Passing through gravel roads and a section of dark, damp woods, Lenster encountered little decent attack. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In addition to zombies and skeletons, there are most monsters unique to the spirit world: spirits.

They have no entity, and float in mid-air like luminous objects. The best way to deal with such monsters is to attack from a distance - in the spirit realm, physical attacks can also deal considerable damage to such ethereal spirits.

These monsters didn't do much of a hindrance to Ranster, and he could be said to have left the low wood behind him with ease.

The experience points have reached more than 500 points, which is more than half of the experience bar.

However, the witcher's face was solemn.

Not far in front of him, in the middle of a small, low-lying waterlogged, overgrown swamp, a lonely log cabin stood eerily there.

Lancet could clearly feel that his target was in this building.

……

The inside of the hut is in the same condition as its dilapidated exterior.

The damp, moldy floor groaned with toothache, and the crumbling roof and moth-infested beams made it feel as if they were about to collapse at any moment.

The corner where the blackened wooden walls meet the roof is already a world of spiders, and dusty cobwebs are scattered on them, and the cold wind blows through the blackened cracks in the windows.

It's like a scene after a fire has raged.

Moria sat quietly on the chair next to the table, with a smile on her lips.

There were two translucent spirits standing beside her, one of whom was prostrating in the female apprentice's ear, her lips twining and saying something; Another man held a cup in his hand, the liquid in which churned and wisps of black smoke came out from time to time.

"The source of filth." Lancet recognized the contents of the cup as soon as he entered.

The source of filth, the most evil thing that is said to be able to pollute and even destroy the souls of the gods forever. In the year of chaos, there was indeed a demigod who was deprived of his godhead and eventually fell to his death.

"Miss Mage!" The witcher shouted, and the female apprentice sitting in the chair didn't seem to hear it, but the two spirits turned their heads in unison.

The hideous expression on their faces contrasted sharply with Moria's numb, hollow complexion.

"Two Transformative Spirits ...... Confuse People"

The source of ghosts and filth, Lancet instantly determined that the bewitched woman was Moria's true body.

For the soul of a mage apprentice, it took so much trouble to connect with the previous series of performances of the Marquis of Anvre, and Lancet faintly guessed something in his heart.

He slowly reached towards his waist, his eyes fixed on the cup in the male ghost's hand.

The other party also seemed to see through his thoughts, and people were caught off guard and poured the rising black mist into Moria's mouth.

In the next instant, the male ghost's right hand was struck through by the throwing knives that shot at him, along with the cup.

The cup fell to the ground, and the black substance inside twisted and struggled on the floor like a living thing, making a "sizzle" sound, and slowly turned into a puddle of water.

The source of the filth will die out quickly after leaving the special container in which it is contained - unless there is an intact soul that can parasitize it.

The male ghost let out a miserable cry and covered the palm that had been severed off by the witcher's throwing knife. His screams softened Moria's expression, and the female apprentice's face showed concern.

"Father, what's wrong with you, father?" It was the first time that Lancet had heard such an anxious tone from a female apprentice.

At that time, Lancet had never heard anyone mention the past of the demigod mage Moria, not even in the books or miscellaneous notes.

He glanced at the two ghosts, which looked like the images of a middle-aged couple. Wraiths are adept at disguising themselves as close to their victims to confuse each other, and these two are no exception.

Ranster drew his sword and moved forward slowly, he couldn't keep the female apprentice with the two dangerous spirits.

Seeing this, the female ghost had a jealous and resentful expression on her face, and turned her head to scream at Moria, who looked concerned.

"My dear daughter, it's him...... He was the one who burned down our home! ”

With her scream, the bodies of the two spirits slowly turned into charcoal glowing red, and their entire heads became unrecognizable.

"It's him, who burned us!"

"Dear daughter! It's him! ”

Looking at her charred parents, Moria's body swayed violently with the scream, her eyes revealing extreme fear, and her mouth letting out a whimper of pain.

"No, no, no...... Don't die! Father, mother......" She was like a little girl, her eyes filled with tears, "don't leave me...... No! ”

The two spirits had retreated behind the emotionally uncontrollable female apprentice, who put her arm around Moria's shoulders and pointed her charred hand at the cautious-looking witcher.

