"The night will tell you who is the prey. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

- Joan

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Frey ...... Adult ......"

Hearing Frey's familiar voice, Aisha struggled to move her head and looked at Frey, who was pointing her sword at Joan.

In the cell, two other expressionless martial arts women standing behind Joan pulled out their pistols and pointed them at Frey.

Behind Frey, several martial arts women with tattered clothes and scars also chased after each other with difficulty, cutting off Frey's back road.

One of the martial arts women covered the wound on her shoulder with one hand and bowed her head to Joan in the cell, "Lord Joan! Subordinates are incompetent! Let people break in. ”

Joan ignored the martial arts girl, only letting go of the hand that grabbed Elsa's long hair, and throwing aside the thin whip in her other hand.

Eyes fixed on Frey's eyes, "All of you, stand down, it's not something you can stop." ”

"Yes! Joan-sama! Several martial arts girls responded in unison and stepped aside.

After clearing the scene, Joan slowly walked out of the cell, "Lord Frey, do you know what has happened in the past few days?" ”

The polite appearance is almost the same as the person who held a thin whip in one hand and Aisha's long hair in the other.

"Of course I do!"

"Then you should know that there is a witch lurking in the Black Tower in the upper echelons of the Holy Land, right?"

"Know......" Frey hesitated this time, his voice weakening a little.

"Then you should be able to understand what I'm doing.

If someone who has access to the deployment plan of the high-level of the Holy Land, and has a relationship with the witch and the Black Tower, if she can torture something, such as the location of the Black Tower, would it be a good thing? ”

Hearing Joan's words, Aisha lowered her head helplessly, tears rolling in her already red eyes.

"Then what if Elsa has nothing to do with all this!"

Hearing Frey's question, Aisha raised her head again, and the tears that kept rolling in her red eyes suddenly flowed, "Lord Frey! ”

"And what if it matters?"

"Impossible! If Elsa really was the witch lurking in the Holy Land in the Black Tower, she would be so stupid as to expose her magic in the first place, have people capture, put her in a dungeon for research, and finally have her magic taken away by me?

Check it out! What the hell does she look like a spy in the Black Tower! Clumsy, he will only cry when he encounters something! ”

"What if she was all on show and deliberately captured to gain your trust? Lord Frey? ”

"Impossible! Could it be that she didn't know the prophet in the first place, knowing that I would save her instead of killing her? ”

"Hmph, I don't know, anyway, the witch's magical magic, it's not completely impossible."

"You! That is, there is no need to talk about it? At this point, Frey didn't want to continue the meaningless conversation, and his hand tightened his grip on the sword pointed at Joan.

Joan also slowly untied the veil covering the ears of the two wolves, "Sort of, but I also want to remind you that this is the ninth underground layer of Wang Cheng's dungeon. ”

"Huh?" At first, Frey didn't quite understand Joan's words, but after glancing at the ninth underground floor in Joan's mouth, he seemed to understand.

Countless witches were locked up in cell rooms, and the low ceilings and pillars with a sense of age did not look sturdy.

If you use the Wind Pattern to fight Black Flame without any scruples like in the open area, I am afraid that the huge destructive power will directly collapse the dungeon on the ninth underground floor.

If this is the case, not only will none of them survive, but the rebels, witches, and monsters imprisoned on the ninth floor may also take the opportunity to escape.

"Skill vs. speed in battle? Oh, it's a little nostalgic. ”

Seeing that Frey had understood her reminder, Joan also pulled and threw the veil covering the ears of the two wolves into the air.

I saw that the two pointed wolf ears on Joan's head moved, her feet kicked the ground, and her body flashed, and she had already appeared in front of Fred.

"So fast!"

Faced with Joan's sharp claws that slashed out five lines of cold light, Frey slashed away with a sword.

"Boom!"

Frey's sword was like a steel claw, sending a spark of fire.

"That's not going to work?" Joan looked at the cold sweat on Frey's forehead and couldn't bear the mockery.

But the attack of the two claws did not weaken in the slightest, and it was not until Frey continued to receive her follow-up claw attacks that a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Interesting"

"Yikes!" Frey gritted his teeth and turned from defense to offense, with a tough front.

One sword and two claws, the constant collision set off sparks.

The few martial arts girls who retreated to the side couldn't see the movements of the two of them clearly at all, and could only see the flying sparks and the continuous interweaving and collision of light and shadow.

"Bang!"

After a brief confrontation, a blue wind pattern burst out on Frey's sword, and the close onslaught of Joan was withdrawn, and only then did he break out of the grappling.

The veil that was thrown into the air by Joan before slowly fell between the two who distanced themselves.

Looking at the two or three seconds of time, the two people who had pulled away were already out of breath, and a few martial arts girls who retreated to the side, even if they couldn't see what the two of them had experienced in the battle, they knew how terrifying this level of battle was.

"Tie? Didn't that Fray just a façade? How do you ......," Yiwu decorator whispered.

"No...... Not a tie. But before she finished speaking, another sharp-eyed martial arts girl still saw the victory and defeat from the two of them.

Several other martial arts girls followed the sharp-eyed martial arts women's line of sight, only to see a strand of hair slowly falling from the sideburns hanging from Joan's ear.

"What!" Seeing the strand of falling hair, Joan, who was still taunting Frey, reached out and grabbed the strand of falling hair.

His eyes confirmed that the strand of hair in his hand was the same gray as his own hair, not Frey's black, and the hair on his tail and on the wolf's ears suddenly stood up, and the "wipe" scratched the lighting wiring buried in the ceiling above his head.

"Whoa!"

The overhead light flew a spark and lost power.

The ninth dungeon, deep underground, was instantly plunged into darkness.

"Night Fight! Joan-sama has won! ”

In the dark, for Joan of the werewolf clan, it's not just the advantage of having night vision.

Joan's heart beat two or three times as fast as the light, and her muscles tightened and strengthened in the darkness.

The two spiky wolves moved, and even the sound of Frey's breathing could be heard clearly.

In the green night vision of her eyes, Joan could see Frey in front of her, who was constantly catching sounds in the dark.

The martial arts girls who had retreated to the side before also knew Joan's night vision ability, and deliberately took a step under their feet, making a slight footstep sound.

Sure enough, Frey, who heard the footsteps and kept catching small voices in the darkness, suddenly turned his head.

"Huh! Frey, you've lost! At the moment when Frey turned his head, Joan, who saw Frey's every move clearly, kicked his foot and grabbed Frey with one claw.

The speed was at least twice as fast as the previous advance in the light, and the long gray hair floated backwards as if it had been blown away by a strong wind.

But just as Joan rushed in front of Frey, he saw a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and Frey suddenly turned around.

"What! No way! ”