Regner's face turned red, although Saron had now extinguished his flaming body, no matter how he said he was a high-level warrior, his strength must be not small. At this time, his right hand was clasped on Regner's throat like an iron tong, not to mention breaking his neck again, even if it lasted for a few seconds, Regner was afraid that he would die.

But there was not even the slightest hint of panic in Regner's eyes except pain, for he believed in Annelot. Oh, don't get me wrong, Regner didn't believe that Annelot would kill herself so easily. He believed in Annelot's abilities, and after seeing the girl's strength, Regner began to regret that he hadn't called her over to help in the first place.

Strong, it's too strong! Regner never thought that Anne Lot's strength would be so strong! Since this girl is so strong, can't she handle the current situation? Impossible!

Regner believed in Anne Lot the same way that Innellis believed in herself in the alchemy lab. Therefore, he did not panic in the slightest, just quietly waited for the girl's next move. He believed that Annelot had already thought about how to deal with her being held hostage, and all he had to do was wait, waiting for his woman to save him...... Although it doesn't sound particularly glamorous......

However, Annelot's reaction was a little strange, and the girl's face suddenly showed a little annoyance and anger, and then she shouted to Saron with a bit of anger and depravity: "He's not the man I love!"

"Ah!!!!hhh Anne! Elder sister, my savior! Can we stop dwelling on this issue? How strange is your focus? Are the neural circuits of all super geniuses different from those of us normal people? I'm going to be strangled to death in a minute, are you still here to dissociate yourself from me? My heart is cold! My heart hurts!!!

Ragner was almost broken by Annelot's reaction, and it was probably because Salon's hands were too strong, plus he had suffered a lot of injuries before. So Regner's consciousness also ran away with the grass and mud horse, and the thing fainted......

"You let him go!" Anne Lott was anxious when she saw Regner roll her eyes, she snorted softly, and then her heart moved, triggering a mental connection she had set up earlier.

!!!!!The hideousness at the corner of Salon's mouth was replaced for a moment of astonishment, as he found himself unable to move.

Just behind Saron, a fist-sized dark purple sigil was emitting a strong glow.

"Binding Dafa?!" Saron felt a pang of despair in his heart.

It turned out that Annelot had long expected that Saron would choose to blackmail Regner after he couldn't beat him. So she threw down a rune trap behind Regner, and the rune-engraved circle contained an eighth-level spell—the Great Law of Bondage.

This spell can completely trap the recipient with the effect of the force field, and basically, if the recipient is hit by this spell, then he can't even move his fingers except for breathing, blinking, and talking.

This rune was made by Anne Lot, when Regner entered the MI half a year ago. Out of concern for Regner's personal safety, Anne Lot always felt that she would use this spell one day, but she didn't expect it to come in handy today.

"It's a battle without any suspense, and it's already doomed to you long before you hurt that guy. Anne Lot's expression of indifference returned to after the sigil took effect, and she didn't know if her shame was acting.

"You lost. Anne Lot looked at Salon, and said lightly.

"No! No, it won't!" Saron was stunned for a long time and reacted, and he could only say with difficulty because of the effect of restraining Dafa: "I can't lose! I can't lose to you! What are you still looking at here? Hurry up and get rid of this woman!"

All of the Stoke soldiers were in shock, they were already shivering from the cold of Annelot's cryogenic field, and coupled with Saron's unmistakable defeat, many of them didn't turn their heads. At this time, most of the Stoke soldiers did not react when they suddenly heard Salon's order.

"......" Anne Lott didn't stop Salon, she just looked at him silently. Before she killed this mage, she wanted to destroy even the last vestiges of this mage's pride and dignity, which was the price he should pay for hurting Regner!

Ssalon screamed a few more times, and the Stoke soldiers realized Ssalon's call for help. But even if they understood, the soldiers were hesitant to rush forward.

"Captain, are we going up? That woman is so powerful, let's just go to death, right?" an adjutant asked his superior.

"This ......" The captain hesitated, and the situation that had evolved to the point where it was now was something that no one expected.

Fearing that the battle of the high-ranking mages might destroy the already devastated Costa Fortress, David asked Salonn to fight far away from the Costa Fortress. And Saron felt that this was an affirmation of his destructive power, so he readily agreed.

But he didn't expect that this move would be tantamount to digging his own grave for him, and at this time their location was still about five thousand meters away from the Costa Fortress, and it was too late to go back to find helpers. At present, with this brigade arranged here as a spectator, do they dare to go up? To be honest, every Stoke soldier has a little weakness in his heart.

Salon, too, realized that the Stokers were fearful. So he screamed as hard as he could, "Catch her! Otherwise, I, Saron, will kill you cowards one day!" I have cloning as a copy of my body, and that copy is still in the thousand-year-old capital, so I won't be able to die today no matter what!

