"How's it going?" After the explosion, Artevans slowly lowered his hand and asked Rusa with his mind to confirm whether his magic had succeeded.

"The leader of the generals, wounded, the rest are all destroyed, the south...... It seems to be coming.'"

"Can you deal with the wounded necromantic general?"

"Yes."

"Alright, I'll leave it to you over there, I'll stop the necromantic army coming from the south." Hearing Rusa's answer, Artevans was relieved to leave it to her.

As the necro forces lurking in the west were destroyed by the combined attack of Artevans and Eruba, it seems that the battle plan of the necrons in the south has been disrupted. At this time, Artevans could feel that the energy body in the south was rapidly moving to the west.

The magic he cast just now can be regarded as the most powerful magic that Artvance has mastered now, but because the signs are too obvious, it is very easy to dodge, so Artfan intends to let Rusa cooperate with him and use a spirit spell to temporarily delay the time, so that Artfans's magic can be fully hit.

But in order to stop the undead army rushing to the south, and buy time for Ai Rusha to kill the wounded necromantic general, it is necessary to fight head-on.

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At this moment, a cacophony of voices rang out in the woods south of Dimor.

"What was that explosion just now!?"

"Captain, it seems to be an attack from the demons!"

"Damn, keep up!"

The two necromantic forces that had been scattered and ambushed to the south were now gathered together and rushed to the west.

"Where are you going in such a hurry, Necromancy." Artevans suddenly appeared in front of the necromantic troops, blocking their way.

"Who are you?" The necromancer at the head asked sharply.

"It doesn't seem to matter, you just need to know that I'm your enemy, that's enough!"

As soon as Artfans' words fell, he waved his hand and summoned a dark vortex, and countless dark arrows flew out of the vortex.

"Defense! Position yourself!' The necromancer at the head looked at the flying dark arrows and shouted to the soldiers behind him.

Although the Dark Arrow managed to kill a dozen soldiers, the rest were blocked. But just as Artevans unleashed the spell, he overlooked that there was another team that had gone around to the side, and the most troublesome thing that had happened to him with more than one enemy had happened, and that was that he was surrounded.

"Rusha, have you taken care of it over there?" If Rusha hadn't settled it out, Artevans would have to fight in the encirclement, which would undoubtedly make him a little uncomfortable. He didn't want to waste too much of his energy for the sake of these necromancers.

"Already, it's okay." It looks like Rusha is coming quickly.

"Okay, listen to me, I'll ...... then" Artevans was about to deliver instructions to Rusa.

"You don't need to be so troublesome." An abrupt voice suddenly appeared in Atvance's mind, interrupting what he had meant to convey to Rusa.

"Who are you!?" Atfans didn't even notice where the sound was coming from.

"Instead of asking this question now, it's better to get out of where you are right now."

As soon as these words reached Atfans's mind, he felt a strong sense of crisis, and he subconsciously turned into black mist and flew into the air.

"Don't want to escape!" The necromancers saw Artevans flying into the air and immediately prepared for pursuit.

But before they could move on, an arrow with a suffocating chill fell out of nowhere and into where Artevans had stood.

Before the necromancers could react to what was happening, the ice arrows burst open, instantly engulfing everything around them in the polar ice.

Looking at the cold air that spread almost out of thin air on the ground, as well as the place where he was still standing just now, which could already be said to have become a cold and snowy place at this time, Atfans's face became a little ugly. Not because the target of this arrow was where he was standing, but because of the incredible power.

(This strong chill, the person who shot this arrow, is definitely above me.) ）

There is no doubt that this icy power should come from the demons.

"Next, it's up to you to take care of them." The voice reappeared.

The source of the sound should be the same person who shot the ice arrow, and it also made Artevans breathe a sigh of relief to see that the other party's target was not him. After falling to the ground, a strong dark aura erupted from his body, crushing the surrounding necromancers that had turned into ice cubes.

"Lord Artevans, this is ......" Rusha rushed over at this time, and when she saw the broken ice around her, a trace of confusion appeared on her face.

Instead of answering her, Artevans frowned and stared intently at a large tree not far away.

A moment later, a figure came out from behind the tree. The visitor was a woman with long, wavy blue hair, snow-white skin, and a gorgeous-looking outfit. From the point of view of appearance, it is more appropriate to call it a girl, although the temperament is very mature, but from the degree of growth of the face and bones, if converted to the age of a human being, the girl in front of him is only about fourteen years old for a human being.

But what worries Artevans the most is her magic eyes, which symbolize the demons, and the astonishing cold air that surrounds her.

"The first time we met, my name was Sheola." The woman smiled at Atfans and said.

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In the woods outside of Dimore, Artevans and Evausa stared at a woman who called herself Sheola.

