Lancet had already sensed that the whole trial was strange, and the attitude of the female apprentice gave him a premonition of extreme danger. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The female apprentice sneered and let go of the hand that was supporting the knight.

The half-elf's blade was tilted in favor of the female apprentice who was still standing, and he focused most of his attention on her, ignoring Morpheus, who had seemed unthreatening before.

The knight, who slowly slid towards the ground, bounced up the moment his knees were about to touch the ground, and the explosive force of his powerful force made him rush in front of Leinster in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, Lancet didn't have time to react at all, he just subconsciously swung his sword hilt and wanted to crash into the violent Morpheus, but he was easily kicked on the knee by the other party, and fell to the ground on his knees half-kneeling.

"Damn it!" Ranster gritted his teeth and struggled, but the sheer disparity in strength kept him crushed by the Templars' strong hands.

The female apprentice burst into laughter, and then slowly stepped forward and slowly lifted Lenster's chin with her fingers, a playful expression on her face.

"What's the matter with you, my poor knight......" It's not Moria's at all" She had a mocking smile on her face, "Need my help?" ”

Looking at her exaggerated and presumptuous words and deeds, and then thinking of the numb and empty expression of the knight behind her, the half-elf instantly judged the identity of the other party through the experience accumulated from years of dealing with demons.

"Succubus." Ranster frowned.

The previous trialists would have died here, and it was definitely the work of this seductive guy in front of him.

And the headache when he just entered the trial was not a sequelae at all, but the mental damage caused by the succubus in front of him trying to charm him.

Damn it! I'm still too careless.

Lancet cursed secretly, he knew that since the imposter came to him, it meant that the real Moria's situation should be very dangerous.

"Oh, that's a good guess...... It's a pity that there are no rewards. The succubus, who still showed the appearance of a female apprentice, slowly slid her fingers across Lenster's face, a seductive smile on the corner of her mouth, "But I'm curious, how did you guess?" ”

The half-elf was unmoved, his mind was spinning rapidly, trying to figure out a way out as soon as possible.

The opponent is a succubus, a rather difficult control enemy. However, for Lancet, who has been fighting these guys for many years in the game and is quite familiar with each other, even if he can't kill them smoothly, he is completely sure that he will get out of the way.

The real tricky thing is the Templar behind him, who is controlled by the Kiss of Charm. The opponent is a heavy armor defender with high strength and high physique, and he has a great advantage over a profession like himself that can only wear leather armor.

The pale green attribute panel quietly appeared, and Lancet swept through his spell slot, already making up his mind.

"I'm not going to say anything, I can't wait to get a taste of the Templar soul." The succubus licked her upper lip and made a wistful expression.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not a Pedro believer." Ranster grinned and shook his body in an attempt to break free of the knight's iron hoop arm, but failed.

"Ah, that's a shame." A hint of fake regret flashed across her face, which was replaced by a cruel smile.

"But it doesn't matter, someone specifically asked me to take care of you 'well'."

The half-elf didn't say anything, and his right hand suddenly broke free from the shackles of the knight behind him, and the long sword glowing green stabbed straight at the succubus in front of him.

The tip of the sword was no longer an inch away from the opponent's eyebrows, and the baron, who had been captured by the seductive kiss, had already grabbed his elbow competently.

"You should be an obedient and good boy." Lancet's actions made the smile on the succubus' face darken.

She glanced at the knight behind Lancet, and the half-elf felt a surge of power come from Morpheus's pincer-like hand, and he was brutally pushed to the ground.

"Oh, what a faux pas, I forgot to introduce myself......" The succubus's gentle voice came from above as her goat-like hooves ran over Lancet's sword-wielding wrist.

"My name is Serra. What about you, my 'dear' knight? ”

The half-elf snorted in pain, and the magic sword was out of its master's grasp, and Serra laughed and stepped on the magic sword that had lost its magic blessing, kicking it hard behind her.

Immediately after, Morpheus grabbed Ranster's hair with one hand and lifted it hard, and the half-elf was slammed up by the baron, who had been completely reduced to a succubus slave.

"Whew...... Looks like you're all there is to it, Miss Lady......" Ranster sighed and grinned sarcastically, his words full of mockery and disdain.

Before he finished speaking, a finger had already blocked his lips, and the gentle and strange voice of the succubus came from his ears.

"Don't talk, close your eyes and enjoy."

With the spike protruding from the tip of her right index finger, Serra easily pierced through the thin leather armor of Lenster's upper body, the sharp nails slowly piercing into his left chest.

The pain of the sharp object piercing his skin was instantly transmitted to Lancet's brain, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, but he still clenched his teeth.

