The medical miracle of saving lives and helping the wounded requires her to pass divine power to the subject. The Pope has had a holy practice of rebirthing the broken limbs with just eyes, but Maya cannot do it. Physical contact is necessary for her. After being awakened by the unpleasant burnt smell, the nun stood up with the wall after several attempts. She moved her lower limbs slightly to check the wounds. She finally had no fractures when leaning against the armor. Although her body was not seriously injured, her head hurts a lot. She imitated human women to keep her long shawls, and her heavy helmet became a great enemy of beauty and was abandoned.

The price was very heavy. Maya reached out to touch the wound on the back of her head. The warm touch from her fingertips scared her quickly stretched her hand to her face, and the blood dyed her black palms red. However, she did not dare to treat her. In order to save her fallen mother and Klaus, the nun must always be awake.

Dark elf women are proud of fighting to be the priest of the queen of the spider. The mistresses of all major families are controlled by the queen of the gods. Only those who fail to compete will engage in irrelevant professions such as warriors. Under Rose's deliberate arrangement, there are very few women born with magical bloodlines. Maya, born in this environment, knows nothing about magic. But if the mage Emily is stiff like a statue, and the enemy is free to perform, it seems like she will lose no matter how you look at it.

Although she had no fracture, she twisted her feet during the wall, and the defeat of her mother made it impossible for mediocrity to fight. Maya tried to concentrate her divine power on her right hand and generate a golden light hammer. She moved two steps to the right to avoid Emily. Her injured ankle hurt so much that she was sweating coldly. Once she lost her concentration, the light hammer disappeared, so Maya had to pray again.

The magic battle just now blew out the torches used for lighting in the corridor, making the divine hammer that Maya tried hard to summon it into the only source of light. The witch crossed the immobile Emily and wanted to use the same trick again on Maya.

"Ding." The ancient language blurted out, and Kyrandil was too lazy to lift his hands. He didn't take the human wizard seriously, let alone the traitor.

Maya is still able to move, she is protected by the Mother of the Earth, she is a mutant elves driven into the ground, and her magic resistance is inherent.

"Terra, protect your faithful servant!"

The illusory warhammer flew towards Kyrandil, and the elf wizard was so arrogant that he disdained to dodge. On the contrary, he stood firm and opened his arms to show off to Maya, so rampant.

The golden light exploded, and in that short moment, the brightness even exceeded that of the newborn sun. Maya turned her head in time, and the other companions could not even move their mouths, so the scream must have been made by the male witch.

Win? Maya moved her hand away and just had time to see the skeleton with her teeth and claws pounced on her from behind the witch who covered her face. There were five skeleton racks that could walk, which formed an overwhelming advantage over Maya. This was not a fair battle from beginning to end. The nun raised her shield and knew that her three-legged cat fighting skills could not deal with the armed skeletons. So Maya showed off the statue of the Earth Mother hanging around her neck. If it were normal, even the demon would have to retreat.

Emily had said that these skeletons were golems before, but she didn't listen carefully. The skeleton soldiers surrounding the nun did not use sharp weapons. They waved the heavy shield made of metal and beat Maya to the ground.

"Don't hurt her, I'm useful." Kyrandil commanded next to him. Maya raised her head hard and saw her battle results. Half of the witch's face disappeared. The wound caused by the divine hammer cut off part of the skull, melting half of the brain into liquid, and becoming a sticky object dripping on her cheeks. But he could still speak, his tone was stable, and he didn't look like a fatal wounded person at all.

Why didn't he die?! Maya wished she could bite her teeth. The skeleton soldier dragged her from the ground and held her arm.

The witch, who had half a headless head, walked forward, reached out and raised Maya's chin, and forced her to look at her. The nun slept in the wild for many days without any extra saliva, and Kerandil's face was glaring at the witch, and her ruby-like eyes flashed with a ray of fire.

"I've never tried mother and daughter together... Maybe today is an exception." Even now, his brain was flowing out, and a few drops had already slid onto his neck. Just looking at this scene can make ordinary people vomit continuously. Maya endured the nausea and did not add a sense of accomplishment to the enemy.

The believers of Terra cannot give up their lives easily, otherwise Maya will bite her tongue and commit suicide on the spot to escape the subsequent humiliation.

He is not an elf at all, Kyrandil is the concrete existence of this ruin of death. In front of the nun, the wizard's face was restored bit by bit, and the atrophic brain bulged again, becoming full of luster and elasticity, followed by bones, followed by muscles and skin, like white paint brushed on the wall...

Maya really vomited, which made Kairandir laugh. He waved his hand to signal the skeleton to take away the spoils.

"You know I can't." The voice was a little familiar, and she couldn't remember where she had heard it.

"You can do it, think about this child!" It was a woman talking, and no one would call a hundred-year-old girl a child except her mother. She is indeed a girl, but by human standards, she is older than the emperor's surviving great-grandmother.

So Lyon doesn't like me because I'm too old? The girl turned over and accidentally pressed her arms, and she burst into tears. Tarrell held Christina against the head of the bed, and the girl's tears made her eyes turn red. Facing the two tearful women, the Roman general seemed to suddenly find something interesting outside the door. Flavius ​​exited the bedroom and couldn't bear to see Christina's painful appearance.

There were only three people left in the room, Christina, Tarrell, and a blond-haired and golden-eyed male elf.

She must be about to die, otherwise why did she see Kyrandil, the evil man who imprisoned her here again. The elf wizard stood at the foot of the bed, just in a corner that the sun could not reach. But judging from his extremely unnatural expression, Kyrandil was avoiding Christina's glare.

"You..." The elf wiped away the tears shed from the sentimental and pain. She would never show any weakness in front of the enemy. If she hadn't had her legs hurt so much that she was almost unconscious, she really wanted to jump out of bed and find a sword.

There were many Roman soldiers outside, and the elves believed that she could get weapons.

"Don't do this, Miss Christina, I have no malice." Kyrandil spread his hands and pointed at the ceiling again. The elf felt that he wanted to point to the sky.

"The person outside is not me." Kyrandil folded his chest with his hands, frowned, and paced back and forth four times before he could think of a word.

"That was just a side effect after the spell failed. A lich who refused to die thought he was carrying the resentment of hundreds of thousands of undead in the Rising Sun City, and was determined to avenge the Eternal Forest."

I guess Kyrandil has removed the professional vocabulary involving magic, but there are still too many contents Christina can't understand, such as what is "Forest of Eternity". Seeing the elves' face discomfort, Kyrandil sighed and sat down beside the bed.
Chapter completed!