What is a prisoner

Sean didn't want to know, looking at the appearance of the aborigines of the barren land, whether they recognized ghosts or ghosts, probably the losers or the clowns who didn't get a piece of the pie after the war.

I want to ask more about related things, but there will always be people who come to disturb at this moment, like a cheetah borrowing from the bushes to hide its body, and a few scattered black shadows slowly touched Sean's side.

"After that, I'll talk about it later, if"

Without going on, Sean pressed Chrystian, who wanted to get up to meet the enemy, and motioned for him to rest for a while after a long time, and then it was his own stage.

"Mr. Sean, I wish you a victorious start."

"Well, it'll be fine for a while," Sean waved his hand, took two steps and turned around, "Don't call me sir." ”

"Really, the old housekeeper is carved out of a template"

Whispering, Sean whispered to the Book of Rubick and the half-lying ogre behind him, flying in mid-air, "Take care of yourselves, and, look at that a little bit."

"It's Chrystian, Mr. Sean."

"Oh, you take care of a little Clestian, after all, he's a little old, I'll come when I go."

Seeing that the Book of Rubick and the ogre went to Chrystian's side according to his instructions, Sean nodded with satisfaction and went alone to deal with the little mouse that had been found.

Holding the divine staff that Chrystian gave him to Iyu and Kohler's dagger, with Aghanim's scepter of unknown use in his backpack and a dagger pinned to his waist, he set out on a solo journey to conquer the little mice.

Meanwhile.

Erwin and the rest of the thirty-four adventurers are camping in the forest not far from the corroded land, ready to replenish the exended physical strength, and then launch a final attack on the Chrystian and the ogre, destroying the abyssal pool in one fell swoop and winning the battle.

Although the expected resistance did not appear, the number of people on the side of the Barren Lands was pitiful, except for a trembling little old man, a blue-skinned fat man with two heads.

Blue Fat Man, Erwin knows, can be said to have seen.

The guy who was traveling with Sean, who was a boy in the tavern, Erwin was determined to deal with him if he resisted again, without mercy.

And the little old man Chrystian had never seen Elwin before, and when he was able to resist them for a long time before, most of them relied on strange traps and powerful props to hinder them from moving forward.

If it weren't for the timely arrival of the Blue Fat Man, Erwin and his party would have destroyed the Abyss Pool by now and won this battle.

Seeing the huge crater and the black substance that filled it, Erwin immediately ordered everyone to stay away from the pothole.

He had seen the same thing from his companions who were still lying in the camp, and he had learned from the witcher Fred Arnold Arnold that it was most likely the work of the demons.

Once contaminated, it is difficult to eradicate this substance except for going to the next continent to obtain holy water.

Thankfully, according to Fred Arnold, the witcher, their attack did not encounter too much resistance, probably because the Badlands wanted to summon the demons, but they were attacked by the demons and were wiped out.

All that's left is Chrystian and the ogre, and although Erwin also hopes that Sean will be safe and not be involved in the demonic incident by the people of the Badlands, this is also just hope.

"Peter, everything will be fine, we will go out soon, and you will surely see an Ivan who is safe and sound."

Erwin patted the tavernkeeper on the shoulder, comforting him with a sad face, knowing that the man was worried about his young child.

However, judging from the staffing of the mysterious place, the child should not be involved in the battle.

Erwin thinks so, but Peter thinks that since Sean is involved, Ivan is very likely to be unavoidable.

Why would a guy who is close to adulthood compare himself to a five-year-old?

Erwin couldn't figure this out, so he could only attribute the reason for Peter's concern to care, and it seemed that he was a kind-hearted boss who cared for his employees.

"I understand," the tavernkeeper nodded, sighed, and cheered up, "I'm just a little worried about Ivan and Sean, they're just kids, they shouldn't be involved in such a brutal battle"

"Be optimistic, Peter."

Erwin smiled like a sunny one, a heartwarming smile, "Look at our battle here. Except for some impulsive guys, in fact, we will not have any casualties, and this must be the case with Ivan. Sean may be hiding somewhere in the dark, just waiting for us to end this fight. ”

"Me"

The tavernkeeper failed to voice his fears, he was worried about Ivan, and he was worried that the black substance was what Sean had done.

But Erwin took a slice of bread and went to check on the others.

Fred Arnold, the witcher, patted him on the shoulder and signaled that as long as it wasn't for the Seven Demon Kings of Hell, especially Diablo, the demon was actually a little chick, so there was no need to be afraid.

