The arrival of dawn is always accompanied by darkness, and the already dim moonlight begins to grow thinner and thinner, and the darkest hour is slowly approaching. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Lancet's chest heaved violently, and he pursed his lips as he struggled to adjust his breathing. The Iron Wolf Leader, who had been waiting for an opportunity across from him, didn't seem to feel the slightest tiredness, and he dragged his greatsword to the ground, making a noise to interfere with Ranster's judgment.

"What, this is tired?" Dezik asked mockingly.

It wasn't quite dark yet, and Lancet could clearly see the disdainful sneer on the other man's face through his dim vision.

He calmed down his breathing, and regardless of whether the other party could see it or not, he returned a sneer to the Iron Wolf Leader.

"I was just thinking...... "Ranster's tone was particularly relaxed, "what did Anvel give you to make you so desperate?" Money? Woman? Right? ”

Things have developed to this point, and Dezik doesn't believe that the other party didn't guess who his backstage is, so he doesn't show much surprise.

"Something you've never heard of, and I promise you won't hear it again after today."

The words of the Iron Wolf Leader were full of threat.

"Something I've never heard of...... Are you sure you don't mean death? Ranster chuckled and asked rhetorically.

His words just hit the heart of Dezik, the Iron Wolf Leader is so dedicated to this task and even sacrifices the entire Iron Wolf Mercenary Group that he has cultivated single-handedly, although there is a reason why the Marquis of Dragon City has an irresistible temptation to him, but the most important thing is the threat of the other party to him.

If a Tagus wants to kill you, the best thing you should be aware of is your friends and companions behind you.

He didn't dare to say no to Anvre's "request", not only that, but he also had to take a mercenary group with all his efforts, and if necessary, he had to be ready to die.

That's better than life than death.

Dezik touched his chest, a burning pain still lingering on the skin on his chest.

"Have you ...... rested?" he raised the greatsword in his hand, and the smile on his face was no longer there.

Lancet was also keenly aware that the other party had put away the casual attitude he had just had, and the next thing he had to face was the leader of the Iron Wolf Mercenary Regiment, Dezik, who was going all out.

His left hand brushed the blade of the sword, and the green flames enveloped the sharp blade again.

Dezik swung his greatsword and charged at the waiting Ranster, slashing his sword into the top of his opponent's head, using this brutal way of pure power to exhaust Ranster.

The Iron Wolf Leader, a primitive man who generally has no obvious moves, really made Lancet at a loss, and he couldn't do anything but parry the opponent's powerful attack.

Moreover, he couldn't fight the opponent with a sword in one hand, and only two hands together could withstand Dezik's stormy attack.

This meant that he didn't have a chance to cast any spells at all.

"Looks like I've got it to your heart, Your Excellency, Commander." Ranster fended off Dezick's attack with some stretches as he tried to distract his opponent.

"He never wanted to keep you alive, let alone the ethereal things he promised you."

"Didn't you think about escaping? No matter how powerful Anvre was, it was impossible for him to find a single person in the whole of Tyrenriel who had the heart to hide. ”

The Witcher dodged a sweep from Dezik and leaped backwards out of his opponent's control.

Then he lowered the tip of his sword, as he saw that Dezik did not chase after him, but instead stood up straight at Silence, and then rested his greatsword on the ground.

"If 'he' is right, you must have seen this thing, honorable Demon Hunter." Dezik said in a deep voice.

Lancet felt a little surprised, he was not surprised that the other party had told the Iron Wolf Leader his identity, but that he had seen a mark under the back of his neck when the other party pulled the scale armor apart.

It was part of an intact spell sigil, and judging by its color, the shape of the exposed parts, or the abyssal language written on it, it was inseparable from the undead monarch of the Endless Abyss.

"The Dark Gift of the Immortals." Lancet is quite aware of this mark.

The spell sigil is supposed to have been drawn by a vampire leader, and the creature with this sigil has half a foot in the vampire's door.

"Looks like you know about it." Dezik let go of his grip on the collar, and the mark of evil vanished from Ranster's sight.

"Is there a way?" There was a hint of anticipation in his deep voice.

When the Spellless Mark appears on you, you can't get rid of it directly. There are only two ways to get rid of this mark completely.

One is that when you die, find a priest who can perform resurrection before dawn to resurrect you.

Another way is to cut off your head when you die.

There is no other way.

After a brief silence, the Iron Wolf Leader drew his greatsword from the ground.

Lancet couldn't help but smile wryly, it seemed that this battle was inevitable after all. It's not that he doesn't want to tell the other party about either method, it's just that he's sure either one is not what Dezik wants to hear.

A priest who can resurrect the arts, that's only a legendary existence. And if he told him to cut off his head, Lancet believed that the next moment the Iron Wolf Leader would rush up with a giant sword and split himself in half.

The moon in the sky was completely invisible in the forest, the night was getting darker, and the darkest hour before dawn was coming.

The scales on Dezik's body had been cut long, and it was now like wearing a waistcoat without buttons. Although he looked a little embarrassed, he was not seriously injured.

On the other hand, Lenster's side can no longer be described as embarrassed. The leather armor on his body had long since gone to an unknown place, and the blood flowing from the wounds in no less than a dozen places on his body had dyed the white shirt that had turned into strips of rags red.

His legs were trembling slightly, and being able to maintain a standing position was already his limit.

Lancet had to admit that he had failed to perform a miracle in the face of this warrior who was obviously higher in rank than himself.

When Dezik rushed to his side, he couldn't keep up with the other man's speed, and the Iron Wolf Leader grabbed him by the neck and kicked him to his knees.

He tried to swing the sword in his hand, but Dazik easily snatched it from his hand.

Then he felt a chill in his back, and half of the blade of the magic sword leaked through his chest.

Looking at the blood that kept dripping from the tip of the sword, Lancet's consciousness became more and more blurred.