Watching the rabbit swallow all the hair into her stomach, Freya nodded in satisfaction.

Reaching out and drawing a snake-shaped rune in the air, an unknown spell softly muttered from his mouth.

A faint blue light gradually lit up from the runes with her murmuring, and when the serpentine in the air was completely solidified, Freya reached out and grabbed it, and slapped it on the rabbit's belly.

'Hiss'

It was as if the scorching smell of a soldering iron sticking to the flesh immediately came from the rabbit's belly, and a wisp of black smoke gradually rose.

After a long time, Freya slowly let go of the hand that was clinging to it.

At this time, the serpentine rune shone with a faint blue light as if it were imprinted on the belly of a rabbit.

And the ordinary rabbit that was struggling gradually quieted down when the rune was fixed in the abdomen, as if it had passed out.

Looking at the rabbit that had quieted down, Freya directly hung it on a rope around her waist and hid it in her white robe.

After doing this, she continued on her way.

The ruins of Reilt weren't very far from Freya's current location.

If you ride a horse, it will only take about an hour and a half, but at Freya's speed, it is estimated that it can be reached in two hours in order to save the body.

On the road, I walked while simply handling the things in my hands.

Two hours later.

In the green woods, a white fence and watchtower could be seen at one of the points, and several warriors in brown leather armor were making a fire in the clearing below the watchtower, roasting some creature.

A faint aroma of meat mixed with the smell of wine wafted from there.

On the black-and-yellow twisted path, in the shadows of the woods, a figure walked slowly and silently.

The figure is not very tall from the outside, only about 1.7 meters in sight, and wears a wide robe to cover the figure. It's just that when it appeared, it was very weird, and there was no sound at all, and the speed was not slow.

This sudden figure immediately alerted several people at the barbecue, and quickly picked up the weapons around them as guards.

One of the warriors, who seemed to be the captain, slowly drew an arrow and put it on the longbow, and shouted there with a cold gaze.

"Friend, this is Blackwing's Wind territory, if nothing else, please detour. Otherwise, we have the right to treat your actions as violations!? ”

His voice is loud. But the figure didn't mean to answer.

Just as the captain was about to shoot an arrow as a warning, the man stepped out of the shadows of the woods.

It was a handsome blonde woman in a white robe. From the outside, he is about 1.7 meters tall, and his age is no more than 20 years old, and his wide robe covers his body, so he can't see what weapons he is carrying inside.

When the others found out that it was a single woman, the weapon they had just grabbed slowly relaxed.

But the captain remained vigilant. Asked out loud.

"Miss, please stop advancing. Say what you mean!! ”

A young woman alone in this forest would feel abnormal as long as her IQ is normal.

You know, although there are not many big beasts in this forest, its special geographical environment is not something that ordinary women can overcome. So he was sure, either this woman was definitely not ordinary.

As she walked slowly, Freya still didn't reply, but looked at the young man with a longbow in her eyes. The blue eyes began to grow deeper.

With a snort, an invisible wave quickly spread around her.

The captain who has been vigilant. Suddenly he felt a trance in his spirit, and the longbow in his hand suddenly loosened, as if he had entered a state of half-dreaming and half-awake, and a soft voice sounded in his ears.

"Look into my eyes, young man, tell me, where is Belster now?"

The voice was very soft and beautiful, which made him speak unconsciously.

"The captain is scouting the ruins."

"Ruins?" Freya nodded, in understanding.

She glanced at several ordinary people who had become sluggish and in a trance due to mental pollution, and waved her hand lightly.

"Get some good sleep."

As if given an order, several people fell down at the same time, and after a while, there was a loud snoring sound.

Listening to the snoring of several people, Freya took out the map with a slight frown and complained softly.

"It's really troublesome, if it weren't for the fact that the spiritual traces of the tracking circle have become weak, otherwise I wouldn't have used this old-fashioned method."

After a pause, she moved forward again, this time in the direction of the red cross on the map.

Half an hour.

After passing through a large wooded area, a low, strange-looking hillside was exposed to Freya's vision.

From a distance, some traces of man-made buildings could be faintly found on the hillside, and a faint breath of energy came from there.

And at the foot of this strange low hillside was a boxy stone gate, and two tall and strong men were standing beside it.

