Moria's heavy eyelids lifted, and she tried to move, but a sharp pain in her abdomen made her let out a low grunt. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Miss Mage, are you awake?" In a trance, she heard someone calling her name.

In addition to these, she also felt as if a heat wave was coming to her face.

"Where am I?" The female mage braced herself on the horse's back and tried to straighten her waist, but she almost fell off it.

Ranster grabbed her by the thighs and let her continue to lie on her horse.

"Are you sober?" He noticed that the female mage seemed to be a little confused.

"Where are we?" Moria finally saw the raging fire around her, and she was a little dazed for a while.

Her memory was still of the pastor Evan hitting her on the stomach.

"There's no time to explain, just get on the horse and sit down." Lancet quickly put his arm around her waist and took one of her legs to straddle her horse before she could react.

"Grey Squirrel" Sock knew that things had moved to the other side's advantage as soon as the female mage spoke, and he had lost the absolute advantage he had just held in his hands.

If he didn't rush over and drag the two men now, he had no doubt that in the next second they would completely disappear from his sight on horseback.

There is no time to hesitate!

In his state of concealment, he quickly walked towards Lancet, who was still talking to the female mage, he only thought that this was his last chance to keep the other party, but he didn't think about why there was such a "good" opportunity.

The blazing flames baked everything nearby, and waves of heat evaporated, and the air near them became distorted.

Sock's figure was forced out of silhouette by the heat wave near the fire, but he didn't know it.

Out of the corner of Lancet's eye, he saw it all. He quietly pressed the female mage's leg twice, and with his right hand, which Sock couldn't see, he touched the sword stuck in the ground.

Moria was slightly stunned, she was confused by the witcher before she knew the specifics.

Is he hinting at something to me?

Although the steaming of the flames made it impossible to see a trace of blush on the female mage's face, it was clear that she had thought of something else.

Waiting for Sock to enter his attack range, Lancet wasted no more time, and swung his long sword directly towards his position.

Unaware of the fact that he had been discovered, the "Grey Squirrel" looked a little embarrassed, and he struggled to parry Lance's attack - in a head-on confrontation with the Witcher, the Halfling had little to offer.

"Are you really not going to take that cloak off your body?" Lancet had already guessed that Sock's superb concealment skills came from the skill bonus of his cloak, and he sneered.

Thork didn't answer, he parried the blade that Ranster kept pressing down with all his might, and he really didn't have time to speak.

"Then I'll help you." Seeing that the other party ignored him, Ranster showed a wicked smile. He slammed his left foot under the burning dead leaves, then kicked the burning leaves hard at Sock in front of him.

It was too late for Sock to escape, and his cloak was stained with dead leaves lit with flames, and a hole was soon burned out.

With the destruction of the magic cloak, the concealment of the "gray squirrel" completely lost its meaning, and the whole person's body was clearly exposed.

"If you had listened to me at that time and let us go, we wouldn't have to be like this." Lancet looked at Sock's solemn expression and said with a smile.

"Gray Squirrel" let out a disdainful snort from his nose, and the weapon in his hand was trying his best to resist the opponent's suppression.

"I'll let you go today, and you'll have your head cut off tomorrow. Am I right? Sock replied in response.

He didn't know how many times he had done this kind of murderous mission, and he was completely immune to this kind of rhetoric from Lancet.

Lancet didn't answer, for his own safety and that of the female mage, he asked himself if he could have done exactly what Sock had said.

"Let's wrap it up." Sock took a deep breath and pressed the dagger against Lancet's longsword with one hand, another quenched dagger glowing with blue light poked into his abdomen.

By now, the counterattack of "Grey Squirrel" Sock has pale in the face, and Lancet can easily deal with this wanderer who has lost his greatest support, not to mention that there is a mage behind him.

Lancet was still jealous of his two poisoned daggers, and he didn't want to be hurt by them without an antidote.

He took a step back, dodging the dagger.

But before he could take a step forward, another dagger stabbed him in the waist again. This time Lancet didn't intend to retreat, he saw the right time to block Sock's dagger with his longsword, and then tried to slash the longsword upwards.

If this attack successfully hits "Gray Squirrel", he will definitely end up being disemboweled.

However, Thork's reaction was quite quick, and he skillfully flicked the sword in Ranster's hand aside, half-turned and slammed his shoulder into the witcher's arms, and then pinned a foot behind Lancet's leg, causing Lancet, who was trying to keep his balance by retreating, to fall backwards on his back.

"Damn it!" Lancet really didn't expect this halfling to play so slippery.

The witcher slowly fell to the ground, and Moria, who was riding a horse behind him, appeared in front of Sock's eyes. He put his legs on Ranster's stomach and jumped hard at the mage on his horse.

Yes, it was the perfect opportunity to end up with this half-elf, but if Sock had done it at the time, he would have died in the next instant.

It was only a matter of a moment for a mage to kill himself.

Similarly, killing a fragile mage yourself is only a matter of moments.

This is also the reason why he gave up on Lancet, who had lost his ability to resist, and unexpectedly pounced on the female mage behind the half-elf.

If he succeeds in eliminating the threat of a female mage, and fights Lance alone, "Grey Squirrel" thinks that he will not lose easily.

Sock leaped high, even taller than Moria, who was on her horse. He gripped two daggers and stabbed them into the throat and chest, respectively.

Moria had already accumulated the element of magic when she saw Sock's figure, and she also understood that Lancet's action of pinching her leg just now was to give herself a hint.

Seeing that Soke's figure rushed in front of her almost instantly, the female mage didn't panic, she just pushed her hands full of flame energy in front of the "gray squirrel", and a golden pillar of fire directly spurted out, and the last image left in Soke's eyes was the blazing flames that rushed to her face.

The flames enveloped Thork and slammed him into the burning wall of fire, and he didn't even have time to scream even a halfway out of the flames - the poor halfling had been charred by the spell long before Moria cast the blazing blast.