The two wraiths let out a high-pitched cry and flew towards Lancet from both sides again. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Kill him! Tear him to shreds! Two spirits screamed and attacked him.

Lancet dodged the other with ease, but they had no intention of stopping. Dodging the spirit's claws three times in a row, he was stretched nearly ten yards away from Moria.

"There's no time, control that girl!" Seeing that the distance was far enough, the male ghost hissed at his fellow kind, and he rushed towards the nervous expression of Lancet, apparently to buy time for the female ghost who pounced on Moria.

The female ghost sped towards the female apprentice leaning against the corner, and flew at full speed as if it was about to crash directly into Moria's body.

Although it was unable to harness the power of the source of filth, if it could successfully integrate into Moria's soul, this ghost could completely control the unconscious soul of the female apprentice for a long time.

At the same time that the female ghost rushed towards Moria, Lanster had already swung his magic sword and ran towards the male ghost without hesitation.

Leaning down with ease to dodge the opponent's claws, the witcher's sword stabbed unhindered into the ghost's void and made a wide opening in the opponent's body, nearly slicing it in two.

The male ghost let out a desperate scream, this time the fatal blow was too much for him to bear, it could no longer maintain its flying posture, and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

Giving up moving through the Lance in a phasic stance, it was meant to use its spirit to block the other and buy time for its companion to occupy the girl's soul.

It was only a second or two, but now it seemed that he couldn't catch up with the ghost that rushed at full speed at the female apprentice.

But at this moment, the witcher's body disappeared from its place in the blink of an eye, and the next moment it appeared behind the ghost.

The sword slashed through its head with a shattering sound, and with a reluctant roar, the ghost fell into the same fate as its kind just now, turning into a wisp of smoke and dust.

Attack Shelter - It was just now that Lanster activated this sword mage's class trait that he instantly flashed behind the ghost and successfully destroyed it with a single blow.

At this time, the witcher had just breathed a sigh of relief, and due to the inertia of rushing forward and flashing, he plunged headlong into Moria's arms, and the unconscious female apprentice let out a painful snort, which showed that Lancet had just tried his best.

Even in the spirit realm, the witcher seemed to be able to smell the unique scent of blue flowers on the soft body of the other. Scrambling to get up from the female apprentice, he was embarrassed to find her staring at him in a daze.

Lancet smiled reluctantly, fearing that Moria, who had woken up, would be angry and desperate with herself. The two men sat on the ground and looked at each other for a long time, and the witcher noticed that the female apprentice's eyes gradually returned to their previous vitality and agility.

"Where are we?"

"Listen to me......"

The two men spoke almost at the same time.

"Explain? What to explain? Moria found that she was in terrible pain all over her body, especially when she gasped for breath, and there would be a pain in her chest. She propped herself on the ground with one hand, covered her chest with the other and coughed.

Ranster tugged at the corners of his mouth covertly, not expecting that he had almost completed the fatal blow just now.

"Uh, nothing."

Seeing that the female apprentice looked like she had not yet woken up, he swallowed what he was about to say back into his stomach decisively and wisely.

"Give me a hand." After more than a minute, Moria's breathing finally returned to evenness, but her face looked a little pale.

"Ah, ......" Ranster gently grabbed the female apprentice by the shoulders and slowly helped her up.

Moria's head let out a muffled grunt of pain, and Lancet knew in his heart that this was the after-effect of being mind-controlled.

Fortunately, as a mage, Moria's spell resistance is still much stronger than Ranster's. Although they are both arcane classes, the mage's spell resistance is definitely one of the best.

Soon the female apprentice adjusted her state, and she looked at the cabin where the two of them were a little confused, with a tangled expression of nostalgia and pain on her face.

"We're in a nightmare, aren't we?" She quickly hid her expression and asked Lancet.

After getting the other party's affirmation, Moria's face was relieved.

Through a series of expressions on the female apprentice's face, Lanster deduced that her memories should be stuck in the time when she entered the demonic nightmare, and there is no memory of everything she had just experienced.

"We need to hurry, we must complete the trial as soon as possible......" Moria's expression had returned to her usual indifference at this time, "If we are here for too long......"

The female apprentice's words stopped abruptly at this point, and it was only now that she noticed the bloodstains on Lancet's shirt and the battle around her waist.

Looking around at the devastation in the cabin again, she instantly understood what had just happened.

