Cremar tore open a scroll and threw it at the feet of the Appendage, which contained a spell that turned rocks into sand - not a very powerful spell, but just right for use here - and the Appendumer sank into the ground, leaving only the newborn head and many arms outside.

When it tried to get out, the clumsy tactics it did finally made the otherworldly soul understand why the lich said that the appendage was just a cutie in the devil's horde, and that it had chosen to become invisible at this critical moment. The torches in the round room had long since been extinguished by their battle, but the flames created by Cremar's spell still illuminated the room, and the huge sand hole was littered with signs of bulges and dents, among which the shapes of the soles of the feet and palms were clearly printed. Kerryben looked at Cremar and shook his head at the monster in the pit, and the caster raised his hands to return himself to the state of distraction when he cast the spell, and threw the spear of spiritual energy into the trap.

The Appendage touched the invisibility with a terrible cry that shook the entire court, and it moved so fast that if it hadn't been for the spear that nearly tore it into pieces, it might have crawled out of the sand - Cremar cast a second spell that touched the magical effect of fossilized sand, and the regenerated rocky floor and walls creaked unpleasantly, imprisoning the Possession's shattered body within them.

The flames were of considerable effect, and the pieces of flesh that had lost the magic of the Possessed Demon were quickly drained like ordinary stumps, curled up and burned, turning into charred ashes.

Kerry had chopped off the woman's head, and the appendage cried out as it grew a toddler's head under the cover of the bones that had moved beyond the epidermis, dragging the remaining three legs and four arms to flee to the left passage, it was not as resourceful as the other devils, but at least had the intelligence of a normal human, and it remembered that the Tyre Knight who had a deep grudge against the humans it possessed had been abandoned there by it, by the goblin lizard keeper, who curled his lips and let out a howl that humans could not hear. Order the lizards to intercept their pursuers and bring their prey to it - he is to attach himself to the man to paralyze and assassinate the elven ranger and spellcaster.

It called many times, and the goblin lizards that had been kept in the other two passages had crawled out of their burrows, but there was no movement in the left passageway, and the appendages crawled in there as fast as they could, and a dozen or so black lizards were circling in a frenzy - they had to obey the orders of the appendages, but they couldn't get the human anyway - the goblin lizards couldn't stuff much in their simple little brains, and they circled around the iron box with all their might, trying to get Berdwin, who had been stuffed inside by the thieves. They clawed at the iron box, their tongues licking at its surface. The body kept pounding against the box to get in.

"What do you want to do?" asked Memmy, her voice low and hoarse, and every word she uttered seemed like swallowing a charcoal fire, and in fact she wanted to ask the man who had sworn to take her out of life why he was still in this terrible prison, but she did not dare—she and Gülen huddled together on the chandelier stand, thanking His Majesty, for he had often come here to admire the misery of his enemies, so there were torches and chandeliers in the form of branches, although there were no expensive candles on them, which would not be lit until His Majesty's time. But its quality is even better than that of a torture instrument, unusually strong, and it is all-iron, from the sling to the shelf. There can be four dozen candles on the shelf, and of course, it can accommodate two people.

Before receiving the Possession's orders, several lizards probed their heads to emerge from the rocky zenith. Catch or kill Glenn and Memey, but they are too slow and too sluggish. Thieves can easily stab them in the eye and throat with a single dismantled iron bar.

They fell to the ground, decaying and weathering at a rate visible to the naked eye, and only their nearest kind had time to bite a bite or two of flesh - all that was left was to lick the stones and smell the air.

Gülen sat on the edge of the lampstand, his feet dangling in the air, tapping his palms with iron bars again and again—carefully avoiding the parts that had been corrupted by the blood of the lizards—and his relaxed demeanor contrasted sharply with the reverend Flo who was holding the sling and squatting in the middle of the lampstand, shivering: "That's Baldwin. ”

"What?"

"Lord Baldwin," said the thief, "the friends and comrades of the Elven Ranger and the mage Kremard, they will not watch him die, and he will die dishonorably, in fact, they may have arrived. ”

And in the next moment, just as Glenn said, a misshapen monster rushed into the cave, and he found Glenn and Memmy at once, threw his head up and screamed angrily, and then turned to the box surrounded by lizards - it flipped the whole box over with a single wave, and the lid that the thieves pried open opened with a clatter, and Berdwin moved, but couldn't get out of the box— The chest was so small that even though the former Knight of Tyre was missing a hand, the thieves still broke several of his bones to stuff him inside.

But that didn't make it difficult for the Extremant, who erected itself and stretched its half-dissolved face towards Berdwin.

Then the Elven Ranger's arrow burst into the air, a precious enchanted arrow that collided with the Possession Demon and caused a violent concussion that nearly knocked Glenn and Memmy off the lampstand, shattering the remaining half of the Appendage's body, and it cried and fled, and the caster unleashed a swarm of crystal spiders that excitedly struck the chelicerae and scattered in all directions, chasing down the slow-moving goblin lizards.

At any other time, in another place, the Ranger would have to catch up with it and kill it once and for all - the Appendage Demon is a less common kind of demon, it is too weak to be extremely rare, but every time they come to the main material realm, they inevitably bring untold tears and blood, and sometimes they can slowly destroy entire villages and cities - but they have taken too much time.

