It was a scarred, centipede-like snaking face.

Cloudy eyes, exuding an evil aura of death, were staring at him motionlessly.

Malor's breathing quickened, and Stark's horrible face was completely reflected in his pupils.

"Hand over your artifacts!"

Stark approached Malor, and there was a foul-smelling turbidity from his mouth, and the fingers of his hands on his shoulders were swaying up and down, intentionally or unintentionally, as if they were playing with a prey, full of banter.

Malor took a deep breath to hide the fear in his heart, he had never seen such an evil creature, the chill seeping through his clothes into his skin and even his bone marrow, like falling into an ice cave.

"The Hallows are not with me."

Malor staggered Stark's gaze and looked straight ahead.

"Oh?" Stark let go of Malor and took a step back, his hands folded over his chest, one of his forearms propped up, and his fingers hooked with long black armor.

Among the ten figures behind him, one stepped forward, carrying a ball-like object in his hand.

When Mallor saw the ball clearly, he suddenly showed a frightened look, and then, Stark's casual voice sounded: "Is he the unlucky guy you said was called Zack?" ”

"Mohr ......"

Eli, who was controlled by the demon guard on the side, muttered in shock, and the hands hanging at his side couldn't help but clench together, and the anger on his face couldn't be hidden.

Stark noticed Eli and heard him say to himself, and said "lost" indifferently, and then the Second Holy Envoy, who was carrying Moore's head, threw the things in his hand out of the gate and calmly walked back to his place.

"Thank you so much to him for revealing your whereabouts, otherwise this shitty place is really hard to find!"

Stark was pleased with the angry and aggrieved expressions of all the people present, and glanced at the dilapidated hall in a very disgusted tone.

Can imagine what kind of pain Moore suffered before he died, Eli's eyes turned red, and he scolded "bastard", ready to raise his hand to fight back, but was preempted by a faster light and shadow.

In an instant, Eli's heart-rending screams echoed through the hall, and he fell to the ground, clutching one of his severed arms in agony, blood gushing out of the breach, soaking the clothes beneath him.

The severed arm was trampled under Stark's feet, and he calmly withdrew the bloodless broadsword from the scabbard, and turned towards the rest of the panicked Revorno.

Under the wide robe and hat, his face could not be seen clearly, but he could only hear a cold and hoarse warning from under the darkness: "Impulse is not a wise choice. ”

At this time, all the Revornor blood clans in the hall did not dare to speak, the elders were held hostage, and Eli, who was not weak, was also seriously injured by them, and who else could compete with this group of evil demons.

"I just heard you say that the guy who guards the Hallows is called Zack, where is he?" Stark set his eyes on Malor and slowly approached him, "If you surrender the Hallows, I can spare you!" ”

"Can I believe you?"

Malor glanced worriedly at the frightened clansmen on one side.

"Is it the holy weapon or the clan that is important? Decide for yourself, if you can't hand over the holy weapons tonight, just watch them die! ”

Stann shook his head leisurely, looked menacingly at the group of defenseless Revorno, and then with a wave of his hand, a group of demon guards took the group of Revorno, leaving only Eli and Elder Mallor, who were seriously injured.

"I'll be back before dawn."

Before leaving, Stark left this sentence and left the manor with a group of demons.

Released from confinement, Malor immediately ran to the injured Eli and lifted him up and leaned against him in his arms, but fortunately he was a blood clan, and the wound stopped bleeding, but he lost half of his arm forever and became a cripple.

"Eli, are you alright?"

"Elder......"

Eli's still intact hand grabbed Mallor's sleeve and buried his head in pain, trembling.

Malor also hated his own incompetence, and was silent, so he quietly put his arms around Eli and waited for him to calm down.

"Are we really going to hand over the Hallows?"

In the middle of the night, Eli looked up and looked at the elder in despair.

Malor lowered his eyelashes, and his tone was full of helplessness: "For the sake of the clan, there is no way." ”

"But Zach hasn't come yet, maybe they're ......"

Eli said that he didn't dare to say any more, thinking to himself if their Revornor blood clan had really fallen?

"Alas......"

Malor exhaled deeply, only raised his eyes and looked out the door silently......

——

Among the woods.

The two figures galloped back and forth.

"Hurry up! Elders, they should be in a hurry! A complaint sounded, it was the bearded man Mar, "If you hadn't shown off halfway, you wouldn't have been able to delay for so long!" ”

"Alright, alright! Just speed it up! ”

Another voice replied impatiently, it was Zack who had just escaped from Jue's hands.

The two of them talked as they walked through the woods that they had to pass on to the manor.

Suddenly, Mal, who was rushing ahead, stopped, and Zach also stopped when he saw this.

"What's wrong?"

Zach walked over to Mar's side, and the next second, his brow furrowed.

It's a strong smell of blood!

"You smell it too?"

Mal glanced sideways at Zack solemnly, his gaze drifting deep into the woods ahead.

The smell of blood was familiar, from the Revornor family.

The two glanced at each other, tacitly detouring the road, and it seemed that the legendary demon clan had come to the door.

Not long after the journey, the smell of blood lingering in their noses became stronger and stronger, and it seemed that they were about to approach their goal, and Mar and Zach immediately slowed down and leaned over quietly, trying not to make any movement.

In a clearing, the cold moonlight poured down.