It was impossible for this scene to be the one that had just entered the nightmare.

"How long have we been here?" Moria asked in a low voice.

"Long enough." Lancet chuckled and teased, trying not to make the atmosphere seem so solid, "It's been so long that we can find an exit now." ”

"How did I get here?"

Moria's question made a smile freeze on Lancet's face, and he really didn't know how to tell her.

"You want to hear the truth?" Lancet asked with a sigh.

"Say."

"Well, to be honest......" he shrugged his shoulders and met the female apprentice's persistent look, "I honestly don't know how you got here, but...... I found you here. ”

Lancet hesitated, but opened his mouth anyway.

He told her the truth, including what the succubus Serra and the two spirits had done to her.

Listening to Lancet's words, Moria's face became more and more cold, and the clenched fists under the apprentice's robe were trembling slightly.

Since these two ghosts knew how their parents died, the succubus that Lancet had just mentioned would definitely know even more.

Seeking the truth and getting revenge is the only thought on Moria's mind right now.

……

"Are you sure the exit is in this direction?" Lancet asked the female apprentice.

Moria nodded, "I can sense its presence, it's at the end of this trail." ”

She had just managed to sense the location of the exit under the guidance of Lancet, and now they were walking through the narrow path full of gravel and thorns.

For a moment, both of them were stepping up, and no one spoke.

The female apprentice frowned slightly, not knowing what she was thinking, while Lancet was engrossed in any change around her through the witcher's senses.

His plan to control Moriah through the source of filth was sabotaged by him, and the next seemingly not-so-distant journey could not be described as dangerous.

Although I don't know what kind of tricks the other party will use, there is always nothing wrong with being careful.

Not only that, but there was also a Marquis of Dragon City in the Hall of Trials in the Obelisk staring at the two of them.

God knows if Anvre will do something.

"Can't you hurry any faster?" Lancet urged.

Moria glanced at him and shook her head, "I can't sense the exact location of the exit. ”

It's clear she's lying.

The witcher frowned, in the case of being able to complete the trial and leave the nightmare, the female apprentice's behavior can be said to be quite abnormal.

"Miss Mage, don't you want to leave the Demon Nightmare?" Lancet asked tentatively.

Moria was silent, and after a moment she opened her mouth with determination.

"Lancet, I need your help."

"Oh?" This was the first time that the other party called his name, and the witcher couldn't help but feel a little flattered, but the other party's next request was rejected by him without hesitation.

……

"Is the plan going well?" The Marquis asked in a low voice as he tapped his index finger impatiently on the armrest of the chair.

"It's a bit off from our plan, but it'...... It's still under the control of adults. ”

"Preferably what you say." Anvre muttered quietly, already thinking about how to defeat the two in the trial.

If he can't control the female apprentice's body, it would be better to destroy it to make him feel at ease.

In front of the mage and Templar teams flanked by the Dragon City Dragoons, Chief Mage Elohim and the Holy See Inquisitor Hastings were also watching the trial.

"Do you think these two little ones will be able to complete the trial, old man?" The telepathy brought Eloin's voice to Hastings' ears, and the presiding judge glanced at the chief mage who had closed his eyes and was asleep, and passed the thought back into his mind.

"If I hadn't looked away, they would have come back."

Hearing this, the old mage half-opened his eyes and cast an appreciative look at his trial partner back then.

"I thought I was the only one who saw the identity of that kid, but I didn't expect your eyesight to have not regressed."

"The people who can recognize his true identity are just you and me, two old guys, right?"

"Tsk, tsk, I haven't seen a living witcher in almost a hundred years." The old mage let out a sigh of emotion.

After the accession of the Three Kings and the beginning of the Reign of the Commonwealth, the number of remaining demons on the continent of Tyrenriel decreased dramatically, and the demon hunters who were still active in various regions gradually began to disappear.

Without demons, the existence of witchers becomes dispensable. Due to their eccentric personalities and unusual appearance, some people even began to call them "monsters".

"The second son of the Tagus family looks like he can't bear it anymore." The presiding judge always paid attention to the Marquis of Dragon City's every move, and coming to participate in the trial as a temporarily transferred member of the Order Council was full of conspiracy and calculation.

"Whatever this Tagus wants to do to my chief apprentice, I'm going to make him regret coming here." There was an intimidating threat in the Chief Mage's old voice.