"You stay here, don't do anything until you have to...... Haoran turned his head to look at Ayaka, pondered for a moment, and continued: "I'll go down and take a look first, if they are heavily guarded, I will retreat...... If there are only a handful of sheep-headed people inside, I'll let you know that we'll storm in and snatch the sword shards! ”

"I ...... I'll go with you! Ayaka's body trembled, staring into Haoran's eyes, looking at him worriedly, and even the tone of her voice was extremely worried.

"Don't worry...... I'm an arcane, but don't forget! What was my original occupation......" Haoran smiled slightly and whispered in his ear.

"Hmm......" Ayaka nodded and said with a smile, "Be careful...... Sister waiting for you to come back! ”

"Put your heart in your chest and wait for me to ......" Hao Ran glanced at Ayaka's proud chest with a wicked smile, and disappeared in front of everyone's eyes in Ayaka's coquettish eyes.

Lesya and Ayaka looked down at Haoran, who had already jumped down the hill, and ran away into the trees, disappearing into the shadows. Ayaka knows that Haoran has always been like this, acting like a ghost, and even the moon refuses to show his figure!

However, when Lesya saw Haoran's ghost-like figure, her heart trembled! Although Hao Ran is a mystic mage on the surface, whether it is physical quality or reflection ability, he is by no means comparable to a beginner and middle-level arcane mage.

As for the speed of movement, it was so fast that it frightened her, and Lesya used that look that mixed with doubt and fear. Look at the figure that has long disappeared.

"What was his original vocation?" Lesya gently closed Dicakane's book and asked nonchalantly.

"Did you hear that?" Ayaka stood in place and looked into the distance, and asked rhetorically, equally unconcerned.

"If you can't say it. You can pretend that you didn't hear anything, and I didn't hear anything! Lesya sighed and asked.

"Then you don't hear it!" Ayaka smiled slightly, and turned to Koumako to go.

And at the top of the hill, only Lesya was left alone, standing in place, looking into the distance, not knowing what she was thinking?

…………

After Haoran left the hill. Weaving through the shadows at maximum speed, hiding his form, he silently approached Khazra's lair.

When he came to the entrance of the cave. When he found that there was no sheep-headed man to guard him, he took a map out of the space. This map depicts the topography of Kazra's lair in great detail, down to the point where there are traps and where there are dark rooms.

Of course. This picture is not Haoran's. He borrowed it from Lesya, and the owner of the map was Dicacairn, and the map depicted a traveler named 'Abduhazir'.

Hao Ran spread out the map on a thick and hard tree root that was entrenched on the gravel soil like a big black snake, and when he channeled his spiritual energy into the map, he saw that some of the markings on the map began to glow, showing a three-dimensional diagram of the interior and surroundings of Kazra's lair.

"The same is true for 3D stereoscopic holograms, does it seem that there are some high-tech magic artifacts worth paying attention to in the Diablo world?"

Haoran looked at the detailed markings on the map, although it didn't necessarily change in the slightest. But he still remembered them. It was only a moment before he shaved the light off the mark. Putting the map into space and looking at the cave again in the hazy moonlight, his heart beating violently in his chest.

According to the information of the map in his memory, Hao Ran quietly dived into the deep cave.

The interior of the cave is much more cluttered than the environment shown in the magic image, but the general routes and traps are marked. Hao Ran estimated the marks on the map, dodged one trap after another, and soon came to the interior of the cave.

But to his surprise, there was no guarding demon here at all, and the silence was terrifying. As the saying goes, there must be demons when things go wrong, and the more such an environment is, the more Hao Ran is more careful, but he didn't find a single demon from beginning to end, as if all the demons here had been evacuated.

Just when Haoran was thinking about whether to leave. Suddenly, there was a slight sound of footsteps in the fork in front of the cave, and there was a flickering fire on the wall, gradually approaching Haoran's location, and even hearing someone talking in a low voice.

"Why do we help those disgusting demons guard their caves while those demons run out to hunt humans...... a young man's voice came over.

"Hey! Just say a few words! If the people above know this, be careful that they want your head, don't bother me......," a middle-aged man's voice said dissatisfied.

"That's what it is! We're part of the Cult of God, and we're not here to be a thug for the demons! Why do you want to help demons watch over their homes and watch them go out and kill humans? ”

"I said, Don't you want to live anymore? You can't just be quiet...... Don't you know that the leader behind the Cult of the True God is a demon, and since you care about the human race, why do you want to join the Cult? ”

"If I hadn't starved to death, I wouldn't have joined the True God Cult!" As the young man said this, the two stopped talking, and their footsteps faded away.

