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Dezik raised his greatsword and slashed at Ranster's head, who was kneeling in front of him with his back to him.

They wanted this half-elf head.

And just before his greatsword was about to take away Ranster's head, the witcher's figure flickered and disappeared in place.

The Iron Wolf Leader, who had already relaxed his guard, didn't expect that Lanster, who should have been dead, would still have such a hand. He looked up to look for the other party's traces, but all he saw was darkness in his eyes.

The darkest hour before dawn has finally arrived.

"You can't run away, witcher!" Dezik let out a roar of rage in all directions.

And just a few yards behind him came Ranster's slightly weak voice.

"You're the one who should run......"

A lightning hook burst out of the darkness and struck the Iron Wolf Leader in the back of the heart, and in his stunned eyes, the lightning snapped back and slammed Dyzik into Lance's chest.

A sharp pain came from the back of Dezik's heart, and he knew that he had now been stabbed by the long sword that pierced Ranster's chest, but it had not pierced his heart because it was not strong enough.

Randster strangled Dezik tightly with his right hand, who was trying to struggle, and his left hand glowed with arcane brilliance.

"I won this time......," he said, using the "mage's hand" on the sword behind him, and under the effect of the spell, the sword stabbed forward, piercing directly through the heart of the Iron Wolf Leader, who was still struggling desperately.

Dezik, who was still struggling violently just now, completely stopped his movements at this moment, even if the strongest person was pierced through the heart and cut off his head, he would still die.

Lanstrand fell to the ground with a "pop" of the corpse's neck, and the series of movements just now completely exhausted all his physical strength, and if it weren't for the Demon Hunter's physique, he would have died even when he was stabbed.

"Master, don't tell me you can't hold on!" Ranster seemed to hear Ed's voice before he was about to lose consciousness.

The sound of horses' hooves came from not far away.

"Hold on, master, I've brought her back!"

Who? Coming back?

Ranster rolled his eyes, which were already somewhat frozen, and looked in the direction of the sound.

At this time, the sun slowly rose and cast its first rays of light on the entire earth.

Through the vague sunlight, Lenster saw the familiar figure jump off his horse and run towards him.

Before fainting, he seemed to feel himself gradually surrounded by the faint scent of blue flowers.

……

A few hours later.

Dragon City Grum, Tagus' Marquis Palace.

Anvre sat in the empty living room, his face darkened.

The vampire leader who had just followed him had lost his sense of the leader of the mercenary group.

This means that he has lost his life, and it also means that his plan has failed again.

"Damn bastard!" Anvre cursed loudly and smashed the wine glass out of his hand, spilling the floor full of liquor and staining the floor scarlet.

A strange figure gradually appeared beside the angry Anvre, and unlike the cautious caution he had had in the Obelisk, this time he graciously lifted the hood from his head, revealing bright red eyes and sharp fangs.

"Please don't be so angry, my lord." The vampire bowed respectfully to the Marquis of Dragon City, always maintaining his personable demeanor.

"Bodikan, I hope you're here to tell me the good news." Anvre glanced at the vampire, he didn't have a good impression of the believers of these undead monarchs.

But if you think about it, there are vampires, lichs, death knights, zombies and skeletons among the followers of Aukus, and each one exudes a disgusting aura of death.

Only those few succubi could still make him some interested.

"Good news, of course, my lord." Bodikan's two fangs made him laugh a little horrified, "I've found another carrier of the Sovereign's blood. ”

……

King Hurd's capital is Star City.

Andrea, Queen of the Stars, sat casually on the throne, her fair thighs almost completely exposed under her long azure dress.

"All dead, not a single one alive?" She asked indifferently towards the Guardian under the throne.

"Not one, Your Majesty." The male mage in rune armor was half-kneeling respectfully, having just told everything he had seen as it was.

"Did you really find the body of Templar Inquisitor Hastings?" The queen reconfirmed.

"Yes, Her Majesty. His head was cut off and hung on a nearby tree, with his own saber stuck in his head. ”

"I'm sure little Elohim will cry when he hears the news." Andrea muttered quietly.

The fact that the Templars and the Inquisitor were killed by a mercenary group in the Huder region is sure to cause an uproar on Makana's side.

The Holy See must have sent an envoy to oversee and interfere in its own investigation into this matter, but none of this was what Queen Chenxing feared. What she was most worried about was whether this change would affect the ******** that was about to be held in Starstar City.

If the Holy See rejects the agreement made by the three parties because of this matter, then it will definitely not be possible to go to the ruins of the Sun-Hunting Fort at the bottom of the sea with the two pages that he and Andrei own.

It's a place where countless riches, legendary items, and High Elf spells are hidden......

In any case, she needs to be in charge of the third page in the hands of the Holy See.

Golden Pages.

……

Lancet slowly woke up in his dream.

In his dreams, slices of life through the former world and Tyrenriel's experiences intertwined, replaying over and over again in his mind.

"What a nightmare." He wanted to take a deep breath, but the piercing wound in his chest turned him into a violent cough.

The coughing action touched the wound, and Lancet let out a soft grunt in pain.

"You lie down for me." A familiar voice came from beside him.

The mage pressed her hands on Ranster's shirtless chest and pressed the frail witcher to the bed.

"Where are we?" He asked, stopping his cough.

"Our secret camp." Moria picked up the oatmeal on the floor and carefully brought the spoon to his mouth.

After eating the hot oatmeal, Ranster finally felt a little refreshed.

"How long have I been unconscious?"

"It's been three days, and tonight will be the fourth day." Moria set the empty bowl aside and reached out her fingers to gently touch the scar on Ranster's chest.

Obviously, there was still blood gushing at the time, but now it has miraculously begun to scab.

The female mage's hand was grabbed by Lanster.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I must have hurt you......" Moriah hurriedly apologized.

The witcher took her hand and sat back up, holding back the pain in her heart.

"Listen to me, Moria, we need to get out of here, right now."