ma Wen held his breath and listened carefully to the conversation between the two sides.

Only the magician shouted:

"The Vines of Death will not kill me, and my true body will be resurrected in the temple; but your evil deeds here will be known by the great God of Dreams, and he will not forgive you."

"Now I hand over the Cold Light Grip to us, and it's still time to send us away!"

The lich sneered: "Of course I know you are immortal. But the resurrected you are not you now, right?"

"If I read it correctly, you have never died before. After you die once, you will truly become a puppet of the gods."

"Do you want to taste that kind of taste?"

The magician's face immediately became a little ugly.

He looked at the lich angrily: "Why can you open the Wilderness Hall and the Autumn Hunting Ground? Why do these Vines obey your command?"

The lich shrugged: "As an audience, you have too many problems."

"Look, the others are much more at peace than you. I said I am fair and will not look at you differently because you are the God of Dreams."

"Save it alone. My patience is limited, and the patience of a great mentor is even more limited..."

When talking about this, the climbing vines that were besieging the magicians and their group seemed to suddenly go crazy and attack frantically.

Countless sharp thorns shot out in a flash. Although the magician himself threw out several powerful magic tricks as defense, a temple warrior was caught off guard and was shot directly through his body!

That scene was terrible.

The legendary powerful men hung on the ceiling all took a breath.

They have never been more depressed than they are now.

This palace suppressed their legendary laws like the autumn hunting ground, and they fell into unprecedented struggles.

However, compared to the group of people fighting below, they were treated much better.

At least it was not directly sieve by those terrifying vines!

Marvin's face also became a little ugly.

He could feel the power of the lich.

His power seemed to be unaffected here and could still use the legendary laws freely.

And the Emerald Banshee looked the same.

What exactly are these green vines? The name of the Death Vine looks very ordinary. Does it have any mystery?

At this moment, the voice of the cold winter assassin sounded in his ears:

"The Viagra is a clone of the God of the Wild!"

"It is said that after the fall of the God of the Wilderness, there were still seeds of resurrection. These seeds were buried in these desperate vines."

"The reason why you are deprived of the legendary law is because the Vine of Death is accompanied by the power of the God of the Wild, and he has the authority of ancient laws, so you can easily erase the power of your realm. In essence, you are like being in a god's kingdom! Unless you have his permission, the legendary realm will basically be covered!"

Ma Wen understood instantly.

Although the God of the Wild has not been resurrected yet, these desperate vines, as his clone, seem to have some power.

This power is extremely high-level and has the same authority as the magical laws. It is difficult for legendary laws to exert effect under the suppression of such laws.

The Lich himself is not affected, and it is probably because the Viagra of Death has opened additional permissions to him!

"Damn it. He just mentioned the word "tutor"... Could this guy be the apprentice of the God of the Wilderness?"

Ma Wen suddenly remembered the adventurer team he joined before entering the snow-capped mountains. He heard them mention similar deeds to pass the test.

"I'm afraid yes."

The voice of the Assassin in the Winter also seemed a little solemn: "Your decision just now is right, and it may be difficult for us to get any benefits head-on."

"Damn the witch, once again, deceived me. She clearly said that the God of the Wild will not be resurrected."

"But look at the appearance of these desperation vines, the consciousness of the Wilderness God has begun to revive!"

Marvin's heart thumped straight.

This time, he felt that it was a bit unlucky.

The God of the Wild is a famous evil god since ancient times. If he is really resurrected, how many of these legends present can escape?

He silently asked the Assassin of the Winter to notify Isabel that if he had the chance, he could run away. It would be better to run away first.

He knew Isabel's unique talent. If it weren't for this talent, the Assassin of the Winter wouldn't have let her enter the wilderness hall.

There is very little space to control her.

...

"ah!"

The fierce battle below continued. However, the group of people in the Dream Temple seemed to be almost unable to hold on.

Under the continuous attack of these ferocious green vines, another temple warrior died in a desperate situation.

The magician's face turned green.

These are the elites of the Dream Temple in the Holy Light City, the real mainstay.

Not only did I not see the shadow of the cold light grip in this operation, I also encountered the clone of the God of the Wilderness. This is completely different from what the oracle says!

He tried to communicate with the gods he believed in, but he did not get any effect.

The lich's eyes made his heart chill.

He didn't want to die, he didn't want to die so cowardly at the hands of a bunch of vines.

So the next second, he gritted his teeth and shouted:

"Bandell!"

"I have an offer!"

The lich sneered: "Oh? Let's hear it?"

The magician took a deep breath: "You don't want to really offend the God of Dreams, do you?"

The lich replied indifferently: "Do you want me to let you go?"

"Dream Temple owe you a favor for this."

The magician looked at the two remaining temple warriors in front of him, and the equally embarrassed paladin Griffin, and showed a bitter smile:

"You won. We give up the Cold Light Gravity. As long as you let us go, the Dream Temple will not pursue you in any way."

The Lich's soul fire flashed a few times, and I don't know what I was thinking.

However, those Qingtengs' attacks did slow down.

"To be honest, I'm not afraid of offending the God of Dreams." As soon as the lich spoke, the magician's heart was cold. However, the next second, his tone suddenly changed:

"But do less or less things that offend God, right?"

"I can let you go safely."

"But one of you is the sacrifice that my mentor personally likes. Her flesh and blood are very tempting... She must stay!"

The magician was stunned for a moment: "She? Who?"

The lich pointed his hand and pointed at the sweaty paladin Griffin... the little girl behind it!

Griffin's face suddenly changed.

"That little girl. She's very different."

The lich laughed and said, "She has a considerable treasure. Although it is covered by the cursed aura, it cannot escape the smell of the god of the wilderness."

He raised his shriveled chin: "She must stay. You can take the rest."

The magician glanced at Griffin and decided without hesitation:

"make a deal!"

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ps: Compensation update 1/8
Chapter completed!