Chapter 484: The Dark Girl Elistree

"I'm lucky, I actually encountered a group of seafood." After being taken by the broken angle to shuttle through space, across a long distance, and after returning to the material world, Morea looked at the group of murlocs in front of him with a playful smile on his face. , killing intent boiled in his eyes.

After crossing the threshold of transcendence, life will gradually get rid of its dependence on the environment. The stronger the strength, the less the influence of the environment on itself. For the Jedi of ordinary things, for the powerful extraordinary creatures, it is like walking on the ground.

For example, humans who are afraid of water and fire can advance to gold, and after breaking the limits of their bodies, they can have a powerful physique that swims in magma. After the creatures in the ocean reach the gold level, they are no longer so reliant on water. They also have the ability to move on land and fly in the sky.

But under normal circumstances, those powerful marine creatures will not land on land. After all, although they can adapt to the land environment, they are not as comfortable as the sea. But no matter what, it is a special time, such as an oracle.

"Which god's believer are you?" Morea asked with a smile, looking at the group of kuo-too fish who seemed to be discussing in front of him.

And the kuo tao fish who witnessed the appearance of Morea's broken space looked at each other in dismay, and their dead fish eyes showed the due respect for the legend.

They looked at Morea cautiously, and each other was only enough. One of the strong fishmen who seemed to be the leader walked out of it and humbly reported to Moreya:

"My lord, we are the followers of the great demon lord, the king of the deep sea."

"A believer of Dagon?" Morea nodded, and the smile on her face became more gentle, "Are you also here to hunt down the descendant of the Titan named Morea?"

"Yes." Only the second-order Soul Intent leader replied respectfully, secretly looking at Morea and the strong-looking Baluo Flame Demon behind him, guessing which of them is a legend, or both Yes.

"Do you know the strength of that descendant of the Titans?" Morea continued to ask with a genial smile.

"I know, according to the order of the King of the Deep Sea, this descendant of the Titan is said to have the strength of the peak of the soul."

"Oh, then do you know what the word "Titan" stands for?"

"According to the stories and legends circulating in the ocean, the Titans represent invincibility at the same level, and almost no creature can fight against them at the same level."

"Since you all know, then with your strength, where do you have the courage to hunt down this descendant of the Titans, you are not afraid that if you really encounter it, he will crush you into a pile of scum?"

The lineup of the murloc chasing team in front of me is for ordinary creatures.

It is indeed very luxurious, and all of them are composed of powerful murlocs above the gold level, but not to mention fighting with Morea, that is, provoking any peak soul-level titans, it is all solved by a slap.

"My lord, you don't know. This time, we have several legends leading the team to hunt down this Titan race. We are just one of the search teams, only responsible for searching, not fighting. If we really met that person, we would definitely run away without saying a word."

"It's okay, I haven't forgotten the reputation of the Titans." Morea originally thought that these guys were just a bunch of idiots who didn't care about the Titans, but now it seems that they still maintain a certain respect for the Titans. .

"The number of Titans is still too small." Morea sighed slightly in his heart. Although this group of seafood still has a sense of awe for the Titans, it is not enough. This group of guys dared to chase and kill him under the command of a demon is the best proof.

There are too few creatures who are fortunate enough to see Titans, and even fewer are able to see Titans fighting heroically. Therefore, many creatures know the existence of Titans and their power, but they don't know how strong they are.

"Sir, I don't know who you are?" Seeing that the black-haired boy who suddenly appeared was so concerned about Titan, the murloc commander felt that something was wrong, and wanted to test Morea's identity.

"Demon Warlock, Diablo." Morea said his name with a smile, and then watched the expression on the face of the murlocs change as quickly as Sichuan Opera changed his face after hearing his name.

"Lord Diablo, if there is nothing wrong, we will retire first." The murloc commander who had heard of Morea's vicious name took the initiative to resign and wanted to avoid it.

"I have one more thing to trouble you with."

"What's the matter?" The murloc commander was dealing with it, and the pair thought about how to quickly distance themselves after leaving Morea.

"My little lions are hungry, can I trouble you to enter their stomachs and relieve their hunger?"

With that said, blood lion demons appeared beside Morea one after another, greedily looking at this group of bloody and energetic fish people, the saliva kept dripping from their mouths.

"Don't run away, we are united, as long as we can hold on until Lord Cangyu Wing supports us..."

"It's a pity, I'm afraid you won't be able to hold on to that time."

... Less than a quarter of an hour later, apart from the broken fish scales and mottled blood on the ground, there was no trace that could prove the existence of the group of murlocs just now.

"Why don't you leave this subcontinent immediately?" A soft voice came into Morea's ears, like a lover whispering in her ear, which made it ticklish, and there was an urge to know the owner of this voice.

"Who? Come out." Morea's sword brows stood upright, vigorous spiritual power poured out from her brows, sweeping in all directions.

"Reckless and conceited descendant of the Titans." The soft voice sounded again, "I am here."

The faint spatial fluctuations came, and Morea seized the fluctuations and immediately figured out the source of the fluctuations. They never thought about covering them up.

Morea locked the coordinates directly and teleported himself to that location—on a cliff. Afterwards, the long silver hair flowing down to the ankle appeared in Moreya's eyes, and a chilly mountain wind blew through, lifting the long silver hair, revealing a body with smooth and soft skin.

Morea was stunned for a moment. He did not expect that in such a short period of time, he would once again see a drow elf without clothes. Er is different.

"Good night, beautiful girl." The corners of Moria's mouth rose slightly, and her vigilant spirit suddenly relaxed. The power contained in her that made Moreya feel a little familiar and unfamiliar, made him recognize the identity of the shapely and tall drow in front of him, the dark girl, Eilistraee, a kind god Mora.