The mist in the forest was like a faint veil. Adams walked through the broadleaf forest to the edge of the ruins.

The ruins of the wall collapsed haphazardly on the wet earth, and most of the original paint had faded, except for the scattered purple patches that still stubbornly clinged to the dark side of the dark side to avoid light.

He lifted his foot and stepped over the shattered bricks, walked over to a corpse and crouched down.

It was a gnoll corpse, its earthy fur and dark red blood standing out against the gray ground.

The gnoll's fur had not yet dimmed, showing a faint glow, apparently not long after death. Its left hand was slashed off from its shoulder, and most of its body was stained red with blood.

Adams' mind suddenly thought of the Vulture's exaggerated machete.

"Looks like they've just been in," he said, turning back to the alchemist behind him.

Hilton covered his nose and nodded at Adams, who still couldn't get used to the smell of blood.

This is in line with their suspicions, in fact, they have been secretly monitoring the "vultures" group for the past few days, and this morning the group of adventurers gathered together was at least half less, and now they have found their traces here.

As for Reina, she should still be dreaming sweet dreams at this time.

Hilton shrugged, pointing to the transparent light curtain in front of him that flashed with light blue arcs.

"The ban is already weak, but it will suffer a little bit if you force it through. ”

The alchemist took two steps forward, took a vial of white powder from his pocket, poured a handful and threw it into the air.

Something strange happened, a few faint traces suddenly appeared in the originally empty air, and then the light curtain gradually dimmed and finally disappeared.

Adams stood up from the ground and slapped his ass. Follow the alchemist into the ruins.

The ruins weren't particularly large, and it seemed to be a group of outposts of the Dark Elves, and from a distance, a few gnolls and archers could be seen shooting at the adventurers in the ruined tower.

The basic strength of the gnolls is actually much stronger than that of humans, they have more powerful muscles and more sensitive motor nerves, which ordinary adventurers are really beyond the power of one-on-one situations.

However, the "Vulture" was already a full-fledged warrior who had developed a fighting spirit, and the life-length giant sword wielded in his hand with gusts of wind.

Several gnolls fought around the vultures. The rest of the adventurers touched the turret and prepared to take out the annoying archers.

The vulture ducked down from the long serrated knife swept from the side, this strange weapon caused him a lot of trouble, and it would not be as easy as breaking the road if he slashed this thing. He turned sideways and roared, pouring all his fighting energy into the giant sword in his hand, splitting the gnoll's body into two pieces with a single sword.

Seeing the tragic death of his companion, the attack of the jackal became more ferocious, and for a while, the "vulture" only had the strength to parry, and the momentum that was finally brought up was once again contained.

......

Adams and Hilton cautiously dodged under the dark curtain, feeling the bricks as they advanced.

The young man took out the Mithril dagger, suddenly jumped up from the shadow, and then touched the mercenary's neck, warm blood slowly flowed out from the hideous wound, and the leaky neck only had time to utter a few words "Ho ho~" before it was completely silent.

To be honest, the necromancer who invented this apprentice spell was a genius, and the alchemist exclaimed once again.

Along the way, Adams took down three sentry adventurers with little effort, and if the Thieves' Guild were willing to study the spell with a stinking reputation for having an affair with necromancers, the number of apprentices willing to join them would surely double.

Hilton unleashed a small spell that sensed the magic of the treasure again, and he adjusted his direction slightly, leading the necromancer towards a ruin.

Compared to other places, it is relatively well preserved, and it can be seen that this was once a small shrine, probably because the gnolls still respect their original owners, and the floor of the shrine has traces of being cleaned, which also means that there may be enemies inside.

Hilton and Adams glanced at each other, and through the dark curtain they burrowed into the dark hallway of the shrine.

There was something in the shrine, and with his enhanced vision, Adams recognized the three gnolls standing in front of the malevolent looking idol and muttering respectfully to the idol.

And then.

Then he saw three pairs of green eyes staring at himself and the alchemist.

Damn, the gnolls also have night vision, and the dark curtain fails.

The two gnolls lunged at Adams and the alchemist, respectively, and the remaining one ran toward the nearby idol.

The gnoll priest in front of him whistled at Adams with a flail in hand, and the steel spike hammer at the front dragged a long iron chain to sweep a gust of wind, and Adams bowed his head and dodged.

Just as another gnoll was about to kiss Hilton with his hairy mouth, the alchemist finally realized how bad this was.

He trembled and took out a medicine bottle from his sleeve and stuffed it into the other party's bloody mouth.

The vial exploded in the gnoll's mouth, and the green liquid flowed down its esophagus into the gnoll's body, and the poor creature fell to the ground and wailed in pain.

Unlike the shoddy products that were intended to be sold to Adams, this is a genuine corrosive potion.

The alchemist was not unprepared for anything in the past few days, and he and Adams ran around the Black Forest all day to collect the effective herbs that he would not dare to touch on a normal day.

Looking at the wailing gnolls, the alchemist was amused. He kicked the other man's body twice, and then Mei Zizi picked up the flail that had fallen to the side and smashed the other party's head.

Not only that, but the alchemist of this sassy bag actually showed off to Adams, who was still fighting the other side.

Adams's battle situation was not easy, although his skills were much more flexible than the gnoll sacrifice, but a small dagger was really not suitable for frontal combat, he resisted the urge to give his companion a blow to the leg, stabbed the "soul chain" into the gnoll sacrifice's body, and then took advantage of the other party's head to hold his head and wail and cut the gnoll's neck.

Just when the two of them thought that the situation was decided, the ceiling of the shrine began to shake violently.

In the incredulous gaze of the two. The demon-like idol staggered down from the altar and kicked up a cloud of dust.