"I love tough guys like you...... Not like a waste like Baron Morpheus. A cruel smile appeared at the corner of the succubus's mouth, and the strength of his hand gradually increased, the demon of the endless abyss was fully enjoying the process of inflicting pain on his prey.

But the next moment, the demon stared at Lanster's chest in a daze, screaming and running away from him in panic.

From the chest of the half-elf's torn leather armor, a demonic face was half-hidden.

It was a black and white tattoo, and the black demon's head with a hideous face was pierced from top to bottom by a silver-white long sword, which looked especially terrifying against the background of the slowly sliding blood.

"Witcher!" Even ten times away, Lancet could still hear the horror that came from the depths of her soul in the screams of the abyssal creature.

It was a sign of desperation when the prey saw the hunter.

In Tyrenriel's gameplay, the Witcher is not a profession, but rather a collective term for players and natives who specialize in hunting creatures of the abyss. They were numerous in the game's demon-infested chaotic era, and Lancet was the one who joined the Witcher army at that time, and all kinds of abyssal monsters would become the ghosts of his sword.

Among them, there are especially low-level demons.

For no other reason, the price of a dead low-level demon on the Hurd's Black Market is enough to buy a good war horse plus food and materials to sustain you for several weeks.

And a living demon, some mages are even willing to exchange high-level enchanted magic equipment for it.

But that was more than a dozen years after the game.

In the 100 years of the common rule calendar that has not yet begun in the era of chaos, ******** has not yet come, so the second Blood Moon War, which represents the invasion of demons, has not yet arrived, and the demon hunters who are almost extinct should be seeking a way to survive all over the continent.

No one except a few people knew that the group that had once protected all of Tyrenriel still existed.

Nobody cares about any of this.

Maybe there will still be a place for them in the yellowed pages in the corner of a library.

But that's about it.

At this time, Sierra had completely regained the appearance of a succubus, a pair of dark red wings with two sharp bone spur hooks on the tip, a long blood-red hair scattered behind her head, and a dazzling light in her red pupils.

"Kill him, kill him!" She screamed in panic, flapping her wings and darting towards Ranster, who was still trapped in place.

It has to be said that Serra's first choice was the right one, she hoped to inflict a heavy blow on Lancester while he was trapped or kill him outright in one fell swoop.

And this is the time when the half-elves are waiting.

"Sword Pact!"

With a thought in his mind, he activated the professional ability of a sword mage.

The magic sword, which was originally several meters away, vibrated slightly and glowed with a burst of light, shooting towards the succubus in front of its master like an arrow from a string.

Serra could clearly feel the movement behind her, and the cowardly and cautious demon had abandoned Lancet, who was close in front of him, and wanted to flee to one side.

Seeing that Serra was about to pass him, Lancet's hands tried with all his might to break free from the restraints of Morpheus behind him.

When he felt his right hand out of his grasp, he knew that the breakaway was half the battle.

Without further ado, the witcher grabbed the flying sword void with his hand.

"Mage's Hand!" Lancet threw out his encounter spell without hesitation.

The sword in mid-air slammed into the succubus's back, as if it had been manipulated by a foreign object.

The magic weapon easily pierced one of Serra's wings, and the abyssal succubus slipped to the ground screaming, and then sprang into the air in an instant, the intense pain of the wound causing her stumbling body to convulse.

Then she saw the witcher with the sword in his hand easily knock down the knight behind him, and without hesitation, he stabbed the other man in half.

Seizing the succubus's time to kill the minions she seduces is just one of the basic techniques that Lancet has to use against demons.

"Miss Serra, I have something to ask you." Lancet straightened out the tattered placket on his chest, the wound on his chest that had just been pierced by his fingernails had begun to scab over and heal thanks to the witcher's strong physique.

"For your own safety, I advise you to be an obedient and good boy." The witcher smiled, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

For a moment, the succubus Serra was desperate to give up resistance.

A low-level demon like her has only two results being targeted by a demon hunter.

Death, or life is better than death.

But she never wanted to be either.

As long as you hold him back, and wait for the Guide's Lord to arrive, the soul of this arrogant demon hunter will inevitably be destroyed.

It was the only way Sierra could think of to get out of the hunt.

"It's not over yet, Witcher!" The succubus chose to retreat, gritting her teeth and flapping her wounded wings out of the thick fog, a sharp sound coming from afar.

"Of course not, I haven't followed you to find Miss Apprentice." Lancet said to himself, then reached out and wiped some of the remaining blood of the succubus on his sword, and put it in his mouth after hesitation.