When the firelight disappeared, Hao Ran flashed out of his dodging position, with a hint of excitement in his eyes. Since there are only the True God Cult here, the fragment of the sword must be in Kazra's lair, and thankfully, none of the demons are left in the lair.

Hao Ran smiled slightly, stared at the deep cave, and then turned and walked out of the cave. Since it was much easier to do it if it was only the True God Sect, he planned to go and inform Lesya and the others at this moment, and take the opportunity to attack tonight.

After all, there is no chance to be lost, and no one will ever come again!

On a quiet, dark hill, Lesya stood alone on top of the hill, looking out into the deep cave. Comac and Berta sat outside the tent, their eyes closed. Apparently they were all waiting for Haoran to come back.

Ayaka was the only one sitting in her tent, looking up at the top of the tent, wondering what she was thinking?

"Don't move...... I believe in a beautiful young lady like you. Must be a smart guy too! ”

The grim words carried a cold and piercing murderous aura, which made all the pores of Ayaka's body gather, and Ayaka felt a sharp steel blade against her neck at this moment.

"Who, get out of here...... Berta shouted as he lifted the two-handed axe in his arms and pointed at Ayaka's tent.

"Tut-tut...... I found out so quickly! A cold voice came from Ayaka's side, and there was a murderous aura in her words. said: "Beautiful young lady, I don't think you would mind going out with me!" ”

Ayaka felt the steel blade against her neck press down, but she didn't turn her head to look. Instead, he obediently followed the man out of the tent.

Lesya rushed over when she heard Berta shout and drew her sword, but when she saw the cold steel blade on Ayaka's neck, she had to stop her movements.

Lesya's gaze crossed Ayaka's shoulder, and she must have been staring at the knife-wielding man behind Ayaka. Subsequently. Her bright eyes flickered to her left. Ayaka's eyes narrowed slightly, apparently she had noticed.

How could a woman as smart as Xiang Ayaka not understand what Lesya meant. She knew what Lesya was going to do, and this enemy was left-handed, and as long as she dodged correctly, she could give Lesya and the others a chance to attack.

However, the blade was clinging to Ayaka's neck, and there was even a trace of blood running down it, making it difficult for her to make any dodge movements.

Ayaka made a faint sound in her throat. The enemy behind her pressed a little harder, the blade pressing deeper into his neck. A hint of crimson stained the blade.

At this moment, the moonlight suddenly illuminated the hill.

"Necromancer......" Koma was slightly stunned, slowly put away his weapon, and said sincerely: "Let go of my friends, everyone is a professional inheritor, and we don't want to trouble you...... We are from New Tristem! Your Excellency Necromancer, what are you doing here? ”

The blade remained on Ayaka's neck, and Ayaka closed her eyes as if she were a poor woman waiting for death and already desperate!

Eventually, the knife slowly moved away from her bleeding neck.

"To me, they're more like paupers and thieves......," another voice suddenly sounded, completely different from the voice of the enemy who had held Ayaka hostage, "If it were me, I would open my eyes even when I was sleeping." Of course, I don't have a choice in this matter, you can do whatever you want. ”

Ayaka turned around, thinking she was going to see two people.

However, there was only one figure in front of her, and the man who attacked her was thin and thin, with a skin as white as a dead man, brown hair hanging down from his forehead, and a bearded face that looked unusually stern. And the edge of his cloak was embroidered with strings of runes in silver wire, a black glove was worn in his right hand, and in his left hand was a bone dagger with a grotesque blue glow on the blade.

What made Ayaka feel weird the most was his eyes, those gray-white eyes glowed with cold light, like two small full moons.

It was a silent but extremely dangerous man, his leather boots making no noise on the gravel floor.

Komac and his party, who had met necromancers before, were always nervous about the dark magic they had mastered, they rarely showed affection, and they didn't like to deal with others, and they were generally very annoying, like Serra. But for some reason, the guy in front of him made Komako feel even more uneasy, maybe because he once used a blade to hold Ayaka by the throat!

Of course, there is also the second voice!

"What about your companions?" Lesya looked around and said suspiciously, "Where did he go?" ”

The necromancer slipped his gloved hand into a pocket the size of a melon at his waist and said in his distinctively cold voice, "Companion? …… Have you seen anyone else besides me? ”

"That's a nice greeting." The slightly dull voice said angrily: "I can't shake hands with them myself, don't you feel ashamed to say that?" I'm like that hunchbacked aunt locked in the cellar by my family, and you're like those 'family members' who hide me just for fear I'll scare the neighbors. ”

"Shut up!" The necromancer said angrily as he slapped the pocket viciously.