Standing in the distance, Freya stared at the two strong men, whose eyes were emotionless and glazed like puppets.

"In an area far away from ordinary people, don't you even bother to perform the puppet's micro-expressions?"

After scanning the stone door and finding that there was no protection other than the two flesh golems, Freya slowly pulled out the cross sword in her hand and stomped her foot lightly.

A circle of cyan air slowly climbed up the legs.

'Whew!'

The next moment, Freya's figure appeared directly behind the two of them, and a trace of black blood on the blade of the cross sword was slowly falling.

And at this time, a long thin mark slowly cracked on the back of the necks of the two of them.

With a pop, the two fell to their knees together, a faint black smoke ejecting from their corpses.

Without looking at the two puppets lying on the ground, she touched the cold stone slab, pondered for a moment, and then strode inside.

The stone-paved passage is flanked by torches lit with fire.

Freya's steps as she walked through the passage were so light that she could barely hear anything.

This ruin, Freya has also done some small research before, it seems that it is a stronghold left over from a medium-sized wizarding organization more than five hundred years ago, and after it was abandoned, it was looted by some other small wizarding organizations.

In the following two hundred years, the original intact building was also reduced to ruins due to a small earthquake, and the runes inside were also damaged by the earthquake.

However, although the building was destroyed, the concentration of energy particles here is still very high, and there are some special plants and creatures that grow naturally in this environment.

The passage is very long, and along the way, Freya has also found a few common demonic plants, and from the perspective of this environment, its quality is not too bad.

Her eyes stared calmly into the distance of the passage, and the bright shadows of the burning torches on both sides made her whole face look gloomy.

After walking for about ten minutes, Freya came to a large space after passing through several forks in the road.

And the flames on both sides of the passage have finally come to an end.

This space seems to be a relatively well-preserved hall of this building, and a strong aura of energy comes from inside, and through the firelight inside, Freya can vaguely see that there are many plants there.

In the midst of the plants, a familiar emaciated figure was sitting cross-legged with its eyes closed.

It was Belster who had taken off his coat and was wearing only gold soft armor.

His appearance had changed a lot from that of Freya in the tavern, his long brown hair still draped over his shoulders, but his handsome face was unusually distorted here, loose and loose, as if it had been detached from the skin of the flesh.

And in his abdomen, there was a large black hole, from which a trace of rancid stench came out.

Freya, who was standing in place, looked at the necromancer with a hint of inexplicable inexplicability.

From the outside, the large hole in his abdomen could already show the white vertebrae inside, but he did not die because of some kind of life-saving witchcraft.

However, it took about thirty years to heal the heavy wound, and it seems that the danger that this man encountered when he fled in the first place was very serious.

"Now he can't even detect the spell of my secret breath, it seems that not only his body has been harmed, but his mental power has also suffered the same blow."

But even so, Freya has no intention of taking it lightly.

Taking a light breath, she took out a white mask from her waist and put it on her face, then took out a clear test tube and took out the liquid and smeared it on the blade of the cross sword.

After doing this, she took a deep look at Belt, who still hadn't noticed her movements, her body paused slightly, and then the whole person disappeared in place in an instant.

A white figure appeared directly behind him, followed by a flash of silver.

'Poof. ’

The cross slid lightly through Belster's chest, and a hissing sound came from the wound of the blade.

"Huh?"

This made Freya, who had succeeded lightly, frown slightly.

Although the damage of the two runes stacked was enough to break through the innate defense of ordinary wizards, he didn't expect it to be so simple.

With a snort, he pulled out his cross sword and looked at the slowly falling corpse, just as Freya thought about examining it.

A faint smoke slammed into her from the side with an aura of extreme danger.

'Bang!! ’

The cyan barrier flickered for a moment, and then Freya flew upside down.

As if being hit by a speeding car, Freya snapped into one side of the wall before slowly sliding down.

Circles of cyan air swirled around her, and Freya was holding one shoulder, looking at the other side with complicated eyes.

A bald man with his upper body naked appeared there at some point, staring at Freya with a strong murderous intent.

"Young wizard, who are you?" The voice was low and hoarse, and it was unusually cold.

Without replying, Freya tilted her head slightly to look at Belster behind him, a dark shadow connecting between the two.

It's as if the bald man in front of him is Bellst's shadow. (To be continued)