The babbling woman's incoherent speech exacerbated Carlos's confusion about herself.

I forgot one thing.

Carlos was convinced of this.

But it didn't matter if it mattered, and it didn't matter to Carlos at all.

What if you forget such a thing?

Not good.

Forget it, forget it.

However, the woman's last inaudible words seemed to irritate Carlos, and he couldn't let go of it for a long time.

However, if you can't think of it, you can't think of it, there is no hint, you can't find a clue, it's just an inner entanglement, for a soldier who is about to go to the battlefield, adjusting such a psychology is just a few deep breaths.

Carlos himself can already be counted as most of the spellcasters, so naturally he will not underestimate any warlock.

In the world of magic, there are countless archmages who have capsized in the gutter and died, not to mention that he Carlos is just a paladin.

So according to the clues obtained, Carlos cautiously infiltrated the secret meeting place of the warlocks.

High-level Light users are naturally able to use abilities similar to mage arcane vision, which are very effective in breaking magic traps. And physical traps such as flipping floors and wall crossbows, Carlos doesn't care much anymore.

Along the way, three traps were breached, and Carlos successfully reached his destination.

The defenses are too lax.

There is simply no latent responsibility of underground workers.

The smell of demons in front of him became stronger and stronger, and Carlos's killing intent in his heart was a little unbearable, but reason still told him that getting information was more important than killing a few minions.

So he held back.

Suppressing his own breath, he uses the dim visual characteristics of the underground space to use various shelters to pass quickly.

Finally, Carlos saw it.

Three sorceresses were performing a summoning ritual around a magic circle, a spatial rift torn open by magic about two elbows long, and on the other side of the rift, the demon's whispers stimulated the sorceresses' eardrums, imparting them forbidden knowledge.

The forbidden magical knowledge stimulated the sorceresses, and all three of them flushed abnormally with an abnormal flush, as if experiencing some great pleasure, not noticing that they were actually on the verge of losing their strength.

For a moment, Carlos hesitated.

After doing it for a long time, the three rookies haven't even torn open the spatial crack to let the legion demon come over.

Such a strong aura of shadow power is just the capital that the demon has paid for the demagogic warlocks, and it is not that some "big guy" has descended on Azeroth. This made Carlos a little disappointed.

Because of the inexplicable restlessness in his heart, he is now very eager for a hearty battle, longing for that enemy to be worth fighting.

But no.

Carlos had seen Akmund's power and knew how terrifying the real Great Demon was, because he was sure that behind this spatial rift, there was nothing more than a bluff, and the rich shadow aura was only a unique geography of the Distorted Void, which was naturally generated, not emitted by a demon.

It's these rookie warlocks who are so fascinated.

In this case, it is a matter of cost whether or not you are exposed.

At present, the Cursed Cult is not aware of its return to Azeroth, and for the major forces of the Alliance, the Cursed Cult as an enemy is in the shadows. But for the Cult of the Damned, Carlos spoke of enemies in the shadows.

Whether it is worth exposing yourself because of three small trash fish is worth it, you need to think about it.

Just as Carlos weighed and pondered, the situation changed.

Finally, the three sorceresses fell to the ground one after another due to the loss of strength, losing their guides, and the circle gradually disintegrated, and the stability of the spatial rift also decreased sharply.

When Carlos laughed to himself, about to spare the three sorceresses, an accident suddenly happened, and a large imp with dark red skin suddenly burst out before the rift collapsed, letting out a piercing laugh.

It said in Salas: "Foolish fellows, your souls belong to the great Parasza. ”

Whether or not to sanction the three sorceresses who summoned demons is a matter of benefit and can be weighed, but it is a matter of principle to condone demons, and Carlos stepped forward.

"And a fourth stupid .......!"

The imp who called himself Parasza suddenly screamed, looking frightened.

"You... You... You are ......"

Parasza's dim eyes rolled rapidly, apparently thinking about what to do with the situation.

The rift that linked the twisted void had been closed, and there was no way to escape, and the three delicious souls that they thought were at their fingertips had now become bait in a deadly trap.

The hunter becomes the prey, it is really a matter of a moment.

Hopeless, desperate for this malicious world!

Parasza twisted her head into terror.

"You know me? It's a lot of fun. ”

Carlos's Salas language is not good, because it is the language of the devil, and it is naturally magical, and when it comes to understanding and learning, it is all taken apart and cracked, and at this moment it sounds like a mechanical fracture to the demon...... It's very much in line with Carlos's character.

That "demon" is not ready to kill himself right away?

Parasza seemed to see hope of survival.

"You're a paladin!"

Carlos rushed forward and kicked the lying imp against the wall, and he couldn't buckle it.

"Who am I?"

Even demons feel pain, and Pallazza knew that his bones were broken several times, and his aching skin was wrinkled, but he knew that if he said the wrong thing, he might be finished.

Those big demons can slowly resurrect in the Twisted Void after they die, and the little ghosts don't have such treatment, and if they die, they really die, so Parasza cherishes his life very much.

"You're Carlos. Barov, is the enemy named by the polluters. ”

"Oh?"

Carlos looked at the imp in front of him meaningfully.

"What did he say?"

"Polluters say, say, say ......"

"Say what?"

"Say you're dead."

Parasza suddenly imitated Akmund's tone and tried to shock Carlos, but the imp is the imp, even if he spoke in Akmund's tone, he didn't have that momentum at all, Carlos was just startled, and was not shocked at all, and directly kicked a stone with his heel and hit the forehead of the sorceress who tried to cast a spell behind him, and lightly resolved Parasza's plan.

"Ah, now Pallazza is dead."

The imp is a ghost who understands, and seeing that the sneak attack failed, he began to cast a self-detonation.

However, Carlos stepped forward, grabbed it directly, and injected holy light into its body through the palm of his hand, forcibly interrupting Parasza's self-detonation.

"Want to die? Don't ask if I agree. ”

Carlos interrupted Parasza's self-detonation, and then locked up the imp who seemed to know something with the chains of holy light, ready to turn around and slowly torture him.

At this time, Sola arrived.

"Sent me a message in a hurry, is it just for me to come to see your 4P? Would you rather be on one of these ugly women who have had plastic surgery than look down on me? ”

Still talking nonsense, Sora quickly looked around, then looked with interest at the imp bound by the chains of light.

Seeing that Carlos didn't pick up at all, he jumped back and sat on the back of a wooden unicorn.

"It's connected."

"Well, you clean up here, I'm not fit to appear in front of people for the time being."

Carlos is looking forward to meeting Fao.