"I've been silent for too long." The voice was still talking, "And it's dark here." It's stuffy and smells like the ass of a resurrected corpse, if you don't mind me saying that. ”

The necromancer seemed to hesitate slightly. He then opened his pocket and pulled a jawless human skeleton out of his pocket.

Ayaka touched the blood on her neck, her slightly narrowed eyes making it impossible to see what she was thinking at the moment, but her eyes were not looking at the necromancer, but the talking skull.

Instinctively, Komac took a step back, subconsciously clenching his weapon, completely out of rejection of the evil forces. And the same goes for Lesya and Berta. Nervously looked at the strange necromancer in front of him.

In the moonlight, the skeleton's empty eye sockets flashed with an eerie white light, and said leisurely, "It's nice to meet you." Maybe we can be friends......"

Ayaka secretly summoned all of her minions, and stepped back to stand among her hidden minions.

"That'...... What are you? Ayaka's delicate little hand was still on her neck, and her beautiful cheeks asked leisurely with curiosity.

If Haoran was by Ayaka's side at this time. I will definitely remember the experience of meeting Ayaka for the first time. It was a thrilling sneak attack for him.

"I lost my luck when I was begging for a living in an abandoned city...... "The skeleton's hollow eyes flickered a few times, and he suddenly said, "This guy who threatened you with a knife is called Zal, he is actually a likable guy, and he is the one who reawakened my soul and asked me to take him where he is going......"

"Shut up, Bart ......," the necromancer named Zar said angrily, the same place that upset him.

Of course, Zal would never show such affection in front of others. The old town of Tristum has sunk into darkness forever, even for him. I don't want to face that darkness! Because there is only chaos and ruin there, he believes that Ayaka and the others are also looking for answers.

As he looks back on the past year, his mood becomes more and more depressed, he usually doesn't just miss his past, or throw everything to the so-called fate! When he is ready, he will naturally leave this world, but that should be some time later.

Now, chaos seems to have loosened the reins that bind him, and the shattering of the Worldstone continues to affect the Sanctuary. Over the past year, the demons have been frantically invading the east, directly threatening his homeland in the eastern jungles. He and his compatriots kept fighting off the demons, and before he knew it, he was once again far from his homeland, just to find the reason for the disturbance of balance.

Sensing the power rising from the West, the Demon Kings Belel and Azmodan have left the Burning Hell to take the Sanctuary once and for all. And he left Kaltim in search of more answers, and finally came to New Tristem.

However, it is not as dark as it is rumored, and even the old town of Tristelm, which was attacked by Skeletron, has been re-established, and the humans there seem to be doing better than the rest of the region.

Remember, the last time Zal heeded the call and came to Trissym! He was nearly killed by the Demon Queen. And, no matter how much he didn't want to admit it, he fell in love then! This rarely happens to a necromancer, and this mood also makes him weak and vulnerable. At that time, giving up his lover was the most difficult decision he had ever made in his life, but he had to do it, and he had to do it alone.

Zal is so eager to return to Trisstem! Perhaps, his lover is the real reason why he went to Trisham this time. If so, he broke the basic principles of being a necromancer, put his own needs before his mission, and made a terrible mistake.

In Trisham, the people who live in peace make him feel a growing sense of unease. While the vast majority of the inhabitants were a little afraid of his necromancer's identity, he had gathered enough gossip to sort out some valuable clues.

It has been reported that an underground religious sect, the Cult of God, is rapidly gathering strength and adherents, and that relations between the sect and the Templar Order are becoming increasingly strained.

It didn't take much time for Zal to find his love! Zar tells himself that his lover must have important information that can help him find the answers he wants, but alas, all he finds is a wisp of ghosts.

But Bart didn't believe his explanation at all, he knew the real reason hidden deep in Zal's heart, that lover had never married.

Zal's lover said that she forgave him for leaving, and she had been holding on to hope, waiting for him to return, and never gave up for a minute. It was then that the monster spread its black wings and pounced on her from the darkness.

Zar shuddered involuntarily, only Bart could have noticed this slight fluctuation in Zal's feelings, this skeleton was more closely related to him than any other being, and this shudder still reminded him of the weakness he had only recently exposed.

The thing that really made him regret was not that he couldn't save his lover in time, but what happened after that.

He ought to be more sober and not allow himself to be influenced by his personal feelings, the world was taking on a new threat, so the soul of Zal's lover told him, and the many other dangers were insignificant in comparison.

The sole purpose of this threat is to erase the existence of humanity forever! (To be continued......)