Chapter 297 The Last Descendants of Faramar

The goblin hunter always jumps back and forth between the two extremes of reliable and unreliable. Sometimes he behaves like an experienced and cold-blooded hunter, and sometimes he behaves like a reckless and impulsive fool.

For example, now, before he could fully explore the specific situation ahead, Driver rushed out immediately, and Ron could not just stand by and watch, so he had to follow him and show up.

When the man and the goblin rushed out of the corner of the tunnel, the ratman's nest that had been bombed by Ron appeared in front of them.

The broken stones were not cleaned up at the time, and the scene inside could be seen clearly from outside. The good news is that the person who made the sound just now was indeed Marsalino. This arcane consultant under Ron who often disappeared was indeed in this cave, and beside him, there was a male dragonborn who looked quite familiar.

But the bad news is: their current situation does not look good. In the special vision attached to the preface of the weaving method, Ron can see a solid arcane prison that trapped the two of them. There are a lot of traces of spells and minions bombarding the ground inside the prison. Outside, a human figure wrapped in a black robe turned his head sinisterly and looked at Ron and Driver with some confusion.

"Ron?! No, this is not an illusion!" Among the three parties who were hesitating, the Dragonborn was the first to react and shouted loudly, "Sir, leave here quickly! Go to the lair of Exuri, where my lord is-"

"Noisy lizard!" Before the golden dragonborn finished speaking, with the black-robed man's shout, the barrier around the golden dragon and the planeswalker suddenly added a different color, completely cutting off the communication between the inside and the outside.

"He's really noisy, isn't he?" This being Ron had never seen before turned around again, "You are Ron? I've heard of you, 'the hero who conquered the land of delusion', huh?"

He stretched out his hands to make the famous quotation marks, and around him, Ron could clearly feel that some kind of dark power was constantly increasing, and black mist surrounded the black-robed man. Ron had only seen such energy on the body of the Death Knight.

"It seems that you are right." Ron narrowed his eyes slightly and pulled out an arrow from the quiver. As the tail feathers were placed on the bowstring, the whole arrow was also coated with a layer of flames.

"Who are you? Why did you invade my territory? Why did you kidnap Rurik and Faramar?"

"What do those orcs and centaurs have to do with you?"

"A friend of mine told me that you are actually selling deep silver to Purgatory," the man in black robe snorted coldly, "That dwarf is responsible for this, right?"

He pointed to the back of the cave, on the platform where the phantom of the copper dragon once appeared, one of the two tied people, the short and strong one was obviously Rurik.

"Those orcs and centaurs already had a feud, I just added fuel to the fire when their leader was away," he was not afraid to explain the conflict between the two tribes, "They are too stupid, stupid and reckless, allowing me to easily get a large number of dead people to serve me."

"As for the disabled woman..." The black-robed man sneered, "You call her Farama?"

"Just her? She doesn't deserve it!"

"Crack-Crack-" Several remains of ratmen obeyed the call of the black-robed man, climbed up from the ground again, and besieged Ron and the others. At the same time, there appeared several people with hazy faces. Qing's ghost, "She is a bitch who surrendered to the devil for her own selfish interests! A traitor! She is not worthy of being the queen of the Falama Kingdom, let alone continuing to live in this world!"

"I am the last descendant of that old dynasty! I am the only remnant of that glorious era! And you, you are just a thief who stole my ancestral land! You will pay a heavy price for this with that traitor queen!"

When talking about this, the black-robed man simply couldn't control his emotions. The surging mana linked with his intense emotions rushed towards Ron and Driver. As long as they were not careful and lost in his will, they would suffer his permanent slavery.

"Bah! You are such a shameless person!" Drivendo, who had a splitting headache from the arcane shock, could hardly aim with his short bow. He could only barely pick up the dagger and swing it, while using curses to counter the emotional guidance from the enemy, "Your Gollama Kingdom has been destroyed for many years! Why didn't I see you take revenge on the elves of the Hailan Empire before?!"

"You are a coward who bullies the weak and fears the strong!"

"It's the Falama Kingdom! You are an unlearned goblin!" The eyes under the black robe flashed with anger, "The secondary reason is that at that time I The power has not yet reached its peak, and those elves have not actually touched the seal left by my ancestors, nor have they released this slut who has thrown herself into the arms of the devil. "

"As for the main reason, your so-called territory is just a makeshift team set up by a group of ragtag adventurers, and it is indeed easier to bully than the Hailan Empire."

"If you said this a few months ago, I would not refute it," Ron raised his hand and blasted out several blows to the undead, repelling the surrounding ghosts one by one, "but now it is still unknown who is stronger and who is weaker!"

"Just the two of you?" The figure of the black-robed man was so erratic that Ron's shots hit nothing several times. On the contrary, the opponent's magic power seemed to be extremely strong, forcing Ron to use the phantom step and spell counterattack several times to deal with it, which greatly limited his room for maneuver.

The special arrows could probably hurt the opponent, but looking at the two hostages in a coma not far away, Ron withdrew his outstretched hands several times.

The last queen of Falama was almost immortal, but the dwarf was a completely living person. If he let go of his hands and feet, he would definitely be the first to die.

"Is your ancestor a loach? Or something else!" Ron and Dreverdo were in danger under the black-robed man's spell, but the descendants of Falama who had not been able to defeat the opponent for a long time were also depressed, especially when he found that the so-called "Lord of Delusion" had several times more spells than himself!

I have been dormant for so many years and paid so much, am I not as good as a young boy? !

The black-robed man looked at the magic prison over there gloomily. If he hadn't focused on these two inexplicable creatures, he wouldn't be unable to deal with a mortal and a goblin...

He wanted to devote all his energy to a desperate fight with these living people, but considering that even before he had to set a trap to trap the old man and the dragonborn, if he let the tiger out of the cage again...

"You die honestly!" The black-robed man chanted hatefully, and the surrounding ground suddenly rolled up with the movement of his palm, turning into a giant hand to grab Ron. Ron tried to evade through space again, but was shocked to find that his limbs were entangled with several red illusory silk threads at some point. Under the opponent's arcane control, his body could not move at all!