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www.mpzw.com) Amid the Dreadlord's smug laughter, the young Scarlet Crusader slowly died.

Faced with this young man who didn't even know his name and betrayed himself, Loria didn't even know whether to thank him or resent him - the information he leaked guaranteed that Loria wouldn't be killed casually, but it also attracted enough attention from the Dreadlord that she had almost no chance of escaping.

Between losing one's freedom and being imprisoned underground or meeting Roca, which ending is more cruel? Loria couldn't measure it, she didn't want to die, and she didn't want to lose her freedom.

If she wants to find a way to escape, she makes up her mind, and at the same time secretly reminds herself that she must succeed once, and if she fails again, even if the other party is a fool, she will be full of vigilance.

With a bitter face, Loria looked painful and desperate, she wanted to squeeze out a few tears to set off the atmosphere, so as to strengthen her image of a helpless and poor little girl, so that the Dreadlord could relax her vigilance a little, but her acting skills were not amazing after all, and she couldn't cry until her eyes were sour.

"Let's go, little princess of humanity."

Varimatas didn't care about Loria's strange expression, and he was very excited to catch a big fish on a boring mission...... But Loria screamed: "You are the princess, and your whole family is a princess." ”

While it is true that the Duke's daughter can be called a princess, given Azeroth's malice towards the princess profession, Loria feels that 'princess' is a curse word in any language, along with 'you are either stupid or ugly, or you have a weird personality that people can't avoid and deserve to marry for the rest of your life'.

Quite sure that his entire family was demonic, Varimathas made a strange expression on his terrifying face, and he began to think that Loria's head was not very good...... Anyway, it doesn't matter if she's smart or not, what matters is her identity, and the Dreadlord is no longer entangled in Loria's intelligence level, and begins to urge his captives to set off.

"Can't walk!"

Loria pointed to the large abrasion on her calf, and said, "It hurts!" ”

Smacking his lips and muttering 'what a nuisance,' Varimathas hooked his fingers at a ghoul and motioned for it to come and carry Loria.

"Actually, it doesn't hurt that much!" After seeing the ugly ghoul with disgusting mucus and a foul stench approaching her, Loria cried out again, "Let me pray for my departed compatriots, and I'll go with you right away." ”

Varimasas's expression darkened, and he was running out of patience.

Without the permission of the Dreadlord, Loria trotted over to the corpse of the Scarlet Crusade and recited the prayers she had learned from the priests.

"Don't think I can't kill you...... At least it's okay to beat you up. ”

At the Dreadlord's threatening voice, Loria turned her back to him and scratched at the abrasions on her arms with her fingernails...... Blood spilled from the wound again, dripping down her arm onto the dead young man.

Even forgetting the pain, Loria just thought viciously that if she could escape back alive, she must let this resurrected soul work all day long, and she would not be paid a single copper coin.

"May the Light be with you and me." Loria turned around, ignoring the dreaded demon king's expression of the holy light's naked ridicule, hid her own scratched wounds, and said, "Okay, let's go." ”

……

"Look! Look! I knew it was going to be like this! We're dead! Dead! ”

The Night Elf Thief had completely given up his original cold image, and shouted indiscriminately, "You two pit people, why should I believe you? Why! ”

"That's the law, please."

Aaron, who was not alive at all, had a rare mace in his hand - he rarely used weapons along the way, and fought almost exclusively with his bare hands.

"Got it, buddy." The black-haired Nafa still had an indifferent expression...... Even though the three of them were surrounded by countless undead at the moment.

On the outskirts of Andorhar, a trio of people who had made a detour from the eastern shore of Lake Lordammere accidentally stepped on a half-buried lich sleeping in the ground, easily attracting an entire army of undead, and after rushing left and right, they were completely trapped to death, only to wait for the lich hiding in the shadows to give an order, and the Scourge army would rush towards them.

"Ready, it's an uphill battle." Glancing at the battlefield a little, Aaron summed it up briefly.

"It's a killing!" Gilles, the Night Elf thief, screamed again: "You can't see the edge at all! The land is full of undead! I don't know where the lich is hiding! And that magic array that looks so powerful! ”

Magic Circle?

Only then did Aaron notice that the front line of the undead had retreated, and in the open space they had vacated, a dark blue ** circle that suddenly appeared was getting brighter and brighter, and dozens of rows of strange dark blue symbols appeared out of thin air, densely packed, rotating around the circle in mid-air.

Although he didn't know much about magic, Aaron knew that the more complex the composition, the stronger the magic.

"Oh!" Nafa let out a brief exclamation, "What a magic spell. ”

Aaron's black-haired friend seemed to know something about magic, and the magic array was still getting bigger and more complex, his eyes were full of curiosity, and he said to himself: "This kind of Cheng dù, tsk...... It's like ...... As far as I know...... I see......"

The lich hidden in the army of the undead was about to die of curiosity, and he instructed the undead to get out of the way, not hesitating to expose his existence, and unconsciously slowly approached the circle, wanting to see more clearly.

The magic array that suddenly appeared was clearly not related to the lich, and both sides were attracted to it until the brightness grew brighter and brighter, leaving everyone blind for a short time.

……

The wound on her arm had long since healed, and there was a tickling sensation from the place where the previous abrasions had been made, and Loria sighed at the vampire's self-healing ability, and before she knew it, she had followed the Dreadlord out of a long distance.

Afraid of arousing suspicion, she did not dare to use any gadget to help measure the distance, but estimated her position by the sense of time and speed—she had left the valley and was now about sixty or seventy kilometers from the monastery, near the lake of clear water.

"Alright, let's rest."

Varimathas, who was walking in the front, said without looking back, and then lay down on the ground and fell asleep...... Demons are really random creatures.

Soon, the Dreadlord was snoring loudly, and Loria, who had been pretending to be obedient along the way, suppressed her excitement, thinking that the opportunity to escape had finally arrived...... No, a dozen ghouls gathered around her, staring at her intently...... If they have eyes.

Demons do need sleep, but the undead don't.

With a long sigh, the dirty Loria lay on the ground regardless of it, thinking depressedly, would there really be a chance to escape?

She pinched her nose to ward off the stench of the ghoul, and as she tossed and turned, she heard a familiar voice...... It was the first time she felt that the sound was so beautiful.

"Doll-chan is really naughty...... Running so far away, he obviously said that he would accompany me all day. ”