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The mage was right, and when all the killers had been reduced to ashes, the sea of fire that covered the sky suddenly disappeared without a trace, and in front of him, the opponent who could kill him a hundred times with a single stretch of his hand was staring at him with the eyes of a beast looking at its prey.

"You'd better not let me lose my patience," Rhaegara's cold tone made Horan have no doubt that if he refused the other party's request, the person in front of him would definitely do what he said, "Otherwise, you will find that death is just a luxury for you." Now, let's talk about it. ”

What happened next was somewhat unexpected by Rhaegar, who thought that he would need to use some means, even through some cruel criminal laws, to break the will of the other party, and then he could get the information he wanted, either directly or through hypnosis, but this was not the case, and Horan almost did not hesitate to take a cooperative attitude.

"So, you're from the hands of the Grim Reaper?" Rhaegar said the familiar name, and the murderous energy surged through his chest again, and the figures of the old blacksmith and his apprentice who had saved him appeared before him again.

"It's time to settle accounts," Rhaegar thought silently, "and only blood can wash away the hatred that blood pours. He recited this famous phrase that was widely circulated in the grassland, and pronounced in his heart the end of the hand of death.

"Tell me all you know," Rhaegar ordered, he didn't doubt Holland's words, even a seventh-order mage wouldn't want to hide his feelings when lying, "this will decide your fate." ”

"I'll tell you," Holland said weakly, the mage looking very old at this time, "I haven't been able to complete my mission, and the leader won't let me go." Unless he loses all his strength, I will never be able to escape from him. He looked at the expressionless Rhaegar and said, "Maybe you do have the power to destroy the Hand of Death, but I warn you that it's more powerful than you think..."

Rhaegar suddenly waved his hand, and an invisible force flew away with the unsuspecting Horan, and a magical shield formed around him at the same time.

Half a second later, when Horan was still surprised by the other party's behavior, a dazzling flame suddenly burst out from his body, and Holran's body was blown into countless pieces in the first place, and the powerful energy violently impacted the magic shield, causing ripples like water waves on it.

The magic explosion lasted for about a few seconds, and when everything was calm again, a deep pit two or three meters deep and at least seven or eight meters in diameter appeared less than a meter away from Rhaegar, and everything in the pit was in an unusually smooth and flat state, which was caused by the rapid cooling of things after being melted by the heat.

Even Rhaegar didn't detect the spell hidden in Hollan's body in advance, this spell that ambushed in the depths of the mage's soul usually does not have any harm, and is only induced when the host speaks certain words or performs certain activities, it is obvious that this is the last resort for the leader to control his subordinates, if it is not for the timely discovery of the abnormal energy fluctuations on the other party's body and quick measures, the end of the geist body will undoubtedly be the same as Horan.

Fortunately, Rhaegar had already learned a lot of information, at least, he had obtained the location of the detention team, and looking at the pit in front of him, the geist knew that there was not much time left for him, and that leader would soon find out about Horan's betrayal. Whispering a spell, a cloud of wind elementals was summoned to him in a flash of blue light, and Rhaegar jumped onto the back of the wind elemental, driving the elemental creature at full speed towards the place where the team was imprisoned.

Generally speaking, the Wind Elemental is a very proud creature, second only to the Grumpy Fire Elemental in all elemental bodies. One can drive it into a wind to blow boulders away, or they can command them to turn into blades and slit the throat of their opponents, but using the wind elemental as a mount is something that even those seventh-order mages dare not think of, and only those archmages with great power can do this.

The wind elemental was undoubtedly much faster than flight, and these elemental creatures lived up to their name, flying at least a thousand kilometers before Rhaegar had taken control of the wind elemental beneath his feet, and in the distance on the horizon, the geist could already clearly see the massive outline of the Einsorat Mountains - yes, his companions were locked up in a hidden cave somewhere as he crossed the boundary between east and west and ran around the vast savannah.

A violent cyan light flickered around the Wind Elemental's body, a sign that it was trying to break free from the Summoner's restraints, and as the Spiritual Power was depleted, Rhaegar's suppression of the Wind Elemental was being weakened, and once the latter was freed from this suppression, it would attack the Spirit at the first opportunity.

