Without warning, the arrows formed by the condensation of silver-white flames slammed through the windows and walls, and flew towards Oaklifor, who seemed to be completely unresponsive!

Just before the arrow was about to hit, the sound of walls and windows being pierced was heard, and large clusters of bright silver flames ignited on the walls, crawling slowly against the walls. As soon as Oakliford turned around, he was hit by several silver-white flaming arrows. The body was pierced directly by the arrows of flames, and the whole person fell to the ground, letting out a terrible wail.

In his wail, Oakleyford's eyes burst into a small cluster of silver-white flames; As he coughed continuously, silver-white sparks were sporadically coughed out by him. As if the flames at the bottom of the furnace had been ventilated, bursting silver flames burst out from him, completely submerging his body in the blink of an eye, turning into a huge ball of fire one person high.

"Your Excellency!"

"Lord Oakliford!"

The sergeants around Oakliford realized what had happened.

After a brief moment of confusion, they began to move in a panic, trying to block Oakleyford's body from all directions. and tried to extinguish the flames from Oakleyford, who was constantly wailing.

They picked up the blankets around them and threw them desperately at the blazing Oakleyford, while some of them splashed the water they had just found on Oakclifford.

But none of this is of any use.

The silver-white flame did not react when it touched the water, and it did not suddenly become violent or weak, as if the water had not played any role and was directly eaten by the flames.

There was a moment. The sergeants suspected that the flame was some kind of illusion - but the palm of the palm ignited as soon as one of the most determined of them tentatively touched the flame. It took less than ten seconds for those silvery-white flames to shatter his entire body like an ant colony. His whole being was set on fire. and was turned into ashes in its place.

This flame is real! And it's deadly!

The sergeants immediately realized this.

But then, some doubts inevitably arose in their minds.

It just touched the edge of the flames. It did so much damage...... So, after all this time in Oakliford, in the center of the flames, can he still survive?

No, it is already impossible to survive.

From so far away, these soldiers could feel the incomparably burning heat. They watched the huge flame warily, and slowly drew their weapons as they returned.

The corpses, blood, and bones on the ground around them slowly melted away like snow in the sun. But the disgusting atmosphere has not improved in the slightest.

Alarm bells rang frantically in their hearts, and a feeling of being targeted by something came from the center of the flame.

It's like, the flame didn't burn out anything. It's about waking up something in general.

The next moment, the scorching wall crawling through the silver flames collapsed. The soldiers subconsciously turned their heads to look at the walls that had been brittled by the flames.

However, in an instant, a scorching smell pulled their attention back.

But it was too late.

The silver-white flame twitched twice like a heartbeat, and then shattered. Instead, a slow-flowing substance resembles burnt red lava.

When they turned around again, a large hand made of lava was already hanging over their heads. The soldier who had been chosen as a target could not even move under the lock of momentum, and could only wait with fear and trembling as he was burned into slag by the lava.

His hair had turned yellow and curly from the heat, and his skin was red and hot.

But at this moment, a silver-white blade of light suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

With a slanting arc flashed. The large hand made of lava was sliced off, twitching and sliding to the ground, turning into a puddle of lava and igniting the floor. A bright red flame was emitted.

The soldier looked at the man who had suddenly appeared in front of him with his mouth wide open, and his face was shocked.

She has long silver-blue hair and eyes that shine like emeralds. That delicate doll-like face was one of the two people who had just escaped!

"Wait, you're ......"

"You don't care who I am."

Roland spoke. He interrupted him neatly: "I don't care what kind of bewitchment you have. In short, you are just ordinary people who have been implicated, and now begin. It's the problem between me and this monster -- it's none of your business anymore. ”

His voice was sonorous and powerful, without the slightest hesitation.

For a moment, the soldiers around Roland who originally wanted to come over and control Roland suddenly hesitated.

True, the vast majority of them are not familiar with this guy. It was only a few days ago that their boss suddenly told them that they would be able to temporarily listen to the dispatch of this so-called "dispatch official from the South Wind Ring" before they came here.

They weren't even sure what the "Ring of the South Wind" was. I just heard that this is a Druid school that is more active in the southern part of Carral, close to Titan. A school of study for all kinds of druid apprentices, with a deep understanding of all kinds of geography, geology and monster ecology, some time ago in the name of Carlar's outward Druid school in Titan used magic to repair drainage channels, effectively correcting the wrong impression of the Titan people about the druids "wearing animal skins and holding wooden canes to eat human flesh and jump gods", and also made them change their perception of the whole Carral.

Of course, there is only one sentence that really works in the above long list of glorious histories, and that is the "Druids".

As a Carral, respecting the druids has almost become their instinct. Therefore, they did not doubt the words of their superiors, but carried them out very attentively.

But now look at ...... The lava humanoid that Oakcliff roared into after being shot did not allow him to associate with the wise and loving elders of the ordinary Karar mind.

"May I ask, Lord Oakliford...... What exactly is he? And ...... you are?"

A young man with shoulder-length short hair asked with some hesitation.

Roland's face was solemn: "He is a humanoid monster who can control his mind, and I have been chasing him for a long time. As for me, my words...... It's just an ordinary Suze hunter. You don't need to care. ”

As he spoke, Roland's wrist sank and raised, and the gray long sword with a silver-white blade slashed several marks in the air, cutting off the hands of the lava humanoid directly.

…… Ordinary hunters? That's it?

The people around couldn't help but be ashamed.

…… Are you kidding? Is there an ordinary hunter who can kill this kind of monster at will?

And aren't all hunters from Fararu? What's going on with Suze's hunter?

"Are Su Ze's hunters all monsters?"

Roland vaguely heard someone muttering beside him.

He smiled slightly, and then his face turned grim: "You all stay behind me." As long as I live, I will not let you suffer. ”

Roland had been waiting for a long time beside him, and finally waited for an opportunity to cut in.

This Oakliford is just a small character, and Roland needs to know who is standing behind him. (To be continued.) )