Cremar pulled out the Mithril staff and knocked it on the iron box to make it bigger, and Berdwin twisted and fell out, and Kerry took Cremar's potion and filled him with a bottle, Berdwin gasped heavily, woke up, and coughed violently.

"Now we can go. Glenn whispered in Memey's ear.

The black-haired spellcaster raised an eyebrow when he saw Gülen, "Why are you here?" After returning to the royal capital, Berdwin held a small trial ceremony in front of the temple in Tyre, and the thieves were found guilty. But by this time he had already atoned for his sins, so Baldwin released him, except that he was not allowed to stay in Highland Norman.

"It is thanks to the Duke," said Gülen, as he walked over and kicked the iron box, "and was put into it before I could leave the capital—he told me that although he knew that I had not killed his illegitimate child, that did not prevent him from sending me to the execution table—and that he had sworn to come up with a particularly interesting way to die for me." Of course, he wouldn't mind letting me try the gadgets until then......"

The thief glanced at the spellcaster and found something in his eyes that he wanted to see—"So. Please take me away," he continued, "and I'm not going to survive here." ”

"And me, please. Memi pleaded after him. "They want to kill me!"

"Who is she?" asked Cremar, who glanced at Memmy, frowning unconsciously at the sight of the bone-revealing foot.

Mei Mi was chilled, and the caster didn't remember her anymore, but she remembered how the caster had coldly thrown her against the wall, like a withered flower—not to mention that she was so embarrassed that even the outcasts might not even look at her ugly. Or a cripple who will become a burden.

She grabbed Glenn, who held her arm, and Maemy didn't know if he wanted to push her out or hold her, more likely the former. She had dealt with thieves more than once, and they were all vile and vicious fellows, and oaths were like a breeze in their ears to them.

She was almost desperate, but then she saw Baldwin. He stood up with the elf's support, draped in a robe that the elf had taken out of the dimensional pouch.

"Please, sir. She shouted in the loudest voice, "I heard—their conspiracy, I heard, against you!" She let go of Gülen and took a few eager steps forward: "That conspiracy—it starts with your wife, Penny...... They framed you, I know everything, I can testify to you!"

Baldwin looked at Kerryben, and the elf hesitated, "I can't guarantee ......," he said.

"I'll take her with me," Glenn interjected, "and you don't need to worry about us," he took Meimi's arm again meaningfully, "and we'll follow you closely." ”

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The Otherworldly Soul felt a slight sense of guilt as he passed by the guards and knights engulfed by his spells, for the people had discovered something strange underground, and they had brought bows and crossbows, and no less than three spellcasters were coming, and the situation did not allow him and Kerry to be merciful— Thankfully, his spider servant caused even more chaos, shaking its body and leaping hundreds of flame spiders out of the shattering flames, each the size of a human's fist, but they burned, and the golden and red sparks spread out as they leaped everywhere you could see and not see.

Moreover, Cremar's servants had taken the greatest trophy of the Norman kings of the Highlands—a sturdy middle-aged man, richly dressed, with rings on his hands, bracelets on his wrists, a crown pressed into his hair, and a necklace hanging from his chest, each of which was pure gold and set with various precious stones, which Dylan Donclay would have been very familiar with if he had seen him.

As a crystallization of the fire element, the intelligent spirit servant also has its own preferences, such as the one of Cremar, it likes shiny things that are not easy to be melted and burned by the flames, and it thinks that its owner will like it too, so as soon as it sees its master coming out of the dark and dreary ground, it rushes over happily with a male human weighing one hundred and fifty pounds.

The poor human was hanging head-down, breathing in the scorching air, his eyes were roasted and dry, and his shaking hands and feet were occasionally touched by the red-hot iron whip—he thought so, but it was only the whiskers of the spider servant, though there was not much difference between the former and the latter, he could not see, and heard only terrified cries and chaotic cries.

So, not to mention how happy he was when he was thrown into a huge manger with cold water.

"I am Luther of Luzel," he said, looking at the man in front of him, who did not look like a knight or a guard, and though his robe was white and knee-length, there was something about him that reminded him of the spellcasters around him rather than the priests: "Thanksgiving!" he said, "brave man—tell me your name, and I will let your king give you the honor and reward you deserve!"

"Oh," said the man, "I am not a Highland Norman. ”

Luther blinked, and he looked around, two men, one male and one female, ragged and dirty, drinking from the manger he was soaking in, and the other, look, gray-haired and gray-eyed, wasn't that the Berdwin of Thundercastle? but he didn't look like a lord, but like a prisoner, the kind under the tower, and he saw it...... The one, or the culprit who had dragged him out of the warm and comfortable blanket and blown in the cold wind and roasted on the fire, was like a spider the size of a war horse, and it no longer burned so badly—it looked like a mass of charcoal isolated from the hearth, jet black, white in places, and full of blinding dark red in the cracks, which burned again and again if a little space was given.

"I heard before, 'The old king is dead, long live the new king.'" Luther said, "Well, since the Norman king of the Highlands is no longer able to reward you, what about Archduke Luzel?"

"How?" asked Gülen.

"I don't want to go back to the tower, though it's comfortable," said Luzel Grande Roude meaningfully, hiding the phrase "I think you too" under his tongue, and sucking the water from his beard, "I want to go back to my people, and if you will help me, it will never be better." ”

"Ruzel?"

"Of course not," Luther smiled, "they are here, in the royal capital, with a treasure worth half a million gold coins, which is my ransom." (To be continued......)

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