He was followed by a man who was not in good spirits, it was the middle-aged man who gave Fred Arnold the witcher his seventy-third consecutive victory, what a tragedy.

Erwin looked around with satisfaction, seeing that everyone was recuperating and preparing for the next wave of attacks.

However, the time for the next attack was not long in coming, and everyone was cooking on fire.

After this dinner, it's time to move on to the final victory.

As for the five winners of the Mystic Lands rules, Erwin and the others came to an agreement. According to the rules of the Mystic Lands, if the camp destroys the Abyss Pool, it is considered a victory, and to choose five winners, Erwin and the others do not know how they will choose from the thirty-five, but according to the first rule, they cannot kill each other.

Erwin had little interest in being the victor, but the rule that they couldn't kill each other was in line with his attitude.

"There are fewer people"

Erwin frowned, pulled one of the adventurers over and asked, "The number is not right, there are five more people"

"Them"

"Say"

Erwin looked in the direction of the Corrupted Lands, wondering why there were so many fools in the world, and wishing it wasn't what he thought.

Some couldn't bear Erwin's momentum, and the adventurer gave it all out.

"Fools, follow me and catch up with those fools."

Erwin interrupted the adventurers who were cooking on the fire, and with a wave of his hand they followed, fearing that the decisive battle would begin early.

It turned out that those adventurers had left a lot of strength in today's attack.

After observing the opposing defensive forces, they returned and discussed it, and decided to secretly and advance to the corrosive fields and pick the fruits of victory in their hands.

Although five of them with El

Wen agreed, and the five winners of the contest were judged by the people behind the creation of the mysterious place.

But, who doesn't want victory.

With this in mind, the five secretly decided to win.

If you contribute the most, you will at least add points to the project of choosing the winner, won't you?

No one questioned Erwin's decision, as if he had been subordinated to Erwin's prowess at first, and then blessed by his charisma.

Like an army, pack your belongings, check your equipment and medicines, and everyone assembles in a short time.

"Departure"

With Erwin's order, in a semicircular encirclement marching formation, the adventurers quickly set off towards the corrosive land.

Along the way, traces of the passage of the five people could be found from time to time, and Erwin's mind became heavier and heavier.

Their speed was not slow, but they still couldn't catch up with the five who were in high spirits.

"Let's go first, you follow."

Fred Arnold the Witcher, Peter, the Tavernhost, Brauney, and Michelle nodded, and as Elwin picked up.

Erwin's five-person team burst out faster than the rest of the people, which shows that the rest of the people are not as good as the five of them at all.

"Keep up the speed, don't rush, don't waste your energy."

As Erwin left, someone stepped forward to stabilize the slightly flustered adventurers, this middle-aged man was actually a middle-aged man who had never won a game of Gwent.

"Don't die"

The middle-aged man sensed that something was wrong, and he had more contact with the witcher Fred Arnold, and knew a lot of inside information. For example, demons and the like, the black substance is the product of demons.

He silently played a game for Fred Arnold the Witcher, and Fred Arnold the Witcher couldn't die.

In this way, the remaining twenty-five people kept moving forward at a speed that was neither fast nor slow, not that they did not want to, they really couldn't catch up with the speed of Erwin's five.

"Oops"

Erwin spread his fingers and motioned for the others to stop, to hide.

"The smell of blood."

Elwin nodded, his eyes full of admiration for Fred Arnold, the witcher.

"What a quick guy."

At the same time, the tavernkeeper. Brauney and Michelle also smelled this strong smell of blood, they were already close to the corrosive ground, but they didn't meet the five people who secretly set off along the way, judging from this smell of blood, either they won or they had already won

The five members of Elwin's team are more inclined to the latter option, after all, even they are cautious and cautious in the face of the final battle.

"Fred Arnold went to a high place to see what was going on over there, and he couldn't venture at this time."

"Hmm."

Fred Arnold, the witcher, leapt up to the treetops, and with a flick, climbed to the top.

"Wait for Fred Arnold's report, we'll make the next decision, we'll hey, where are you going"

The tavernkeeper's face turned pale, and he trembled as he walked forward.

Ignoring Erwin's resistance, he walked towards the bloody fellow.

"Why are you here?"

Holding the bloodstained Aghanim Scepter in one hand, and opening the five fingers of the other, he grabbed the adventurer who fell to the ground, and thick black smoke was coming out of the adventurer's body and entering his body.