The dense poisonous mist never subsided, and an indescribable terrifying magic emanated from it, and although Acereth was not a magician, it still felt the fear deep in its heart out of its biological instincts, and this fear made it unable to move for a while. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

But now everything was calm again, and the rolling fog seemed to swallow up the light and sound, and Acereth had no idea what the battle was going on. So it could only pac anxiously along the withered land of death.

The three goatmen elites who came with them also looked motionless into the depths of the mist, their expressions solemn as if they had seen the thrilling battle inside through the mist, but Acereth knew that they could not see anything just like himself.

Although the skeleton named Kilgaru was very powerful, it was too reluctant to defeat the beast, and perhaps it was better to stop it at that time. Aceles, who had seen the strength of Warcraft, sighed heavily and sighed in his heart.

However, even though it believed that Kilgaru would be defeated, there was still a certain expectation in its heart, and this strong expectation drove it to wait for the final result.

With such mixed feelings, time passed minute by minute. There was nothing to hear around except the sound of breathing and wind, no, there seemed to be some kind of sound cleverly hidden in it, and the invisible feeling of oppression made Aceress begin to tense all over his body.

The aura was nothing compared to the suffocating horror in front of it, but it carried a deeper hostility.

That's murderous, a murderous aura that is approaching!

Acereth quickly turned around and swung the blade of his hand sideways.

Seeing the patriarch's abnormal behavior, the three goatman elites not far away also raised their scimitars at the same time, assuming a posture suitable for battle, but they saw nothing in the empty field of vision. To their surprise, the scimitar that was supposed to cut through the air, leaving a white reflective trail, remained in mid-air, making a sharp sound that is unique to metal collisions as if it had touched some hard object.

"The reflexes are good, it looks like we can have a good time."

With a twisted laugh, a slender silhouette slowly emerged on the otherwise empty ground, and then from blur to clarity, as if in focus, showing a human figure.

Beneath the short black hair is a slightly emaciated cheek, and the eyes narrowed like a cat exude a cruel smile. Men wear minimal armor and are expected to be a light warrior or swordsman who values flexibility. Although it is a minimum piece of armor, judging from the faint fluorescence that appears on it, it should be enchanted equipment, so its defense ability will be much higher than it actually seems.

The man held a long sword in his hand, and the middle of the sword was just against Aceres's blade, which should be the origin of the sound of metal colliding just now. The hilt of the longsword is delicately carved with a wyvern, and the blade protruding from the open dragon's mouth looks extremely sharp, and it is engraved with some kind of incantation, although these incantations are not used for decoration, and the sword is also an enchanted equipment. In addition to the sword in his hand, the man had three other swords with the exact same shape on the hilt hanging from his waist.

The so-called enchanted equipment is equipment that infuses magic into weapons or armor to give them attribute bonuses. Because there is a certain risk of enchanting equipment, if it is a bad quality equipment, it will be damaged because it cannot withstand the power of magic, in other words, enchanted equipment is already a well-made product before it is injected with magic power, so enchanted equipment is generally expensive, and ordinary people may not be able to afford one in a lifetime, and it is simply unimaginable to wear enchanted equipment like this.

It can also be seen that the wearer itself is by no means an ordinary person.

With a roar, Acereth slashed another scimitar at the top of the man's head, trying to force him back, but the metal thumpping sounded again, and at some point the man had already pulled the second sword from his waist, and the heavy blow was blocked by the horizontal sword.

Ace Race quickly jumped backwards, distancing himself from the man, generally speaking, in the face of such a quick slash, it is absolutely too late to draw his sword from his waist to resist such a move, and even if he barely catches up, it is difficult for a human with physical fitness inferior to a monster to resist such a heavy blow with a horizontal block, but the man in front of him has done it.

The man was strong, and Acereth took a deep breath.

Seeing that the patriarch was attacked by a human, the three goatman elites hurriedly rushed to help, but were blocked by the two humans who suddenly appeared in front of them. One of them was quite tall, half a head taller than the goat-man who was nearly two meters tall, and he was wearing heavy full-body armor, a cross helmet on his head, and a huge axe in his hand, which looked like a stone statue.

Although such equipment has good defense and destructive power, the relative agility and speed will drop sharply, but the tall man's movements do not seem to be hindered by such a bulky equipment, and the giant axe in his hand is swung extremely fast, and the strong swing with a fierce whirlwind will shake the three goat-man elites away.

"Rolda, do you want to leave one for you?" Next to the tall man, a man without any armor asked, tilting his head sideways. His limbs were slender, just in stark contrast to the tall men around him, he looked like an adult and a child, but the terrifying murderous aura exuded by his body was not inferior to that of tall men, but stronger than tall men.

He asked, but he didn't know who he was asking, for there were only rocks and weeds as far as his eyes could see. However, someone responded to his inquiry.

About a hundred meters away, a fourth man appeared out of thin air, dressed in spotless white robes and holding a short golden staff in his hand, whose profession should be that of a priest if nothing else, as he wore the holy light amulet characteristic of a high-ranking priest around his neck.

He glanced at the man who asked him, then turned his gaze upwards, and replied in a cold, uninterested tone, "Thank you for your kindness, Dirk, I don't want to waste my magic at will. ”

"You're really a boring guy, I really don't know what fun you have in living like this," the slender man frowned, turned to the three goat men in front of him, and his expression changed significantly with the switch of gaze, and the corners of his mouth were raised sharply to form a penetrating smile, which was the unique smile of people who take pleasure in torture and killing, "It's okay, then the two belong to me." ”

The goats who were waiting for Kilgaru were unexpectedly attacked by humans, and the sudden malice enveloped the empty ground in a layer of tension.

The four people who appeared at this moment were the "four claws" who were ordered to come to capture the young demonic beast.