Varian gasped for air, his neat gown already showing several signs of being torn by the blades, and the blue and gold undertones were stained with blood and dirt. Although he looked embarrassed, he smiled happily, his eyebrows and eyes stretched, as if he had not been happy for a long time.

Now he is more like the Ragash of the Ring of Blood than King Wrynn. All that fell under his feet were the corpses of his opponents.

He reminded Thea of those days with Lagash. She looked at her husband with an unabashed expression of trust and affection.

"Now, all of your useless subordinates have been taken care of by me." Varian pointed his sword at Willow, who had never moved the place, and said proudly, "Is there anything else you want to say?" ”

"Ah...... Yes, they are a little more incompetent than I thought. Even as a one-time consumable, I was embarrassed by the quality. Not to mention you as a Scarlet Champion. Willow laughed too, and although she said complaining words, her smile remained calm. But you seem convinced that your victory is already in hand? ”

"Although you want to kill me, I have decided to mercifully spare your life." Varian's eyes narrowed. "Because I'm really curious why all of your men are Alliances."

"It is in the interests of the tribe that a king dies in an internal rebellion." Vero seemed to be unafraid of Varian's threat, and kindly explained: "If there is a black cauldron, the tribe naturally does not want to welcome the anger of revenge. Wouldn't it be better to let the alliance consume itself in internal attrition? ”

Varian's face sank. "You've got a good plan......

"Varian, I think she might be lying." Thea reminded softly, "I met her in the bleak lands. At that time, she was living in isolation. And not with the tribe. And I haven't seen her in the tribe. ”

Varian smiled at her. "Of course I know that her words are half-true. Still, I'm willing to trust my inquisitor. ”

"yes, compared to others. The king also believed in me more. Willow finally sighed, but his words showed infinite pride. Whether it is ability, loyalty, or loyalty, the trust that the king has given me has made me feel ashamed. ”

Thea sensed something wrong in Willow's strange tone. But she didn't have a clue what it was, so she could only remind Varian.

"Something doesn't seem quite right with her. Varian, hurry up and end the fight! ”

Varian nodded, the ghost wolf's instincts clearly alerting him to the same danger. He stomped on his tiptoes. Rush forward with force.

"It's too late...... Willow laughed. At the same time, her staff slammed into the ground.

"Let's see who's fast!" Varian raised Saramaine in his hand and roared.

Almost as soon as Varian's Saramaine was about to slash to Verlo. A black six-pointed star array emerged from Willow's feet, enveloping Willow inside.

The black lines that make up the six-pointed star emit intense energy. Surrounded Willow in the middle and flicked off Varian's blade.

The blow caused Varian to suffer more damage than all the previous ones combined. It took a lot of effort for him to hold on to Saramaine in his hand. But the blood in his chest couldn't stop churning, and finally he had to spit out a mouthful of blood to suppress the discomfort in his chest.

"Varian!" Sia was shocked and hurriedly cast a healing spell to help him alleviate his condition.

Varian waved his hand, signaling that he was fine. But his gaze fell on Saramaine in his hand, and he was still taken aback.

I don't know what those black energies are. But Saramaine is in bad shape. The red glow was dim, as if it had been stained with something unclean.

This sword, which is in line with his heart, seriously affects Varian's state. But he didn't want Thea behind him to notice.

"It's a pity, it seems that in the end, I can only come up with such a means......"

Willow in the six-pointed star let out a low sigh. Black energy enveloped her, blowing her dress and hair up.

"Ah...... I really want to see it.,The world that your lord is looking forward to.。 Willow stared at the ground beneath his feet, as if there was the most beautiful thing in the world, and his red eyes were filled with indescribable affection...... There is no turning back with righteousness. "Your Majesty. I am honored to be able to dedicate my life to your ideals......"

The light in Willow's eyes was completely engulfed by darkness at a frighteningly fast speed. Her skinny body was covered in layers of black light. The intense pain caused her hands to twist unconsciously. The staff in his hand also clanged to the ground.

"Varian, get out of here."

When this black magic appeared, it was as if something had broken through the ground in Thea's heart.

It's fear.

Boundless fear engulfed her. She didn't have time to tell what the fear and despair were, but she knew one thing.

They have to get out of here.

"I'm afraid...... It's too late. Varian smiled wryly as he looked at where Willow stood.

But in the blink of an eye, it was no longer an undead sorceress standing there, but a monster that had never been seen before.

The monster was three people tall and had thick limbs, and at first glance it looked like a human-standing elephant. Her face was devoid of features, and her chin was covered with a beard like an octopus' tentacles. But the most unusual thing is her thick hands, which are completely indistinguishable from the hands and five fingers, and have become thick tentacles like octopuses.

For some reason, this monster made Thea feel both familiar and disgusting. The strange sensation churned in her chest, making her almost want to vomit.

Varian didn't know what Shia's ugly face was. But the instinct of the warrior told him that this guy was not easy to deal with.

"It seems that there is no way to keep the mouth alive." He smiled at Sia with a pretended lightheartedness.

Xia also smiled reluctantly, not wanting his performance to distract him.

"In short, it becomes the same as anything." Varian rushed forward, Saramaine in his hand slicing a sharp arc of light.

By the time the sword in his hand slashed at the other party, Varian already sensed that something was wrong. It's obviously a flesh and blood organization, but the feeling from his subordinate Saramaine is as if he has been slashed at something harder than steel. If it weren't for Saraman's razor-sharp edge, Varian would have no doubt that he would have been cut off with another sword.

To make matters worse, he slashed at the monster's elbow - in normal experience, there was no problem, the joints were the most vulnerable and the opponent's least able to fight back. But the monster's hands were really like an octopus, and they flipped over without bones. The tip of the tentacle was firmly entangled in Saramain.

Varian felt the power of his sword almost like he was wrestling with a dragon. (To be continued.) )