In a conspicuous position in the clearing, there was an old tree, and on the thick branches, there seemed to be a headless male corpse, the blood on his body had long since dried up, exuding a strong bloody aura.

On a tree a hundred meters away, Zach quietly observed the movement around the clearing. After a long time, a figure landed lightly beside him, and it was Ma'er who had quietly patrolled around.

"I touched around and found no trace of the enemy."

"Hmm!"

Zach nodded in response, and the two immediately set off in the direction of the old tree.

Untying the headless male corpse hanging from the tree, Zach and Mal recognized it as Mohr through the small mark on the corpse's wrist, and for a moment, the atmosphere fell silent.

They mourned silently beside the corpse for a while, then drew their daggers and pierced the corpse's chest, piercing the withered heart, which had lost its blood moisture.

The corpse suddenly collapsed into a pile of bloody powder, which drifted away with the night wind.

The only thing they could do was for Moore's body to die with dignity, not to be humiliated hanging from a tree, eaten by animals, or rotting and stinking.

On the other side, in the manor, it was thrown in a corner, and the head belonging to Mohr was instantly turned into dust at the moment when his heart was broken, and he could rest in peace......

"Mohr must have been blackened by the demons."

Looking at the dust on the grass that was gradually blown away by the wind, Zach spoke in a heavy tone.

"Shall we go to the gathering place, then? Perhaps, the elders, they ...... too."

Mar wanted to say something, and Mohr died in the way of the gathering place, indicating that the enemy was aware of their movements, and it was possible that they would have thrown themselves into the net if they rushed forward at this time.

Hearing this, Zach shook his head and analyzed: "The demon clan's goal is the holy weapon, and they haven't obtained the holy weapon yet, so they won't easily harm the elders and clansmen." ”

"You mean, we're still going to have to go?"

It was not a wise move for the egg to touch the stone, and Mal's heart rose with unease.

"Go, how can you know the situation if you don't go?"

That's the elders and the clansmen, how could he, Zack, see death and not save him.

After a brief discussion of countermeasures, the two immediately set off for the manor.

……

An overgrown abandoned manor, eerily quiet.

Half-human-tall one crawled Zack and Mar from the haystack, probing through the gaps in the blades of grass for movement in the central building.

"Why is it so quiet?" Mar muttered quietly, seeing that Zack beside him was silent, and continued to speak, "Why don't we go in and have a look?" ”

Zach didn't sense any signs of danger, and the target was so quiet that he was desperate to know what was going on.

As soon as Marr opened his mouth, Zack's hesitant heart also made a decision, and immediately answered with a "yes", and in order to prevent the whole army from being annihilated, the two decided to act separately.

Inside the hall.

Only Eli and Elder Malor, who had broken their arms, remained, and the rest of the clan were captured by the demons as hostages.

They couldn't leave those dozen children behind, so they cooperated with the demons and waited for Zack and them in the hall, only praying that they would be spared after handing over the holy weapon to the demons.

"Elder, why haven't they come yet?"

Eli's injuries had stabilized a lot, and he stood outside the door, looking at the night outside, his face worried, and now Zach was the only hope for a dozen of their Revornor bloods.

During the time of waiting, Mallor's heart was entangled in two thoughts, on the one hand, he hoped that Zach would come quickly, hand over the holy artifact, and save the group of children.

On the other hand, he hoped that Zach would detect something, not come to the meeting, and escape with the holy weapon, after all, only a few Revornor fell into the hands of the demons.

Throughout the European continent, Revornor is scattered all over the place, and the demons really want to kill them all, and it can't be done in a moment.

However, he had to take responsibility for the lives of the dozen or so people, and he had no right to decide to let them sacrifice themselves, just to save a cold dead thing, even if it was a holy weapon that symbolized the power of his clan.

Now, the Revornor blood clan is scattered, its strength is weak, the use rate of the holy weapon is not as frequent as in wartime, and coupled with the long period of peace, the holy weapon has long been silent.

If he really continues to sacrifice more clansmen in order to guard this dead thing, it is that he Malor is sorry for the whole clan.

Malor was tormented, and the two thoughts kept colliding in his mind, tormenting him to the point of flustering.

In the face of Eli's inquiry, he could only say "Wait", and walked back into the hall with his eyes down.

All variables are on Zach, whether he comes or not, and what will happen in the future, is unknown.

Just when Malor was sad, Eli suddenly leaned towards him, and whispered a few words in his ear with a surprised face, and after listening to the words, Malor immediately got up and walked outside the gate,

As if sensing something, his pupils trembled with excitement, and he ran out of the hall with Eli.

Following the familiar breath of the blood-colored imprint, in the chaotic side hall, they saw the long-awaited figure.

Sensing someone coming, Zach wiped the blood from his fingers and looked at Malor and Eli with a cross-legged smile.

"I'm afraid there's an ambush in the hall, so I'm just—" he said, leaning over to look at the freshly drawn mark, a blood-colored mark that could only be sensed by a bloodline with Revorno's bloodline, and the sensing distance could reach a kilometer.

If there was no accident in the hall, the elders would definitely follow the breath to find him when they sensed the mark, and now it seems that they can come and go freely, indicating that there is no danger.

So the eerie silence that shrouded the manor, was it his delusion? Or is it that only the Elder and Eli are present, and they are early?