The two wooden swords quickly entwined together, making a crisp sound. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ranster abandoned the basic swordsmanship he had been using in favor of the elven sword dance he had learned from Sindariel.

The wooden sword in his hand resembled a leaping elf, each blow to Kerena looking light yet deadly.

With a sword in one hand, she fended off all of Lancester's attacks without water, and even had time to talk to him.

"It's too slow to be my student." She was talking leisurely, but the other hand behind her back was rapidly accumulating mana.

Ranster's size grew faster and faster, and he almost used the sword dance attacks he had learned to the extreme, but he still couldn't break through his opponent's defenses, not even Kerena's side.

"Use this when you can't break through the enemy's defenses." The female sword mage took advantage of the moment when Lancet attacked, and the left hand behind her back suddenly stretched out.

“Tour！ (Shock!) An unstoppable arcane energy emanated from her hand, knocking the unsuspecting Lance on the head.

Lancet only felt that he was frozen by Kerena for a moment, and his immovable body immediately revealed huge flaws.

Without hesitation, she slammed her sword into Ranster's wrist, unloading his weapon, and then immediately drew the wooden sword in her hand towards his face.

Ranster, who had just recovered his mobility from the shock, did not retreat, and he lunged towards Kelena as he ducked his head to avoid the sharpened wooden sword.

Lancet's action this time was beyond the expectations of the other party, and under the somewhat surprised gaze of the female sword mage, he slapped his flaming left hand heavily on the opponent's chest.

A shockwave of the Fire Spell Seal erupted from his hand, enveloping Kerena in an instant. Lancet took the opportunity to retreat to a safe position and looked at the female sword mage under the baptism of flames.

Kerena slowly stepped out of the flames, her body as if surrounded by a protective shield, and the raging flames could not get close to her.

"[Elf] well done." Kerena smiled approvingly, "Hopefully the Shock Curse can help you." ”

Shock Curse Seal?

Lanster looked at his left hand, and a wave of memories that didn't belong to him began to flood into his mind, and the female spirit and the altar in his vision began to become shaky and blurry, and then, after a whirlwind, Lanster gradually closed his eyes.

"Take care of Robb, one day it will take you to my ......" A dreamy murmur sounded in his mind, and Lancet rubbed his somewhat aching head to find himself back in the Temple of the Bright Moon.

The Hound behaved docilely when Ranster returned, running over and licking the witcher's face, showing his concern.

Lanster patted the wilderness hound, Robb, who happily stuck out his tongue and wagged his tail vigorously behind him.

"Dude, looks like you're going to have to go with me." He laughed and scratched Robb's back, and the hound barked twice in pleasure.

The raven flapped its wings and landed on Lancet's shoulder, and Moria followed.

"Are you alright?" The female mage asked with concern.

Ranster shook his head, and received the remnant leaves of the Yaling on the stone steps into the dimensional bag.

"Did I get your good dreams?" He asked with a smile.

When the female mage saw that he still had the spirit to joke, she knew that her worries were unnecessary.

Lancet stood up and moved his muscles a little, and began to recall the shock spell that had just been instilled in his mind.

He spread the five fingers of his left hand and began to quickly compress the wind elemental, and when it felt almost the same, Lancet's left hand slammed forward, and the wind element that was compressed at high speed blasted out like a transparent high-pressure cannon, knocking out a noticeable depression in the floor in the corner of the temple.

With a low arcane energy cost, short preparation time, and great power, this Stun Sigil is much more useful than the Fire Sigil.

……

Star City.

Queen Andrea seemed to be always languidly charming, half-reclining in her chair, the golden liquor in her glass swaying gently with her hand.

The old mage Loris stood respectfully in the doorway, half-hunched and did not even dare to look at his queen.

"You mean you lost them?" Queen Chenxing's soft voice spat out of his mouth, but it made him lower his waist.

Although he had discovered in a short period of time that the two Lancets had abandoned the horse that he had released to eavesdrop on the small eavesdropping circle, they were unable to find any traces in the snow due to the bad weather at the time.

"Your Majesty, I can still remedy ......," Loris said unwillingly.

Andrea interrupted the old mage with a wave of her hand, and drank the wine from her glass with ease.

"No need, Lorris. Don't worry about those two little ones, I need you to go to Eternal Night Harbor, Makanna's envoys will be there soon. ”

Andrea knew that the mage and her fellow Trials wouldn't be staying long in that chilly place in the North, and that they wouldn't be able to escape once they stepped into the Eye of the Mage.

"These two funny little guys are probably shivering in the snowstorm right now......"

……

The blizzard had passed, and Lenster rode his long-haired horse through the snow-covered north.

The long-haired horse is still the credit of Robb, and Lancet's summoning statue is completely damaged, and even if they are given a month without a means of transportation, they will not be able to get out of this dangerous place.

After that, Robb brought back the long-haired horse from the outside without saying a word, which solved the most basic problem of the two.

Ed circled in midair above Ranster, Robb at the side of the long-haired horse following the two of them leisurely and unhurriedly.

After a day and a night of rest in the underground temple, Lenster regained his senses, now staring intently at the road ahead, looking for the next sign.

There was no sign of the stone pillar made of stones, but Ed saw a corpse lying in the snow not far away.

The corpse was wearing a white cloak, but it was soaked in blood red.

"I think you should recognize him." Raven deliberately made a mistake and sent Lancet to the half-buried corpse and wiped the snow off the other man's face, finding that the badly wounded Northerner was still breathing.

Lancet patted the other man's cheek, causing him to slowly open his eyes.

After seeing the man in front of him clearly, the northerner grabbed Ranster's sleeve with the last of his strength, and a staccato sound came out of his mouth.

"Save ...... Save him...... Save Keith ......"