When Zhang Lin was thrown to the ground, the little black elf girl didn't react to what was happening, and when the flames roared and flew from above, she hugged Zhang Lin and refused to let go.

The cultist couldn't see his expression because he was wearing a mask, but it seemed that he was determined to kill Zhang Lin, so the red light in his hand did not decrease, dragging a tongue of fire more than a meter long and continuing to attack.

The right hand that was held by the little girl of the black elf couldn't be freed for a while, but Zhang Lin didn't panic.

"Uhhh

Zhang Lin's left hand shook, and the sharp flying knife went straight towards the man, a silver light flashed, and the other party fell down with an unbelievable look covering his throat.

The battle that ended quickly did not produce much movement, but there must have been more than one cultist who attacked at night, and when the first person fell, the other person also appeared at the door at the same time, and seeing that his companion was blocked by a move, he hurriedly raised the dagger in his hand and was about to rush towards Zhang Lin.

At this moment, Zhang Lin, who was facing the door, suddenly ducked to the side.

"Click-"

The sound of broken ribs was evident in the quiet of the night.

On the other side of the door, a figure flew directly over and hit the man's back, and the two of them smashed the wooden bed in the room together.

The cultist who flew over pressed against his companion, his entire chest sunken down, and a large amount of blood poured out of the cracks in his mask.

Even if there was one person as a cushion for the flesh, it still couldn't change the life that passed so quickly because the broken ribs punctured the internal organs, and the right hand that lit up the brilliance of the healing technique only fell halfway up.

As for the person on his back, he was knocked away by the huge impact, but his vitality was quite tenacious, and he didn't care about the few pieces of wood he was holding on his body, so he waved his dagger again and pounced on Zhang Lin.

Zhang Lin hooked his left hand, and the flying knife inserted in the throat of the first person appeared in his hand again, followed his diagonal step, and directly wiped it from the neck of the guy in front of him who was no longer so neat.

Without looking at this dead guy, Zhang Lin walked out.

Kashia, who was on the other side of the door, also walked out with her wrists moving, apparently the cultist who had been stoned to death by a punch was her masterpiece.

Kexia looked at the little black elf girl who was like a koala on Zhang Lin's body with some curiosity, and the successive killings made her desperately shrink her head on Zhang Lin's chest, her body trembled like chaff, and for a while she even forgot that she was hiding from the object she had stolen before.

Next door, Ciel was not far behind, a cultist leaning limply against the wall, the wall behind him was cracked, and his chest was stained red with blood spitting out as if he didn't want money.

"Well, I didn't leave a living ......," Zhang Lin frowned.

As the words fell, Serana stepped out with one hand in her hands, and a cultist with an ice pick stuck in her shoulder, her hands in her throat, floating in front of her without resistance.

I saw that the movement in Serana's hand turned into a downward pressure, and the cultist floating in front of her knelt directly on the ground.

The out-of-control cultist gasped for air, and just as he was about to make a move of resistance, Serana's ruby eyes lit up, and a pair of tiny fangs squeezed out between his lips.

The next moment, a white light shrouded the cultist's head, and the spell under the vampire's powerful illusion talent bonus immediately controlled this guy.

"Where's Milak?"

"I don't know where Mistress Mirak is." The cultist hung his head and answered Serana's question dreamily, but the answer apparently did not satisfy the four.

"And how do you contact Milak?" Serana continued to ask, frowning.

"We are listening to Lord Mirak's will in the Temple." Without the slightest pause, the controlled cultist replied quickly.

Hearing this, Kashia shook her head, "I didn't meet Milak at the temple, so I can say that my encounter with her was just a coincidence, and I haven't even investigated much information about her. ”

Kexia didn't doubt that it wasn't Mirak she had encountered at that time, and the powerful dragon soul contained in the human body was inferior to even her, and there could be no one else except the original dragonborn.

"What is your purpose?"

"Kill the False Dragonborn, and Lord Milak will reward us." The cultists didn't know exactly what the so-called reward would be, and to Zhang Lin and the others, it was purely a blank check, and these cultists didn't think about whether they could deal with Kashiya for this illusory reward, and even killed many innocent people.

"How do you know we're here?"

"Ravenstone has our eyeliner." It seems that not all of these cultists have gone to Skyrim Province, and these people have chosen to stay on the island and wait for the rabbits, but it is clear that they have kicked the iron plate, and it is not the rabbits who are waiting for them.

Next, several people asked some questions one after another, but they didn't get much valuable information, these cultists didn't even have a fixed base other than the temple in Mirak, they were scattered in various towns and settlements on the island, and they didn't have much contact with each other.

After losing its usefulness, the cultist was torn off by Kashia.

"Shall we go to the temple of Milak, she may not be there." Ignoring the gradually cooling corpses on the ground, Zhang Lin looked at Kexia.

"At least she can charge some interest, maybe there is something good in her temple?" Apparently Kashia was still interested in looting tombs, temples, and so on.

"Maybe she can find a copy of the Dark Sutra, if she doesn't take it with her." Zhang Lin frowned, it's good that you are happy.

"Alright, it's time to tell me what's going on with this little imp in you." Tucking her hair back in the middle of the night, which was a little messy from being woken up in the middle of the night, Kashia looked with interest at the little black elf girl who had not raised her head until now.

"Well, a novice thief, it looks like I'm her first target." Zhang Lin smiled, and then stretched out his left hand to pull the little girl off his body, "Don't be a turtle with a shrunken head." ”

"Uh......h Millie is not a turtle, please don't kill Millie, or Mom won't be able to see Millie when she wakes up. The little girl, knowing that she could no longer pretend to be an ostrich, looked up and saw tears in her big eyes.

Shrugging his shoulders, Zhang Lin let the little guy continue to hang on his body, but his tone became much better, "It seems that this little guy's mother has some strange disease and has been asleep for a long time, so she wants to steal some money to take her mother to Skyrim Province for treatment." ”

Hearing Zhang Lin tell her story, the little black elf girl forgot to cry for a while, and now she didn't know that she had been discovered from the beginning.

"Well, what a poor little fellow." Hill leaned over and wiped away the tears for the little girl, "Take us to see your mother, maybe we have a solution." ”

"Really?" The little girl seemed to grasp a life-saving straw, the tears in her eyes surged out again, and she let go of the hand holding Zhang Lin and jumped into Hill's arms, "Woo, thank you, sister." ”

In Ciel's arms, the little black elf girl cried for a while, and gradually fell asleep, if it wasn't for Ciel's timely support, maybe she would have fallen, tonight's events were too fast for her young people.

Zhang Lin found the unconscious owner in front of the innkeeper's room, the cultists did not kill him, and after learning what happened in the shop, he was terrified, but he refused Kashia's compensation for the damage.

"I hope you don't blame this kid." The innkeeper looked at the little guy who was sleeping in Ciel's arms, "They are just poor people. ”