A Million Possible

After resting for a while, waiting for her mood to calm down, Ellu finally got up again, kneeling down in front of the altar in her most solemn posture.

Carefully took out a piece of gold powder, dipped it with a paintbrush, and drew the symbolic pattern of "Moonlight and the Forest Goddess" on the base of the altar. This requires extremely high precision. It is said that if the drawing is wrong, the entire summoning ceremony Will fail.

Of course, the failure of the ritual is only the best result. According to legend, if something goes wrong, it may even summon an unknown evil god.

In the legend of the elves, there is only one orthodox god in the world. However, in the dark sky, there are still many evil spirits hidden. They have mysterious and powerful powers, tempting the elves to fall, fall, and even, according to the current most popular According to the saying, "erosion" is a certain evil god's method.

"call."

When Ai Lu finally drew the last stroke, she looked at the perfect pattern with a bright smile, wiped her sweat, put down the pen, and she arranged the patterns in the box in order.

"Finally……"

She carefully placed the shriveled flower specimen in the only gap, and now, the ritual formation has been completed.

No, it's almost the last point.

Elu gritted her teeth and took out a delicate knife from her arms. The silver knife looked a little dull in the Great Hall. She held the knife in Own's left hand for a long time, showing a struggling expression on her face.

As the battle elf said, Ai was fainted with blood in the open air.

This is nothing in the peaceful era, but in this era, it seems too hypocritical and weak.

"Elu is not afraid, come on!"

She encouraged herself, then closed her eyes abruptly, and kept her neck away from the back of her left. She gritted her teeth and cut a cut on the palm of her left hand. The blood flowed out in an instant, and Ai Lu forced her not to look, half-squinted. Eyes dripped own blood into the formation.

"The last thing... the blood of the elf virgin..."

After doing all this, she hurriedly wrapped herself with a bandage, and then she seemed to collapse, her face pale as paper.

She still cheered up.

Only the last step is left.

Elu arranged the priest’s robes and made a solemn gesture on her chest. Then, suddenly, a strange ball of light appeared in front of her. It was a magic medium. Fortunately, the communication ceremony did not need to be tyrannical. Magical power, so she is worthy of being able to activate.

"Great, supreme, omnipotent, omnipresent god of moonlight and forest, your most pious believer asks you to come, you are the master of the earth, the night sky is bright because of you, and your brilliance shines on all things, you……"

In the dim Great Hall, Ellu sat on her knees, clasping her hands together in prayer.

The group of magical medium fell on the altar, and the materials burned up, releasing a strange orange light, and then forming a beam of light that rose into the sky, but disappeared without a trace under the palace.

...

I have to admit that this is quite an interesting scene.

At the very least, Cheng Lin thinks so.

Outside the house that temporarily served as the sacrificial hall, outside a certain unclosed window, Cheng Linzheng leaned against the window with interest and stared at what was happening inside.

The wind whispered, as if never tirelessly, this ensured that his "Wind Journeyman" status was always maintained, which helped him successfully hide his figure without fear of being discovered by any elves.

"Do you pray to the gods? Is this little girl a priest?"

Cheng Lin was surprised.

The program once again intimately helped him complete the "automatic translation" function, so he can understand the language of the wizard without barriers.

Not long ago, he witnessed a scene in which Ellu was ridiculed by her companions. It was a pity that he was floating in the sky and was wondering how to land, so he could not hear clearly, just a few words, but at any rate, he also figured out that this elf girl perfectly fits the owner. Require:

Standing in a high position, knowing enough information, and weak, Spiritual Qi... Oh, it should be called a low level of magic in this world, he can control her completely.

Cheng Lin immediately decided to follow.

Coming here all the way, considering that there is no wind inside the house, he would be exposed. He did not rush to enter, but listened to the root of the wall.

Even guessing, he probably figured out what she was doing.

"It seems that the elf city is facing a crisis. She did not know why she occupied a high position, but she couldn't get the matching treatment, and was ridiculed. Therefore, she tried to use the own method to summon the deities of the elf tribe’s beliefs. Power to save the race?"

Cheng Lin stroked his chin in thought, and that was all he could guess.

"However, according to common sense, if the gods are useful, wouldn't they have organized the elf summons long ago? Where would it be her turn to do it herself?"

Cheng Lin has reason to guess that this god is not very reliable.

The reaction of the battle elves before also corroborated his judgment.

"I am more curious about what the gods of this world look like. If they can be summoned, they can be eye-opening, but if the summoning fails... well... this might be a good opportunity."

Cheng Lin was a little moved.

Since you want to understand the situation, it's not good to be too rude, the other party looks so weak, do you go in and use force to force her to say? I'm afraid it's counterproductive. Although the little girl looks weak, Cheng Lin always feels that she has her own rigidity in her bones.

"If you play the role of a god... Uh, the goddess is definitely not going to be."

"But it's always an opportunity..."

Seeing that the summoning ceremony continued, Cheng Lin quickly made a decision, flipped his hand, and took out a mask from the initial space.

This mask is pure white, without any other colors, and its shape is quite strange. It looks like the mask of a Pharaoh on the earth, but it is not golden.

This is still the Magical Item he got back from Wuxiangxiandao.

Originally piled in the space, always thrown away.

A few days ago, considering that there would be a "video" after the deduction, although he deliberately blurred his appearance last time, Cheng Lin did not dare to bet that there would be no problems every time. Try to hide the true appearance of own as much as possible.

It's a double insurance.

After searching in the pile of broken Magical Items for a while, he chose this one. He has not fully explored the function of the mask. At present, it has only been repaired to the degree of 34%. After experimentation, as long as wearing this mask, it can be a certain degree. It prevents other people from peeping.

The "peep" here specifically refers to practitioners.

For example, some practitioners of the perception system will be obstructed by masks if they want to detect his true face.

When Cheng Lin put on the mask, the whole temperament was changed.

"En...If you just play like this, is it a bit low? Anyway, people are summoning gods, not to mention miracles or something, at least there must be a fifty cents special effect?"

Cheng Lin frowned, his gaze swept across the initial space, and he pondered for a long time, aside from the pile of Magical Items that he hadn't figured out yet. The only known Magical Items that could create "special effects" seemed to be black flags.

After a long period of repair, the black flag is now more complete. When it unfolds, the wind gusts and the darkness fills, especially when the battle spirits gush out, it is even more unpredictable.

It is absolutely Hollywood's standard in the supernatural movie.

Of course, considering the effect, it can only be placed in movies such as supernatural and horror.

"Will it scare the little girl?"

Cheng Lin couldn't bear it.

At this time, the summoning ceremony in the Great Hall seemed to be over. The precious materials were almost completely burned, the rising beam of light began to fade, and the so-called gods disappeared.

"It's too late, so let's do it."

Cheng Lin didn't hesitate anymore, rolled the black banner, and suddenly pushed open the window, a gust of wind rushed into the Great Hall, and he, wearing the title of "Wind Journeyman", drifted into the room with the wind.

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