He wears a large black trench coat and brown leather boots, and a black low-topped round hat on his head. He wears a pair of white gloves on his hands, several strangely shaped rings on them, and an ordinary silver-encrusted cane in his right hand.

He is none other than the head of the "Punisher" of the Church of the God of Steam and Machines in Federenburg, Waldhouse Hawke.

"Who are you? It's none of your business here!" the old woman looked at the man in front of her, and her old voice was a little fierce, "I advise you to leave quickly." ”

"Oh, old lady, I think you're mistaken. ”

The middle-aged man pressed the low-top round hat on his head, and said with a smile:

"I'm just here to stop you from hurting these three kids. ”

Looking at the smile of the man opposite, the old woman felt uncomfortable.

I saw a burst of black mist spread from the old woman's body to the surroundings, and as the black fog obstructed her vision, the old woman's figure seemed to disappear in place.

And with the psychedelic black fog filling the cave, the three Chris only felt dizzy and drowsy for a while, as if they would fall asleep in the next second, and then fell asleep to the ground, to be slaughtered.

"An old 'Nightmare Witch'? ”

Waldhouse sneered softly, and then immediately took an orange ring from the white glove and threw it precisely at Chris, who was not far away.

"Go on, little one!"

After hearing the voice, Chris woke up suddenly, saw something flying towards him, subconsciously took it, and looked closely, it turned out to be an orange ring.

"Don't tell me you're not going to use it!!" Wardhouse sneered mercilessly as he looked for the Witch in the Black Mist, seeing Chris, who was a little stunned.

It was a dim cave, and with the black fog on the old woman's body, Chris's own kerosene lamp could no longer play a role.

Hearing the voice, Chris hurriedly injected what little spirit he had left, and immediately, the orange-yellow ring began to glow, and finally formed a golden protective shield, enveloping Chris and the three of them, isolating the hallucinogenic black fog that caused sleep.

Seeing that the three of Chris were temporarily safe, Wardhouse began to focus all his energy on the old woman, only to see the man quietly use his spiritual perception for a few seconds, and then the corners of his mouth outlined a ruffian smile.

The man stretched out his right hand and slammed his silver-encrusted cane somewhere in the air, and a water-blue aura emitted from the bottom of the cane, shooting into the seemingly nothingness in the black mist.

Hearing only a "bang", the old woman was hit by the blue aura of the cane, and the hidden rickety body appeared in everyone's field of vision.

After seeing that her stealth was ineffective in front of the man, black flames began to coil around the old woman, and then in Chris's wide eyes, the black flames shot out like bullets, and shot towards the man opposite.

"So the flame can still be used like this, this is another form of Gatling machine gun?"

Chris opened his mouth, thinking that he would just stupidly gather all the fire elements together and throw them at the enemy.

Chris felt like he had learned something again.

The corners of Wardhouse's mouth were still hooked, and one of the rings on his white gloves lit up with an earthy yellow glow, and a hard wall of earth appeared in the path of the flame bullet, intercepting all of them unscathed.

"It turns out that the flames can be held back like this. Bonnie exclaimed, with a girl's instinct, "He's got so many beautiful rings." ”

Even though she knew that those rings were definitely not ordinary rings, they should all be the magical items that Chris was holding in his hand.

After seeing that her attack was useless, the old woman opened her mouth and made an unpleasant noise like a knife cutting glass, and the sound waves echoed in the cave, and Chris and the others only felt that their eardrums were about to be pierced.

At the same time, a transparent ice gun began to condense in the old woman's hand, and it shot quickly and invisibly at the man.

With a bang, a hole was pierced through the earthy yellow wall, and the transparent spear shot accurately at the man's heart.

Seeing the earthen wall being shot through, Wardhouse did not have a trace of panic.

I saw that his fingertips gathered a little light, and an orange fireball appeared, so far away, and with this protective cover, the three of Chris could feel the terrifying heat contained in it.

"No matter how hard the alloy is, I'm afraid this fireball can be directly pierced. Chris exclaimed.

The lighter the color, the higher the temperature, and the flame temperature of this color is probably second only to the incandescent one.

"People are more popular than people. Bonnie shook her head and complained mercilessly about the little friends around her.

The result was obvious, the transparent ice gun was directly dissolved by the bright yellow fireball on the man's fingertips.

This is completely the crushing of strength.

"If that old woman is a Sequence 7 Extraordinary, then he is the least Sequence 6 Extraordinary. Burt, who had been silent, spoke.

Chris suddenly felt that they were protected by this obviously magical item ring, and now they were simply a group of people eating melons, and they just didn't know what attitude this handsome middle-aged man had towards them.

However, just when Chris was thinking like this, the old woman seemed to know that she couldn't deal with the man who suddenly appeared in front of her, so she directly hit Chris and the others.

I saw dense spider silk emanating from the old woman's hands, feet and limbs, ostensibly pretending to attack the man opposite, and more spider silk attacking the three people who were protected by the golden light shield.

Under the rapid and high-frequency attack of tens of thousands of spider silks, in just one second, the golden light mask turned into a sieve with dense pores.

So just like the old bones with osteoporosis, with a "bang", the golden light mask quickly shattered and scattered.

Looking at the dense spider silk flying, "Ah!", Bonnie's scream was just released, and all the spider silk that was about to pierce them seemed to lose gravity and fell to the ground.

It turned out that the cane in the man's right hand flew up directly, like a sharp sword, piercing the old woman's heart without hindrance!

Immediately, under the stunned eyes of the three of them, they saw that the ordinary iron-hearted wood inlaid silver cane actually pierced out on its own, floating in the air and making a "bah-woo" sound.

"I'm so angry, uncle! The blood of this old witch is really unpleasant, and if it were a young and beautiful witch, it would be about the same. Boy, next time you dare to use the uncle......"

Before he could finish his cane, the man came over and grabbed his cane, and pierced it through the old woman's heart again.

"Uncle, uncle, I was wrong, you can use the small one casually, don't be polite. ”

The arrogant voice just now immediately became groveling, and the voice was ruffian.

Bonnie's blue eyes widened, looking at the dramatic scene in front of her, and "tsk" exclaimed:

"Is this the essence of the play?"

Chris on the side saw this scene and thought in his heart:

"This is a magical object with the property of being 'alive'? I wonder if my 'greed for money' will speak. ”

After packing up his cane, Wardhouse stopped looking at the dead old woman and walked up to the three of them.

Chris hurriedly handed the orange-yellow ring that had fallen and handed it to the middle-aged man in a black trench coat opposite him with respectful hands.

"Hello, three young children. Wardhouse casually took the ring and looked at the three in front of him with a smile.

"Thank you, handsome big brother, you are such a kind gentleman. A sweet smile appeared on Bonnie's lips and she thanked her.

"Don't call me this, sweet little girl. I'm much older than you, you can call me uncle. The man pressed the low round hat on his head and said in a gentlemanly tone.

"Okay, handsome uncle. As she spoke, Bonnie pinched the corners of her skirt and returned to the standard etiquette of an aristocratic lady.

"Thank you very much...... The uncle ...... "Chris was obviously suppressed by the obvious aura and height of the man in front of him, and his tone stuttered a little.

"Please call me sir, this little gentleman. Wardhouse looked at Chris with a smile, and deliberately accentuated the syllable on the word "small".

Forehead...... How do you feel that he has a virtue with his cane, Chris couldn't help but sneer, there is really a servant and a master.

"Alright, you're safe now, three young extraordinaires. ”