The flames burned brightly, and Ranster stood with his back to the wall of fire, with the remaining five Iron Wolf mercenaries in front of him. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The flame spell just now not only burned Dezik's horse to death, but also sent the two mercenaries who followed him back to Mara's arms.

Lancet slowly approached the five horsemen, who all stepped back in unison.

It was obvious that they were full of fear of the half-elf in front of them, especially after his "wonderful performance".

"We can't beat him, he's a monster!" A mercenary shouted in a trembling voice, he had seen with his own eyes the corpses of his brothers in the underground ruins, and how horrible the death was.

"We can win!" Another mercenary on the left hand side in front of Lancet shouted at his own people, "Trust me, we can win!" ”

The rest of the people looked at him with a mysterious expression, and the fear in their hearts actually dissipated a lot. That's right, they almost forgot that behind the mercenary who spoke, there was a guy who could stand up to the demon in front of them.

Lancet didn't give the mercenaries a chance to speak, and Ed had already seen the Iron Wolf Leader quickly toss to the side in the air, presumably preparing to bypass the monstrous fire from the side.

There wasn't much time left for Lancet, and he held his sword in both hands, and his legs rushed towards the mercenaries with hesitant expressions.

"Kill him!" One of the riders rode forward on horseback, and his shout sent the rest of the brothers, all but the mercenary who controlled the mage, all of them on horseback towards the witcher.

Lancet quickly shortened his body as the horse was about to rush in front of him, and the long sword in his hand had already slashed through the front legs of the warhorse. Then he swept his blade out towards the rest of the mercenaries who rushed towards him, and his long, frozen sword swept across the horses beneath them, freezing the hooves of the horses as they ran.

The horses that lost their balance screamed and fell to the ground, and even the riders with them were all smashed, and if it weren't for the fallen leaves on the ground that slowed down the momentum, it is estimated that someone's neck would have been broken.

Lancet showed no mercy, he quickly chased after them and finished them off, and the dazed Iron Wolf mercenaries didn't even put up any decent resistance.

Having done all this, Lenster walked briskly to the last rider.

The mercenary lifted the head of the female mage in front of him, and the dagger in his hand rested against her neck.

"Don't come here...... Or I'll kill her!" The mercenary screamed a little hoarsely, he was also an old man with an iron wolf, and he thought he had seen a lot of big scenes, but the demon in front of him who had killed almost the entire mercenary group alone was even more terrifying than those witches in the wilderness who were said to eat people.

"If I were you, I wouldn't do that." Lancet stood in front of him for a long time, seemingly unconcerned about the other man's threat.

The dagger in the mercenary's hand trembled violently, and he didn't have the courage to actually stab it down.

If he kills the female mage, all that awaits him is death.

"I let her go, don't kill me......" he tried to make a final struggle.

Hearing this, Lancet only pursed the corners of his lips, but did not speak.

The mercenary threw the mage off her horse, then turned her horse's head and galloped away into the darkness behind her.

"Wise choice, but it won't save your life." The witcher shook his head to himself.

Like a black lightning bolt in the night, the raven rushed towards the fleeing mercenary.

The mercenary, who had been keeping an eye on the movement behind him, did not see Eddard speeding in front of him, and by the time he heard the sound and turned back to his neck, a black lightning bolt had pierced his soft throat and ended his life.

Seeing him fall off his horse and fall among the dead leaves, Lancet walked over to Moria, who was still unconscious, put down the long sword in his hand, and made a gesture of preparing to pick up the female mage.

At this moment, a long-awaited quenched dagger quietly appeared in the air and stabbed towards Lancet's lower back.

It's you!

The witcher's senses were stronger than ordinary people, and he made an accurate judgment almost the moment the dagger was stabbed, and he twisted his waist lightly to dodge the sneak attack that the opponent was determined to dodge, and pulled out the short sword hidden at his waist and swung it behind him.

The other dagger blocked Ranster's dexterous blow in time, and "Grey Squirrel" Sock didn't fall in love, and he quickly escaped the battle with a missed blow, hiding his body perfectly in the darkness again.

Lancet had no intention of continuing the fight, he cut the forbidden ropes on Moria's hands and feet, and carried her to the edge of the fire quickly.

With his whistle, a neighing echo rang out in the forest, and the war horse arranged in the forest quickly ran to Ranster's side.

He cautiously scanned the surroundings, but found no sign of the "gray squirrel".

"You know we don't really need to wait until we die, Dezik's plan has failed, and we can all get out of here."

Lancet shouted into the air.

A scornful sneer suddenly erupted from the empty air in front of him.

Immediately after that, a throwing knife shot towards that side with a "whoosh".

The knife didn't hit anything, and it flew into the endless darkness.

Lancet didn't pay any attention to the throwing knives at all, and he took advantage of the short time to throw the female mage on horseback.

Thork apparently also noticed the other party's intentions, and he did not hesitate to expose his body and draw his crossbow and shoot at the neck of the warhorse, and then sped up and rushed towards Lancet, who wanted to mount the horse.

Lancet hurried in front of his horse as soon as he saw Sock holding his crossbow, swinging his sword and flicking off the bolts, but at the same time missing the best time to get on his horse and leave.

He set up a battle posture and waited for the "gray squirrel" to rush over, but he didn't expect the other party to disappear into thin air again when he was halfway through the rush.

After waiting for a while, Lancet, who still hadn't seen Sock appear, knew he had been fooled.

He's just stalling for time to get here after Dazik bypasses the wall of fire before he can establish a combat advantage.

Sock "Grey Rat" only needs to keep himself from getting out of here, and he's already done that.

"This damn rat!" Lancet cursed in his heart, anyone who encounters such an enemy will also be depressed and internally injured.

"Master, Dezik has bypassed the wall of fire!" The news that Ed delivered in mid-air gave the already depressed witcher a headache.

Hidden in the darkness of nowhere, Thork was sneering at a helpless Lancet.

It won't be long before the Iron Wolf Commander will join the warband.

Just when Lancet was at a loss, Moria, who was on the horse behind him, suddenly let out a low snort.