Knowing this, Rhaegar didn't hesitate, he quickly recited a few obscure bytes, and at the same time that the wind elemental was almost free, the power from the elemental world forcibly recalled it back to his homeland.

Looking at the tall rolling mountains in the distance, Rhaegar didn't move immediately, he chose a huge rock, sat down on the leeward side, drew a few symbols for protection in the place, and then closed his eyes, concentrating on recovering the strength he had lost due to forcibly driving the wind elemental - those killers would not watch the geist save his companion, and he had to adjust to the best in order to cope with the battle below.

"How long are we going to stay here?" In the deep and dim cave, a thin, obscene-looking man in black said boredly to his companions, "Why don't you just kill them?"

"That's what the leader meant," his companion was clearly unhappy with his jailer's work, but at least, he kept his sanity and was not oppressed by emptiness and loneliness. "He's going to wait until the last mage is caught before he disposes of these people - you know, our client demands the most brutal method of torture for all of them, especially the mage, and in the chief's opinion, it is the cruelest punishment to let these people who value friendship above all else watch their companions be ravaged and killed in front of them. ”

A small flying insect fluttered its wings as they spoke, flying into the cavern deep underground, landing on the wall behind one of the men in black. No one paid attention to this, and the killers needed to guard against a powerful mage, not a small bug that could destroy with just one finger, and the two killers continued their conversation.

"But why don't we just go and catch him?" the lewd little man in black asked, "We have Holland and a few other mages, and this strength is enough to capture that mage, or, we can threaten him with that girl as we did with those warriors, which is much better than waiting here stupidly now." ”

"I'll act as if I didn't hear what you said," said the little man's companion solemnly, "Have you forgotten the fate of those who questioned the chief's decision?" His words sent a shiver down the hustle of the little man, and the two fell into a brief silence.

"Twenty minutes to go," said the little man, looking at the hourglass beside him, and stood up, "I need to go see the captives, and then wait for them to take over." ”

"Don't make a bad idea," warns another man in black, "that girl is indeed beautiful, but she is not something we can get, and the leader never likes to be overwhelmed by someone on a mission." Don't forget Garson, he was punished for trying to assault that girl, and I don't want to see you become like him. ”

"I'm just trying to have some fun," the little man, apparently not heeding his companion's advice, continued his way deeper into the cave, "don't worry, I'll be measured, I've been waiting for this opportunity for a week." The leader just didn't want her to kill herself out of shame, and as long as she was incapacitated, that wouldn't happen. He ostentatiously took a bottle of potion from his bosom and shook it in front of his companion.

"It cost me fifty gold coins to get this magic potion from Hearn," he said as he walked, "but it does work, remember the female mage who almost killed us? With only two drops, that mage became his captive, and it was a shame that we had to kill her, but it was said that she was really good in bed..."

As he walked around the corner of the cave tunnel, a translucent shadow crept up behind him, and the next moment, a fist-sized flame fell silently at his feet.

The excruciating pain caused the little man to instinctively lower his head and look at his feet—the flames of fire completely enveloped him below his knees. Tongues of blue fire were spreading slowly and unrelentingly up the thighs.

The killer was distraught with irresistible fear, and he tried to fight the flame with his hand, but to his horror, he couldn't move even a finger, and he wanted to call out to his companions behind him for help, but his vocal cords were also restrained by the same restraints, unable to make any sound.

The fire roasted human flesh for at least fifteen minutes, until his entire body was charred in the flames, and the killer took his last breath, and until then, he remained conscious and sensitive.

Rhaegar didn't stay to enjoy the final outcome of this lewd villain, he had more important things, if it wasn't for the other party's attempt to provoke his anger, all he had to do was to possess the flying insect and follow the other party to the cell where the team was being held.

The ghost's shadow-like body briskly navigated through the deep passages—there was only one way here, and he didn't have to worry about getting lost without a guide—and after two minutes, he finally sensed the familiar soul fluctuations of his companions.