The two looked at each other like this. Night's eyes were full of vigilance, and he took a deep breath, ready to fight.

The deceased stood still and didn't make any movement. Dark Night doesn't know if he's in a daze or if he's brewing something.

But how do you look like you're in a daze......

"Where are you from?" asked after a long pause.

"Why did you tell you?"

“………”

He rubbed his temples and had a headache.

Why don't you just take this guy back and let Cross deal with it.

However, before he could make a move, a violent roar came from outside the cave.

The dead frowned, just glanced at the dark night, and rushed out decisively.

Dark Night breathed a sigh of relief. Although he didn't know what was going on outside, this troublesome guy was finally gone, and he could leave with peace of mind.

As for what happened outside, it didn't matter to him.

After rushing out, before he could figure out what was happening, a purple figure rushed towards him.

"Get out of the way!"

The dead seemed to hear Mirel's voice, and his movements suddenly slowed down by half a beat.

The slow was a bad thing, the purple figure was already choking his neck, and the pointed nails had left scratches on his neck.

In the pain of his death, his knees pushed the man to a stagger, but the hand around his neck still did not let go, but tended to tighten more and more.

"Damn!" said this, and he was no longer polite, and he twisted the man's wrist with all his might, and the sound of bones breaking was clear and abnormal.

All this happened in a very short period of time.

Mirel stepped forward, and a knife brought down the unsuspecting man, who was only trying to choke him by the neck.

"Ahem. He squatted down with his neck covered, feeling a little stuffy in his chest.

Mirel stood there, not saying anything. It wasn't until he stood up after his death that he asked, "Are you okay?" ”

He shook his head, looked at the creature lying on the ground, who didn't know if it was an elf or a human, and kicked it, but didn't react.

"What is this?"

"Elves. ”

"How did you mess with him?"

"All of a sudden, he ran out and attacked me. ”

When he heard this, he immediately squatted down and carefully examined what was wrong with this elf.

In the center of this purple elf's forehead, there was an ice-blue crystal shard.

"You see, it's artificially inserted, and it's grown with his flesh. "The Way of the Dead.

"Hmm. Mirel answered, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a dark blue figure passing by.

He withdrew his gaze and decided to pretend not to see.

"This fragment is the essence of the elf," the deceased touched the fragment with his hand, and felt the vigorous vitality emanating from the fragment, "but for some unknown reason, it did not dissipate." Moreover, it has been at least three months since this elf was implanted with this essence fragment. ”

Mirel nodded, not commenting.

"I think...... Hiss-"

The purple elf suddenly opened his eyes, opened his mouth and bit the wrist of the deceased.

Mirel frowned, looking at the fact that the bitten wrist had turned black.

"Don't move, watch well. The death stopped Mirel's urge to blow up the elf's brain.

The elf was still biting the wrist of the deceased, and the black-red blood dripped to the ground.

He let out a "tsk" and pressed the elf's head with the hand that could still move, and then the hand that looked normal turned into a black hole muzzle.

Silver electricity erupted from the muzzle of the gun and sank into the elf's head.

The elves convulsed incessantly, and the blood on their hands became more and more flowing.

"That's enough, just kill him. "Mirel was very irritated for no reason.

But they didn't listen to him in their lives.

"What are you panicking about, I won't die anyway. ”

He cut off his right hand.