From the moment Theola appeared, Rusa had been staring at each other. She always felt as if she had seen this face somewhere, but she didn't remember it in the slightest. It wasn't until Sheora looked at Rusa and smiled at her that Rusa came to her senses.

Atfans looked at Sheola, silent, with a somewhat complicated expression.

"Why didn't you do it in the first place?" As far as Sheola had just froze the entire necromantic army with one arrow, Artevans had already been able to judge that Sheola's strength was definitely above him, which made him a little angry.

And a strong person of this level will definitely be able to perceive what is happening when the necromancy invades.

"If there is already someone who can solve this problem, why should I do anything else?" Sheola suddenly gave an embarrassed expression, but she immediately realized that she seemed to be rude.

"I'm so sorry I haven't thanked the hero who saved Dimore. Thank you both for your help.'"

I saw Sheola with one hand on her chest, the other hand gently twisting her skirt, her right foot around the back of her left foot, slightly bent her knees, and smiled slightly, bending down gently to Artevans and Rusa.

Sheola's behavior seemed friendly to Artevans, who let his guard down a little.

"Why did the necromantic invasion take so long, but no demon army came, and not even the patrols on the Dimore border did not detect such an invasion. And what is your identity?'

Based on Artevans' assessment of Sheola's strength, her identity is definitely not simple.

"The strategist next to His Majesty the Demon King has only been in office for three years, and he is not familiar with some matters that are too detailed, so I am very sorry. As for what you asked, the Dvogars took a part, the part that patrolled the field in Dimore, and the part that guarded the castle, and there were no more soldiers. Moreover, the soldiers guarding the castle are not allowed to leave the castle area, which is specially ordered by His Majesty the Demon King."

Sheola's face showed a hint of embarrassment, and at the same time, she bowed her head to Artevans and apologized.

(No, she didn't tell me the truth, she was hiding something.) ）

"Since the number of soldiers is not enough, it is not difficult for you to deal with it at the first time with your own strength." Atlance looked Sheola in the eye, as if he was challenging her.

But as soon as the words fell, Xiora covered her mouth and laughed a few times, "Ah...... You're really forgetful, and as I've already said below, since there is a strong man of your strength, why do I need to do anything more."

But Sheola's words didn't seem convincing to Artevans.

"Then I'd like to ask you three questions, how did you know I was in Dimor? Why are you sure I'm going to make a move? Why do you think I must have that strength?'

Artevan's question is not unreasonable, and since Sheola can say that there is Artevan in his own presupposition, it is the three questions he asked.

If one of these three conditions is not met, then Sheola is playing with the lives of his compatriots.

"Indeed, if I hadn't gotten to know you beforehand, I wouldn't have dared to wait for you to make a move. And the situation was quite critical, and there were civilian casualties before you even made a move."

Siola said as she took a talisman from her waist and tossed it in the direction of the town.

"I've got the warlocks in the castle in action to deal with what's going on in the city. So, I'll answer your question now.'"

"First, as a strategist, it is my duty to propose strategies for all actions and to manage the entry and exit of the Dominion, and I already knew of their existence by my own means when they entered Dimor."

"Second, the two of them came here but lived in the Traveler's Cave, which means that the two of them came here from a plane other than the Hell, and take a step back, the two of them are not the natives here. And the two of you came here from somewhere else at this time, I'm afraid they have a plan, and I don't think you will let the necromancers destroy this place and let the potential value of this place disappear."

"Third, because I can feel the amazing power in your body, I will naturally be relieved. The reason why I made a move just now was to let you end the battle early. I don't know if you're satisfied with my answer.'"

After Sheola finished speaking, she bowed slightly politely.

(He said he wasn't familiar with affairs, but he knew everything about what happened after she and I came here.) At the expense of my compatriots in exchange for my shot, and behaving so calmly and thoughtfully afterwards. You are worthy of being a strategist of the demon race, but what is your real purpose? ）

Sheola's answer really made it almost impossible for Artevans to find the loophole, and the only inconsistency was that Sheora was willing to believe that she had never met herself. At this point, Artevans was skeptical that Sheola was hiding his true purpose.

Because, the biggest premise of Artevans' three problems is the invasion of necromancy. And Sheola's precise answer was as if he had acquiesced to the premise that the necromancer would invade.

"With the sacrifice of my kindred, it is really admirable courage to wait for my shot. Then the team that set off for Trier to negotiate with the necromancy, I'm afraid you have also made arrangements." Atfans sighed and said.

"Of course, I haven't asked for the names of the two yet." Sheola had everything in order.

"Artevans, this is Rusha...... Artevans pointed to himself and then to Rusa.