Hearing this, Lancet turned his head to the female mage behind him, and the other party's chest rose and fell rapidly, obviously the mood swing was quite large at this time. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

There was a fire in the house, her parents were burned to death, and she was rescued, which is exactly the same as the life experience that Moria told herself at the beginning.

"My lord, can you tell me where Andy's home is?" Ranster had a vague sense that things were going in an unpredictable direction.

……

Another magical body with the blood of Aukus?

Lancet couldn't imagine what kind of enemy he might face next, and now that the cultists were not enough, could it be that the phantom of Aukus would appear again? Or maybe it's just the clone of the undead monarch.

But maybe it wasn't that bad, and if Andy's home wasn't what he and the mage thought it would be, it might be a false alarm.

"There!" Moria said, pointing to the front left.

Skimming across the streets on the outskirts of Northcounty, a lone house stands in ruins, definitely the place they were looking for.

The two of them sped up to the ruins.

Perhaps the charred ashes had disappeared after many rains, and Moriah ran to the middle of the ruins, trying to find any useful clues around.

Lancet paced around the ruins casually, occasionally flipping through the various pieces on the ground, hoping that there might be something he wanted underneath.

"Master, a couple of guys have passed towards you...... I suggest you guys get out of there quickly! Eddard's hurried voice in the sky rang in Ranster's head, and he ran to the mage and grabbed her hand, and was about to run in the direction of the horse.

Several figures quickly appeared in front of him, blocking Ranster's direction as he swung a giant scythe that glittered with death in his hand and slashed at him.

The female mage repelled the opponent's attack with a timely flaming hand, and taking advantage of the time she had gained, Lancet decisively imprisoned the attackers with a frozen blade sweep.

Only then did he have time to take a look at the attackers.

Each of them wore a dark red cloak, with only two eyes slightly exposed. The body is also dark red leather armor, which protects the important parts of the body behind the armor.

The death scythe in their hands, reflecting the cold light, made their identities come out.

The Crimson Acolyte of Aukus.

"(Abyssal language) The Lord of the Sheep's Horns who will sacrifice you to destruction!"

The five crimson acolytes whispered in unison. As the ice dissipated beneath them, their figures quickly advanced towards the retreating Ranster and Moria.

As soon as the female mage raised her hands, a piece of slippery grease instantly appeared in front of the crimson acolyte, and one of these mid-level believers of Aukus was unsteady on their feet and slid to the ground.

The Demon Hunter wouldn't miss such a good opportunity, and he pulled one of his enemies with a lightning hook, his sword sinking into the crimson acolyte's chest from behind.

Even if he was so badly injured, he couldn't kill him directly, and the crimson acolyte held the giant scythe with his backhand to try to fight back against Lancet behind him, but was hit in the head directly from the side by a blazing blast from Moria.

The remaining four enemies had quickly moved out of the greasy spell's control, one of them casting an obscure spell in his mouth.

Lancet was so familiar with the spell that he spat out of his mouth that he couldn't have been more familiar with it, and he rushed forward with an arrow to interrupt the spell casting.

The other three crimson acolytes appeared beside Lancet just in time, and the scythe, which radiated the eroded energy of death, silently slashed over.

The mage held out her finger at the enemies surrounding Lenster, and a bright rainbow of light erupted from her finger, knocking the three crimson acolytes into a state of vertigo.

Without the interference of the enemies around him, Lancet dodged to the crimson acolyte who was chanting the incantation, and the long sword in his hand swept towards the opponent's throat.

The Okus mid-level believer's spell was clearly at its most critical stage, and he didn't want to and couldn't interrupt the next spell. So he had to distract himself and wield the giant scythe, in a vain attempt to put a little pressure on Ranster in front of him, so that he could complete the spell.

Ignoring the slow-swinging scythe, Lancet teleported directly behind the other man, and the sword stabbed into the back of the crimson acolyte's neck from behind.

The spell from his mouth turned into a whimper of pain, and Lancet drew his sword and kicked him to the other three still stunned foes, his fiery red hand unleashing the long-gathered flame spell.

The shockwave-like flames instantly swept through the bodies of the four crimson acolytes, the dark red cloak on the outside was directly burned to pieces, the leather armor inside also turned black under the high temperature, and the skin was directly torn to pieces under the raging flames.

The acolyte who had been pierced through the throat had lost their vital signs before the fire spell was cast, and the other three mid-level followers of Aukus had also lost most of their life force by the deadly flames, and had become the end of the crossbow.

Although the appearance of the three crimson acolytes had been burned beyond recognition by the flames, the blood-drenched claw symbol on their foreheads slowly flowed as if they were alive.

There was no suspense in the next battle, and Lancet easily killed the three crippled cultists with the cooperation of the female mage, and killed a total of five Aukus mid-level believers unscathed.

"Moria, we have to go." Seeing the mage back in the middle of the ruins again, Lancet had to warn him, "They could come back at any time." ”

Moria stopped the witcher with a wave of her hand, carefully probing the ruins for possible clues.

"When I woke up from the fire, everything was burning except my own room." Moria slowly walked through the ruins, clumps of trash tossed into corners by the mage's hand as her fingers swirled.

"Just because the Overseer Mage of the North County can't find a clue doesn't mean I can't find it either."

"There must be somewhere here that hasn't been burned, there must be."

The female mage left pieces of garbage elsewhere, almost obsessively searching for clues. And as she magically removed the remains of the roof, revealing a thick carpet with charred corners on the ground, a flash of excitement came over Moria's face.

As she was about to lift the ragged yellow-black carpet, Ranster grabbed her wrist.

"I'll do it anyway." Given the potential danger ahead, he preemptively lifted the carpet, revealing a circular pull tab underneath.