on the River Leyte.

Rhona gripped the front of his staff, and the magic of the frost system overflowed from Ronna's palm, and the wand, which was already somewhat overheated, was quickly cooled under the influence of the cold breath.

"Are there any people alive under the cabin?"

"It's really not what we should do to save people."

One of the mercenaries complained with some displeasure as he had just carried a comatose sailor onto the deck.

"Don't complain, bring the wounded to the spare wooden boat of the merchant ship, this ship will not last long!"

After the battle, Rona commanded the crew to clean up the battlefield, and the Serpent of Yevrk did do a lot of dirty things in the past, but these were all forced by life.

Now that their lives have long since stabilized, the members of the mercenary group agree that they still need a good name.

It sounds hypocritical, but it's not a good feeling to walk down the street and be avoided like a plague.

Ron continued to cool down the staff in his hand, the protocrystals embedded in the top of this staff can exponentially amplify the effect of his spells, and the disadvantage is that there is a danger of shattering if too much magic is infused.

In the game, it should be considered that the durability is gone, and the rarity and quality of this staff are also in the first level of epic.

The Serpent of Yevrk was found in a dangerous ancient ruin.

"Open your eyes, I know you're not passing out."

Rona crouched down in front of the Inquisitor, with whom he had fought several times, but the stitches were the trickiest Inquisitor he had ever met, so Rona didn't dare to let his guard down.

So much so that the wand in his hand was already at a critical point.

The stitches that had fallen on the deck burst out with a weird laugh again when they heard this...

"Don't laugh, do you still have companions?"

Rhona will not be soft on any of the Inquisitors, because his lovers, his comrades in the mercenary group, have been afflicted by the Grey Mist, and the culprits of these are the Inquisitors.

So when he was entrusted by Qiao Xiu to grab the stitches, he was still a little dissatisfied... But since it was the employer's order, Rona could only follow it.

However, Qiao Xiu's commission only grabbed the stitches, which did not mean that they had to bypass the other judges.

The stitches were still laughing without speaking, and the laughter sounded a little inexplicable to Ronna.

"Answer me! Do you have any other companions? Rona was annoyed by the laughter of the stitches.

"Nope!"

The stitch suddenly stopped laughing and answered Rhona in an equally angry voice.

When she looked at Rhone, he noticed that half of the Inquisitor's cheek was ulcerated.

"You hateful fellows, what a mercenary group, what for the Alliance! One by one, they destroyed my toys for no reason! The stitches roared at Rona in a frantic voice, and Rona suddenly grabbed her cloak and pulled her to the other side.

But this action was still a little late, and the calf of the stitch was instantly cut off by an invisible blade.

At this moment, Rona saw a stranger behind the merchant ship, and his target was not Rona but a stitch.

"It's time to finish." After the calf of the stitch was broken, he laughed a little crazy again.

This time, Rona felt a large amount of gray magic gathering in the stern of the boat, and he was still aiming at the stitches, and Rona only needed to dodge at this time.

But at this moment, Rona put the staff in his hand against the ground, and the pure white inscription flashed in front of Ronna, and a magic barrier composed of inscriptions instantly unfolded in front of Ronna.

A torrent of gray swept through the magic barrier formed by Ronna, and the magic of the unleasher far exceeded Ronna's expectations, and the barrier shattered in less than two seconds.

"Get out of here!" Stitch saw Rona block the blow for her, and shouted angrily again.

"You just said... Coalition? ”

Ronna's voice sounded very difficult, and the magic barrier in just a few seconds was about to drain the magic in his body.

"So what!" The stitches roared angrily again.

"It's just some... Surprised, it turns out that you also play World Rift. ”

As soon as Rona finished speaking, the protocrystall at the tip of his staff shattered into slag and the magic barrier disappeared in an instant, but luckily the rest of the group spotted the attacker at the stern.

They reacted quickly, drawing the attackers' hatred to the past.

"Ronna!"

The archer immediately approached Rona, who was half-kneeling on the ground, and found that the epidermis of the arm on which he was holding the staff had completely disappeared.

"Hey... You can't hold the mouse anymore. The archer looked tremblingly at the wound on Ronna's hand.

"Koya, it's time to make this boring joke......"

Before Rona could finish his words, he collapsed into the arms of the archer.

The needle's pupils contracted as she watched the scene, and she was about to shout the word 'deserved' mockingly, when a needle prick of gray mist emerged from below the deck and pierced her brow.

At this moment, the stitch lost consciousness and collapsed on the deck.

When the stitches opened her eyes again, she appeared in a dark space... In a space she had long been familiar with.

"Stitches, you've failed."

A figure made of gray mist appeared in front of the stitches, wearing a mask with a bird's beak on its face, and fingers on its hands three times the length of a normal person.

The figure of the gray mist slowly stroked the festering half of the cheek that had been festered by the stitches.

"Don't say anything superfluous, isn't it just death, I've been waiting for a long time." The needle shouted at it.

Eventually, the hand moved to the neck of the needle and suddenly restrained the needle's neck.

"You will be my sustenance."

The stitches felt the suffocation sensation gradually coming from their necks, and a smile appeared on their faces again... Because even if her world was pitch black in front of her, it didn't matter if she closed her eyes or not.

Born alone and shrouded in black, stitches hated the world, so they wanted revenge, and then left this world.

Now she can finally leave this place she hates without nostalgia.

But in a trance, she heard the sound of something roaring, and she opened her eyes again in disbelief, the roaring sound was not her delusion.

An orc in armor burst out of the corner, let out another angry roar, and used his shield to repel the gray figure that was holding the needle's neck.

The stitches fell back to the ground, coughing incessantly...

"But... What—" Stitch breathed in the air around her, looking incompreceptably at the orc standing in front of her.

"It doesn't matter who you are! Get out of here! The stitch shouted at the orc, but the orc also roared loudly into the gray mist in the distance.

"Stitches, you're resisting my will."

Anger was not audible in the gray mist, but his long claws slammed into the orc, knocking him to the ground in a split second.

"How did I know it would be like this! I don't even know where this damn orc came from! Anger filled the heart of the stitches again, and she couldn't even be killed now.

But the stitches felt the suffocation of the neck again, and the gray mist had clearly grabbed the orc's neck.

In the next second, thunder and lightning exploded in the dark space, and the arrows formed by the thunder shot towards the gray mist, piercing the gray mist's body through a hollow.

"Stitches! Where do these powers in your consciousness come from! Gray Mist's voice sounded angry.

"The power in my consciousness?"

The needle stepped back incomprehensibly, she had no idea what was happening, but a sharp tentacle appeared in the gray mist's hand and stabbed the needle, and the needle watched as the tentacle pierced herself, but it was the horned bear that stood in front of the needle, and the tentacle pierced into the bear's skin, and the giant bear let out a roar of pain.

There was also a scar on the arm from which the stitches were placed, but she didn't feel anything.

At this moment, the stitch looked at the one in front of him in a daze... A giant bear with horns, and she suddenly remembered that the bear she had seen there.

Suddenly... Needle turned his head to look behind him, and twenty-four heavily armed orcs, minotaurs, and High Elves charged towards the place, and the orc at the head raised his long sword in his hand and roared out...

"For the Horde!"