The dwarf, holding a lantern in his hand. This lantern was common in their mines, with a square metal frame with dwarven patterns and patterns such as a war hammer and a pickaxe attached to it, and the hollows in the lantern were filled with expensive crystals to keep out the wind and rain. Unlike the usual dwarven miner's lamp, the top and bottom of the lantern have many non-dwarven decorations, such as the knight's distinctive shield and sword emblem, the wine cup symbolizing the alliance, and the silver lion head that is used as the lid of the lantern all hint at the maker's knowledge of the blue lion.

As for the wick part, which is the most important part of the lantern, it looks a little strange. There were no candles or twists for oil lamps in the perimeter of the crystal, except for a glowing ball held in the middle of the lantern by a few brackets, and the light was different from the light emitted by anything that burned, but no one would be unfamiliar with it. It was the sun's radiance, not a metaphor, but a real ray, or rather, the first rays of morning light seen from the ruins of the Molten Iron City at the end of winter and the beginning of spring, rising from behind the Dragon's Back Mountain in the east! It was also the supreme masterpiece that André had forged as a dwarven craftsman with the blessing of the Divine Mansion, a lantern that recorded the sun.

"Shhhh The serpent, or rather the Skin-Skinner, struggled, his massive body was now a burden, and his body over twenty meters in the sunlight had nowhere to hide. All he could do was curl up his body to reduce the area exposed to direct sunlight and relieve the pain of his skin dissolving.

Krus took the opportunity to run away from the serpent's back and ran in the direction of the lantern. However, he ran a few steps, stopped again, and rolled forward reflexively to pick up the longsword he had dropped, the flame in his eyes extinguished but the fighting spirit in his eyes was rekindled. "Don't give him a chance to escape!

The Daescent's shouts were heard, and the response was a throwing knife from Jerry and an arrow from Elsa. If an attack like this didn't even leave a mark on the scales of the serpent, with the help of the dwarf's lantern, the blades and arrows effortlessly penetrated the skin and penetrated deep into the monster's muscles. "Roar!" the serpent roared, trying to demonstrate against those who dared to hurt itself, but the snake's eyes turned away when the sun met. Sunlight is the deadliest poison for the skinner.

"Looks like our scaly friends don't like to be seen. The Grand Duke of Hammer said, carrying a lantern in his hand, and he had to make sure that the sun shone on the serpent as much as possible to create more opportunities for his companions to attack. Lothar and the Wolfwalkers had already rushed away from the dwarves, and they wouldn't miss this rare opportunity, the golden axe of the Fool's Justice dazzling in the reflection of the light, and the blade carved with the lion slid through the air, with a real lion's roar.

"Poof!" The sword and battle axe stabbed into the serpent's body at the same time, and Jack leapt up to try to attack the serpent's neck directly. "Whew!" Mona tried to attack the Snake Tail to contain the Skin's ability to move, but she clearly underestimated her opponent's ability to fight back, the serpent's huge body was destined to be part of the lantern's light range even if it was curled up, and the snake tail was one of them. With a terrible howl, the female warrior was knocked out by a blow of the tail, and her body slammed into the trunk of the tree, knocking the rat man on the tree down!

"Howl!" Seeing Mona injured, Jack roared, his claws tore open the scales of the serpent's neck, and the fanged mouth tore at the soft subcutaneous tissue of his opponent fiercely! "Click!" The intense pain almost drove the skin-skinned man crazy, and the serpent's body began to writhe irregularly and wantonly, although the scales were softened by the sun, the power advantage of its large size remained. With the experience of female warriors, except for the wolfwalker who hung from the neck of the snake, the melee personnel, including Krus, sensibly chose to avoid the edge for the time being.

"That's not the way to go, we've got to find out where that bastard is hiding. The Demon Spawn's chest heaved as he said to Lothar beside him. He saw that attacking the serpent in vain was just a useless drain of his own stamina, and they had to quickly search for the location of the skin-bearer itself and pull it out of the skin to really solve the problem.

"The Skinned One hides in the heart of the snake, make sure he's in the sun when you get him out!" said Elsa, coming out of the bushes where she was hiding, to her companions. Her tone was cold and calm, which was not what Red Fox usually looked like. Her eyes, in particular, shone with an incomprehensible light even in the light of the lantern.

"Cheese?" the dwarf asked as she tried to ask, and Elsa turned her head to look at him and nodded slightly. The warrior moved her body, not feeling comfortable with the gesture, and she tried to pull the short bow in her hand, but did not shoot the arrow. "I tell Elsa where the heart is, and she'll shoot an arrow to mark it for you. Remember, you only have one chance, and once that thing escapes, we won't have another chance. ”

Lothar shrugged when she heard the conversation behind her, "You know, sometimes wizards' abilities are quite scary. I don't want people to get into my head. ”

Instead of answering, Krus lowered his body and waited patiently for the arrow that Cheese had promised. He didn't have to wait long, and after about three seconds, the serpent had to raise its upper body in order to shake off the werewolf on its body, and at the same time, a ringing arrow with a red cloth tied to its tail burst out of the air, whistling and hitting the middle of the two scales accurately in the light, firmly embedded in it. Interestingly, the small arrow seemed to irritate the Skinned One more than the tomahawk and wolf claws, and the serpent's mouth spewed dark green smoke, and its coiled body began to spread out as if it was about to retreat.

"Want to run?" Lothar sneered, pinning the tomahawk to her waist and sprinting her legs towards the red arrow as fast as she could. Krus shook his head, he didn't like this kind of reckless attack, but now that it was here, charging with all his might was the best option. The Demon Spawn took a deep breath and snuffed out the remaining demonic fire in his body, he didn't need this power to enhance his reaction now, the flames were extinguished and replaced by fullness and lightness flowing through his veins, this power was what he needed now.

Lifting his breath, holding his mind, the figure of the killer was as ethereal but fast as a ghost, and he rushed to the side of the Count of Montenegro in a moment with a sword in one hand.