It wasn't until Salon's words that Stoker's soldiers stood up. They didn't quite understand what Salon's cloning was, though. But they were well aware of the Red Flame Sorcerer's ruthless and perverse style in the past. If Saron can't die at this point, then he will undoubtedly take revenge on these hesitant soldiers next.

"Attack!" After a short period of weighing, the captain finally felt that compared to Annelot, the murderous Sharon was more worthy of fear. Although this guy can't beat Annelot, it's still very easy to kill them. Moreover, he didn't think that after fighting Saron, this woman would still be able to completely eliminate another Stoke infantry brigade.

So, under the orders of the captain, Stoker's soldiers could only raise their swords and rush towards the slightly tired girl who was not even older than them.

Anne Lot's eyes flashed with disbelief as the Stoke men roared and rushed over. These people are nothing more than victims of two national interests, and from a personal point of view, Annelot is not very much of them, and even sympathizes with them. So Annelot didn't want to kill them casually. But now that they're rushing over, and since they want to kill Annelot, Annelot has no choice.

The Frost Maiden sighed helplessly, and then she began her spell again.

A large amount of Negro Necromantic Energy gradually gathered in front of her, and they operated in an orderly manner according to the circle prescribed by Annelot. In just two seconds, the sheer amount of magical energy that Annelot had gathered had already made Saron feel a little terrified.

"This spell is...... Is it the Banshee's Howl?!" Saron's eyes flashed with a little horror, and he couldn't help but say aloud.

Banshee's Howl, a ninth-level necromantic spell that can inflict a devastating impact on creatures within a certain range through necromantic energy. If the power gap between the caster and the receiver is too large, it can cause a direct instant kill. Even if the two have the same power, this spell can also deal massive damage to the recipient if it hits.

But it was clear that the difference in strength between Annelot and the Stoke soldier was definitely not the slightest bit.

The chant of this spell took Annelot more than three seconds. When the spell was completed, a stunning ladyboy face four or five meters tall appeared on top of Annelot's head.

Many of the Stoke soldiers didn't know what it was, and when they saw the banshee's suffocating face, they couldn't help but fall into a momentary distraction. But in the next second, the banshee's face immediately became hideous.

Her eyes, which were originally as gentle as water, flashed with a cruel and murderous light in an instant. And the cherry lips, which were originally as red as blood, opened wider and wider, and in the end, the cherry mouth was torn directly along the corners of the mouth, revealing two sharp fangs and countless canine teeth.

"Whew!!!!!"

The banshee's sonic waves were accompanied by pitch-black necromantic energy, and they rushed furiously towards the Stoke soldiers. In just a short moment, the two or three hundred Stoke soldiers who rushed to the front completely lost their lives.

Annelot's face turned pale, and she gasped sharply, looking a little tired.

"This kind of scene, it's better not to let him see it......" Anne Lot thought silently in her heart, the reason why she waited for Regner to fall unconscious before activating the trap was because she didn't want him to see the scene where she slaughtered two or three hundred people in an instant. She didn't want Regner to feel like a tyrannical and cruel woman.

All the Stoke soldiers were dumbfounded by Annelot's shocking blow.

And Saron was still screaming beside him: "Yes, her magic is exhausted, she can't hurt you anymore! Give it to me, I must kill her today!"

The Stoke soldiers hesitated, but looking at Annelot's pale face, they summoned up some courage and rushed forward again.

Annelot gave Saron a resentful look, then recited the incantation again.

"Another banshee howl?!" Salon's eyes almost popped out. Little did he know that the reason why Anne Lot's face was pale was not because she thought that her magic was exhausted, but because of the psychological burden of the first mass murder of life. Under the influence of the Body of Frost, Annelot's magic is still quite a bit left!

"Whew!!!"

Annelot's blow killed another two hundred or so Stokers. Her face was as white as paper at this time, and cold sweat was dripping down. Although when she was a mercenary before, she had killed Warcraft, Orcs, and even humans. But this kind of thing that deprived hundreds of lives in an instant was still very impactful for Annelot.

So, after the second banshee howl, Annelot couldn't take it anymore. She used a sound amplification technique to say to the collapsed Stoke soldiers: "You are no match for me at all, get out of here, I promise not to kill you!

By this time, no matter how much Ssalon yelled, the Stoke soldiers would no longer pay attention. At least it will be a few days before revenge comes, but if you take it here again, there will be no way to survive at all!

After seeing the Stoke people leave, Annelot turned her attention to the red-eyed Saron.

PS: Forehead...... It seems that there are too many things in the past two days.,I've been using the regular release before.,I thought the daily update was scheduled.。 As a result, I didn't expect to miss a day yesterday (maybe I was too sleepy at the time.,It's more than ten o'clock when I come back from the company.,After a chapter, I started uploading the next week's in a daze.,The result was tossed until one o'clock in the middle of the night...... ）。 Yesterday's break was even more the fault of my hometown, and I apologize to everyone here. From today onwards, the hometown must be careful not to let similar things happen again. Again, this book will never be a eunuch.