"Dear daughter, you want to save us...... You must kill him! ”

"Save you...... Save you......" The female apprentice raised her head and looked at Lancet not far in front of her, her eyes slowly regaining a hint of clarity.

The witcher instinctively sensed the danger, and rolled away from the position he had just taken.

"Kill you!" A burst of scorching fire exploded behind him with Mauria's slightly frantic screams, and the rising heat blasted into Lance's back with the debris of the wooden floor, the scorching pain that made him grit his teeth.

The female apprentice's gaze followed Lancet closely the whole time, and as her hands swung, a blazing fireball gradually formed between her hands.

Lancet quickly straightened his half-crouched legs and swooped forward behind the pillars in the cabin.

With a loud "boom", the waist-thick wooden pillar was broken by Moria's spell, and the dust on the roof, the flying wood chips mixed with the waves of fireballs formed a curtain of smoke, instantly blocking the view from the opposite side.

"Kill him! Kill him! The two spirits screamed in a terrible voice.

Moria gasped, her bloodshot eyes fixed on the smoke, and the next spell had begun to take shape in her hands.

The smoke is slowly dissipating.

At that moment, a vague shadow slammed through the smoke and flew in the direction of the doorway.

The female apprentice let out a low cry, and the fiery explosion in her hand erupted again towards the rushing shadow.

The golden flames struck Ranster's torn breastplate with precision, and the flames enveloped it, instantly burning to ashes.

Only the flying knife that couldn't stop its momentum broke out of the encirclement of flames and stubbornly nailed to the wooden door, making a "buzzing" tremble.

Almost at the same time as the female apprentice threw out the blazing explosion, there was a flash of lightning in the smoke that had gradually dissipated, and a dazzling lightning arm thick silently poked out of the fog and accurately hit Moria's body.

Before the female apprentice could let out a muffled grunt of pain, the lightning had already carried her back to Ranster's side in a hurry.

A hand pressed on the back of Moria's neck, and the female apprentice finally fell asleep peacefully.

Lancet breathed a sigh of relief.

From throwing a throwing knife with a cuirass to a precise lightning hook just now, the plan was almost a second he came up with after hiding behind the pillar.

"It seems that I am still immortal." He smiled self-deprecatingly. As the smoke cleared, the figures of the two ghosts not far in front of him were clearly visible.

"If you dare to go against Lord Avada, die!"

"Long live Queen Avida!"

Two spirits, one left and one right, wrapped around Ranster's side.

He picked up Moria, who was still unconscious, and gently retreated to the corner and put it down, reflexively protecting her.

If you want her to really come to her senses, the only way to do it is to kill the two monsters in front of her.

Holding the sword in one hand, Lancet exhaled deeply, his spirit had entered a state of high concentration at this time.

Faced with two spirits of higher rank than himself, he must find a chance to win by surprise while parrying the opponent's attacks.

The female ghost's sharp claws on the left quickly grabbed at his face, and Lancet could only dodge without waiting for him to make a move, and the attack of the other male ghost also came as expected.

He had to make another move, only after two strokes, and after two strokes, Lancet found that he had been nearly two yards away from Moria.

He tried to back down again, but the female ghost screamed and lunged at him again.

"It's not the way to go." The witcher pursed his lips, the sword in his hand in an attacking stance.

In order to avoid being pulled away from him, he was ready to take the opponent's attack hard.

The screaming female ghost had instantly arrived in front of Lancet, he steadied his breath, and the long sword that emitted a deadly green flame saw the opportunity to slash upward, and the opponent's attack had been neutralized by him.

And his next swing only slashed into the air.

The translucent spirit passed through Lancet's body without hindrance, letting out a strange and unpredictable laugh.

At the same time, the other ghost's sharp claw swept fiercely across the witcher's waist, and without the protection of the leather armor, the wound on the shirt was instantly soaked with red blood.

Unaffected by this, Ranster leaped forward as if nothing happened, once again in front of the unconscious female apprentice.

"There's no point in you doing that." The voice of the ghost shadow came from the other side, "You have no power to fight back, you will only die here in agony." ”

"Get out of here, and we'll let you live." The other chimed in softly.

Hearing this, an unbearable smile appeared on the witcher's face.

"Let me live? Wait for that succubus to come and then slowly deal with me? Lanster hooked his fingers at the two ghosts, his dark eyes sharper than ever, "This kind of trick will save me, I'm going to solve it quickly." ”