Lotharma roared and rushed towards her former comrades, the light of Quel'Salas's blade constantly lit up among the undead.

The blade of Quel'Salas slashed across the head of the undead in front of him, and Lotherma spun around with the force of the blade, slashing one of the undead at the waist.

The blade stabbed deep into the undead who rushed towards him, and he didn't have time to pull it out. Lotherma pulled out a feathered arrow directly from the quiver on his back, and the sharp feathered arrow was plunged directly into the forehead of the undead. While pulling out the feather arrow, he quickly removed the longbow from his body with his left hand, held the bow, mounted the arrow, and drew the bow. Sharp arrows were fired at the undead who were attacking the guards not far away.

Sou! Sou! Sou! Sou!

Feathered arrows were pulled out of the quiver behind by Lotherma and shot at the undead who were attacking her guards.

An undead suddenly leaped out of the crowd, raising its blade and slashing at Lotherma. As soon as the arrow in his hand was shot, it was too late to draw his sword, and Lotherma glanced at it, took the initiative to lean towards the undead, and pulled the longbow string out in the air to face it.

Jump! The bowstring struck the undead in the chest with great force, and the undead flew upside down after being struck.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the undead came up again. Lotherma touched the quiver on her back, but it was empty, and she tried hard to touch it, but it was still empty.

He turned his head to look at his back, and the quiver was empty.

The roar of the undead was already in front of him, and Lothima dropped her longbow and drew two one-handed blades from her back shoulders to meet the surging undead.

With difficulty, he used the blade to block the undead's powerful slash, and the one-handed blade in his hand quickly slid down to the undead's wrist, and the sharp blade rotated around the undead's sword-holding wrist, and the undead's rotten wrist fell to the ground along with the long sword.

Lotherma took the opportunity to flip her other hand, and Quelsa was Russ's one-handed blade that quickly plunged into the face of the undead in front of her.

After a brief look at his situation, the two undead rushed towards him again! Without even hesitating, the one-handed blade in her hand was thrown out, and the one-handed blade slashed a light and shadow in the air, slamming into the faces of the two undead.

The undead staggered to the ground, and Lotherma was guarded by the other guards. Taking advantage of this gap, he gasped and looked at the battlefield in front of him.

Endless undead are still rushing here. Around him, his guards, had already begun to suffer casualties.

One of the guards had just slashed the undead in front of him to the ground, and before he could catch his breath, the other undead surrounded him. Although the guards were well trained, they could not withstand the onslaught of the undead, and eventually, when he was exhausted, the other undead easily crushed him to the ground. The surrounding undead swarmed up, and the Quel'Salas blade stabbed down hard at the fallen guard, who could only scream and hold his hands in the air. Bright red blood spurted from all the undead around them, only to make them even more violent.

Darkan smiled evilly and looked at the tragedy in front of him, but he didn't know when death became a feast for him, and he enjoyed the process of killing.

Lotherma drew her sword and prepared to help the guards around her. By this time, it was impossible for them to kill Darkan.

"Ahh

Darkan swung the blade in his hand, slashing at the undead in his way. Before he could reach his destination, the guard's screams rang out.

He turned his head to see that the guard had been stabbed in the chest by a sword from the undead behind him. Even though the sharp arrows that appeared around him from time to time were helping him shoot, he was still dragged to the ground and surrounded by the undead.

Casualties began to mount.

Looking at Darkan standing behind the army of the undead, Lotherma foamed hatefully.

"Haduron! Retreat! Retreat! Too much! Lotherma shouted at Haduron on the other side, covering the retreat of her guards.

The rangers, who received the order, began to quickly leave the battlefield and rush outside.

Darkan stood in the middle of the crater and laughed wildly, "Hahahaha, run as you want!" My old friend! Soon, you'll find out that you can't escape my palm at all! ”

"Hmph." Darkan smirked and said to Anvena behind him, "Okay, let's just take what happened just now as a small episode." Small...."

Darkan's face suddenly darkened, because the little girl behind him ran away......

Anvina rushed towards the edge of the crater without looking back.

"Humph! Are you going to be able to escape?! Darkan sneered and held out his hand, the light of magic appearing in his hand, and he whispered to Anvina's back.

The blue and cold elements quickly gathered in his hands, and white smoke slowly rose from Darkan's hands due to the sun's rays.

A sudden palpitation made him change his movements. His arms quickly circled himself in the air. At the same time, a feather arrow slammed into the air in front of him, ripples appeared in the air, and a transparent circular shield appeared in the path of the feather arrow.

The arrows of the feathered arrows swirled, breaking through the magical shield. In Darkan's frightened face, his pupils widened. The ornament around his neck suddenly glowed black. The light quickly surged towards the arrows of the feathered arrows, and spread towards the arrows.

The arrows blackened and decayed at a speed visible to the naked eye, before disappearing into thin air as light smoke.

Norris quickly pulled out the feathered arrow from her back, trying to shoot at Darkan again. This time, Darkan was much smarter, and a black smoke rose from where he stood, obscuring his figure.

The smoke came and went as fast as it came, and by the time it dissipated, Darkan had lost his figure from where he was.

Norris looked at it carefully for a while, then set her sights on the undead and help the rangers below get out of the fight.

Avena ran through the jungle with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and she straddled the slopes, burrowed through the trees, and ran away from Darkan.

Worried about Darkan's pursuit, Avena looked behind her from time to time, but accidentally tripped over a stone under her feet and fell to the ground.

When she looked up again, she found a hand in front of her.

Following the white hand, she continued to look upward, and a man who had hidden himself in a dark red robe stood in front of her.

"Hello, Anvina." A slightly gentle male voice greeted Anvina. She stared at him dumbfounded, and slowly crawled backwards, trying to turn and run away again.

Once again, the robed man extended his hand to Avena, who was kneeling on the ground, "I've been looking for you, Avena. ”

Anvena scrambled to get up from the ground and quickly stepped back, she asked in horror, "Who are you?" How do you know my name!? ”

The robed man looked at Anvena and walked forward slowly, while Anvina stepped back in horror.

"I know you better than anyone. Because I was the one who first found you, and I was the one who helped you hide so that you could wait for the best time. ”

The man in the robe came to Anvena again and held out his hand to her, "But something has gone wrong, come with me." We had to start all over again. ”

"But you haven't told me who you really are?!"

By now, Anvena had gone through so much suffering that she no longer trusted anyone easily.

"Me? Hehe," the robed man smiled, revealing the corners of his hood, "I have too many names, Anvina. And that name, you know, Borgle, is me. ”

"You're the Bogle ?!!" Anvena looked at him in surprise.

"Yes, I'm Bogle." The corners of the robed man's mouth pulled a long arc, and he said gently, "The Bogle who helped your family. ”