The whistling blade swept across the enemy in front of him, splattering a stream of blood. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info Lenster maneuvered between the four heavily armed mercenaries with ease, without the slightest stretch.

"Looks like you've benefited a lot from that remnant leaf." Eddard said as he swept over the head of an enemy, and Lancet took advantage of his distraction to cut off his head with a sword.

"I have to clarify, this is my real strength." The witcher grinned, and the sword in his hand struck the chest of one of the opponents again, knocking him to the ground.

"Say whatever you want......" The raven chimed in, piercing the third mercenary's throat with its sharp beak.

The last of the foe, apparently frightened, retreated with trembling legs and began to run wildly.

"He's going to run, he's going to ......"

Before Ed could finish speaking, Lancet pulled out the throwing knife from his waist and threw it forward, hitting the deserter in the back of the heart.

The latter only had time to let out a muffled grunt before he fell to the ground with a whimper.

"Well, when I didn't say it." Raven whispered a joke to herself, flapping her wings and flying forward behind Lancet.

"How many people have we killed?" Lenster asked telepathically as he walked quickly and silently through the ruins.

"Oh, if you count the two who fell to their deaths, it's exactly twenty." Ed simply quoted the numbers.

"And half ......" he thought back to the number of enemy mercenaries at the time of the escape, and roughly came to the conclusion that he is now.

"In fact, there is still half of it left. Of course, there are also a few difficult guys like you on the other side, which are not too easy to deal with. "Before entering the ruins of this temple, Ed had been hovering in mid-air, and it could be said that he knew the number of Iron Wolf mercenaries well.

"Thanks for the reminder." Lancet teased with a wry smile.

Dezik, "Squirrel", Ander, and Priestess Evan, these four are simply a much greater threat than the mercenaries combined.

A person and a bird chatted about the sky, but the speed under their feet has not slowed down.

When the two turned a fork in the road and saw two enemies a dozen yards away, Lancet quickly swung his left hand and struck one of them with a lightning hook that accurately pulled him in front of his eyes.

When Lancet's sword sank into the opponent's body, the other enemy had his eyes gouged out by Ed's sharp claws.

The witcher rushed over and ended his wail of pain with a sword, followed by a loud shout and the sound of running from far and near.

"They found us." Raven looked at his master, waiting for his next instructions.

"It's a matter of time." Lancet pulled a sword flower in his right hand and exhaled lightly, "This saves us the trouble of searching." ”

Then he took a battle stance, and the fiery red light in the palm of his left hand grew brighter and stronger.

"I'll get them all in one go."

……

Ander and Ivan quickly ran to the spot where the screams were heard, and a dozen mercenaries followed closely behind them, each looking like they were facing a great enemy.

Lancet just stood there for a long time, watching the two pros order their mercenaries to surround themselves.

Discreetly, Andel put on his helmet, raised his tomahawk, and walked over to the witcher.

"Any last words?" A muffled voice came from under his helmet.

Ranster tugged at the corners of his mouth, but didn't speak.

"Good." Ander nodded, the battle axe in his hand pointing at the witcher in front of him, "Kill him." ”

The mercenaries who received the order immediately swarmed up, and slashed at Lancet's body with all sorts of weapons.

With his sword in both hands, a storm of scorching flames swept from the blade, and he swung his sword at the enemy in front of him, and the red tongue of fire instantly devoured the mercenaries, turning them into burning people.

The rest of the mercenaries retreated with some cringe, they had slain all kinds of monsters, but they had never seen a half-elf who could burn people alive with just a swing of a sword.

"He's a goddamn wizard, absolutely yes!" Fearful shouts rang out from among those who retreated.

Fear began to spread like a contagion, gradually filling the hearts of these mercenaries. They weren't afraid of death, but they didn't want to end up like the ones who were burned to death by the flames.

"You idiots, he's not some kind of wizard, kill him for me!" Endel roared and pushed away his cowering men, picking up his tomahawk and slashing it at Leinster's head.

The witcher leaped back with ease, dodging his fatal blow.

No need to control ...... To release ...... Release!

Ranster thought silently about the inspiration he had received from the remnants of the Yaling, and then pressed his left hand, which had turned fiery red, to the front of Andrew's helmet.

“Naur！ (Flames!) As he spat out elven words, a powerful blast of arcane energy erupted violently from Lance's left arm to his palm.

The flames enveloped all the enemies in front of Lancet like a shockwave. First and foremost was the warrior Andre.

The other mercenaries who had been struck by the fire spell let out a cry of pain. Only Ander, the absolute elite of the Iron Wolf Mercenary Regiment, didn't even have a chance to wail, and was directly roasted into a skeleton by the flames that rushed in his face.

The charred neck bones were clearly unable to withstand the Iron Wolf mercenary's head, and only a crisp "click" was heard as the bones cracked, and Ander's skull rolled to the ground along with the reddish bronze helmet that had been burned on it.

The priestess Evan was far away, and the blazing flames forced her to protect her face, but did not cause any substantial harm to the priestess.

When she saw her companion in such a different place, Ivan let out a cry of grief.

"I want you to bury him." The hideous-faced priestess squeezed the words out between her teeth. She unfastened her mallet from her belt, and as she chanted the incantation, a stream of lightning and thunder staggered over her weapon, and the priestess herself was enveloped in a whirlwind.

Lancet took a deep breath and sank the center of gravity of his body slightly, and the priestess walked towards this side with a mace, but it gave him the feeling of being a great enemy.

He watched Evan's every move carefully, and when the priestess was three or four yards away from him, he saw the other's shoulders sink down.

"It's coming!" Ranster sensed Evan's attack and poked his sword out first. Sure enough, the other party's actions were just as he expected, and the weapon in the priestess's right hand slashed towards his chest.

The sword and the hammer slammed together, bursting into a burst of fierce fire.