Chapter 91: Demon Morriga, the Fallen Saint.
The Goblin General did not answer and left, leaving Morris with only the familiar yet unfamiliar back.
"I told you to stop, didn't you hear me?!" Morris roared and tried to chase after him.
However, just as he was about to take a step, the ground suddenly shook violently.
Countless vines emerged from the ground and entwined together like giant snakes, forming a solid barrier that blocked Morris's way.
"Crench!"
At the same time, there was a sound of hurried footsteps nearby.
Goblins emerged from the darkness one after another, holding weapons and making sharp cries, and surrounded Morris.
"I don't have time to play with you guys right now"
Morris's face darkened and he drew out the long sword behind him. The sword flashed with cold light and a strong murderous intent emanated from him.
At this moment, the reminder tone of the Voice of the World rang in his ears:
[Detection: When facing enemy goblins, your unique skill "Goblin Slayer" is activated]
[Your hatred for Goblins is beyond imagination, and your Goblin Special Attack is increased by 200%]
As the prompt sounded, the magic power in Morris instantly boiled over.
“I’m in a bad mood today”
Morris slowly raised his eyes, his eyes were red, like a mad beast.
"So, I can't treat you so 'gently' anymore!"
He roared, and rushed out of the circle of vines like a flash of lightning and rushed into the pile of goblins.
"Crench!"
As soon as the goblins discovered Morris's trace, they raised their weapons and wanted to fight back.
However, in the face of Morris's terrifying power, their resistance seemed so pale and powerless.
There was a flash of sword light, and the goblins fell in a pool of blood.
Morris rushed into the goblin pile like an angry lion, leaving rivers of blood and corpses everywhere he passed.
There was only killing and anger in his eyes, he wanted to wipe out all these goblins!
The night was dark.
A crescent moon hangs in the sky, casting a faint silver glow.
In the quiet night, Morika was wearing a black tights, with a graceful figure and a cunning light flashing in her eyes.
“Ah, ah!”
Morika touched her head, looking painful.
"I never thought that this Goblin General here is so strong that he killed my parallel individual."
It took me a day's rest to recover.
“But it’s not a big problem.”
Morika slowly raised her head, looked at the Goblin General's castle in front of her, and smiled.
That’s right, the big commotion we made before attracted most of the goblins and goblin generals away.
Just to make sure of one thing.
Although I failed in the end, I got a pleasant surprise.
Morika chuckled as she remembered the goblin brat.
But for some reason, the Goblin General seemed to have gone out tonight, and the feeling of danger also disappeared.
In other words, there are no monsters in the nest that can threaten her.
Thinking of this, Morika quietly sneaked into the Goblin General's room.
Just to make sure of one thing.
Morika stepped closer.
Then in a room, on a bed, in the goblin's territory.
There lay a woman she was familiar with.
The woman was wearing a white dress, with long hair draped over her shoulders, and had a beautiful face, like a fairy descended to earth.
It's just a pity that the hideous and ugly scar on that face destroys all the beauty.
However, what made Morika stunned was not her beauty, nor the scar that destroyed all the beauty.
But the person in front of her was someone she knew.
And, extremely familiar.
The woman who shouldn't be here, who was in the goblin's lair.
"Elena"
“I was not mistaken.”
Morika smiled.
The familiar and disgusting smell was indeed coming from this guy.
"By the way, are you still pretending to sleep? And what's wrong with your face?" Morika smiled at the sleeping Elena and asked:
"Disturbing a sleeping woman."
Elena slowly opened her eyes and looked at the uninvited guest in front of her with a slightly raised brow.
"Is this the etiquette of your demon clan?"
"Our etiquette is based on individuality"
Morika covered her mouth and looked at Elena with a mocking expression.
"You mean, Goblin's Starfury?"
"Or"
"Should I call you, Her Highness the Saint of the Holy Light Church, Qing Lie?"
Morika showed Elena the highest courtesy.
But the mockery on that face and in his eyes never diminished.
Elena didn't care about Morika's ridicule.
She lowered her eyelashes.
It seemed as if he was recalling the past that he couldn't bear to look back on.
"From the moment I was tied to the fire rack, I was no longer the Saint Elena."
"You can call me Alina, of course."
Elena smiled faintly, her purple eyes filled with tenderness.
"You can call me, Goblin General Tian's wife, Elina-Tian."
"Oh!"
Morika felt it carefully and indeed could not sense any trace of divine power.
An inexplicable emotion surged in her heart, a mixture of surprise and curiosity.
This Elena who once defeated the devil.
But now he has become the Starfury of the Goblins. What on earth happened?
wrong!
Morika's eyes widened, as if she had heard something incredible.
"You, you guy, what did you just say?"
Did she hear wrongly?
Goblin General's wife?
That saint who was as pure and flawless as an iceberg married an ugly goblin?
She must have heard it wrong!
Absolutely, I heard it wrong.
Otherwise, how could such a thing be discovered?
"how?"
Elena raised her lips with a playful expression.
"Are you surprised by this kind of thing?"
"What do you say?"
Looking at Elena, who was so calm even though she had no holy power, Morika frowned.
“That’s really disappointing!”
Elena chuckled and said, "I would be very happy if you could bless my engagement."
"hehe"
Morika sneered.
"Do you want your former defeated opponent to bless you?"
"correct"
Morika seemed to have thought of something, and her strange eyes flashed with a playful light:
"What do you think the Holy Light Church would do if they knew of your existence?"
Elena felt the provocation and contempt in Morica's words, but she just chuckled lightly.
“That’s not very good”
"If you could bring those old guys here, I would be even more grateful."
Speaking of this, Morika could feel Elena's terrible murderous aura.
"Oh, yes!"
"Then when I return, I will find the bard and let your wonderful story spread throughout the entire Western Continent."
Morica's eyes were fixed on Elena, as if she wanted to see Elena lose her composure.
But unfortunately, from then on, Elena remained calm and unhurried.
No, why should she?
He has clearly lost his holy power.
Why, from now on, he never looked at her straight in the eye!!!
(End of this chapter)