Hush!

Underground cave**, the solemn-faced witcher suddenly made a silent gesture,

"There's a voice ahead!"

He took a few steps forward, his ears moving, his nose twitching, as if discerning the message brought by the air currents,

"The smell of blood, and the sound of fighting, is within two hundred meters. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Is it human blood?" Joz asked,

The witcher shook his head, "I can't tell for now." ”

"Restrain your breath and try not to make a sound."

John whispered a few words, put away the light source for lighting, and walked forward in the dark, walking around a corner, and there was a bright light in front of him.

Red, blue, purple, the three colors converge, accompanied by cold, heat, and hemp three completely different, even opposite, strange feelings.

"It's so rich in elemental power."

Joz muttered to himself, he could feel the magical elements flowing in the air, such a strong elemental power, it was incredible.

Everyone followed the light forward, the passage began to become narrow, and after a few tens of meters, it widened abruptly, and a stone staircase appeared under their feet, and in front of the stone steps was a wide ancient ruin.

There were many things in the field: sixteen glowing dark green lanterns, silver-haired werewolves, warriors with twin knives, eleven stone statues, a giant magic altar, and a strange creature with a whole body on fire.

"My lord, is that person?"

The sharp-eyed Amy saw the strange man sitting on the top for the first time, and despite the wounds on its body and its face beyond recognition, the girl recognized who it was.

"I was so badly injured, but I didn't die!"

The demon hunter was silent, his right hand holding the warm hilt of his sword, and his eyes had a cold intent of war.

Joz hid behind the stone wall, frowning slightly, constantly looking at the scene below, and whispered,

"How do I feel like the Twin Blade Warriors fighting werewolves are like legendary elves?"

"It's supposed to be an elf!"

Karl whispered back, the Witcher's headquarters has a catalogue of various magical creatures, and the warrior below with strong combat skills is very similar to the elf drawn on the illustration.

"It's a little weird, how can werewolves fight elves." Amy was puzzled, "Besides, that elf is so strange, doesn't he feel pain?" ”

Bang!

After a violent impact, the elf took a few steps back and stabilized his body, his expression was indifferent, even though his body was covered with blood, his abdomen was cut open, and his intestines fell out, his eyes did not change in the slightest, and he still attacked desperately.

"Damn it!"

Maureen bared her teeth, her flesh and blood squirmed, and the wound left by the scimitar disappeared in the blink of an eye, but the blue light around the wound was not so easy to remove, and the blue light did not know what kind of energy body it was, attached to the skin, and constantly penetrated into the flesh and blood.

"Is this guy undead?"

The more she fought, the more frightened she became, and the will and physical endurance shown by the other party were beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, which was by no means something that flesh and blood creatures could do.

"Whatever you are, you're going to die today."

Maureen roared, a layer of silver light appeared in her claws, and she stabbed directly into the opponent's chest against the scimitar that stabbed at her.

Poof!

The sound of sharp blades entering the flesh sounded one after another, and the two staggered, and a huge wound appeared in Maureen's abdomen, but her eyes were filled with crazy joy, she bared her teeth and claws forcefully, pinching and bursting the still beating heart.

Burst!

The sound of flesh and blood bursting was so pleasant that Maureen couldn't help but let out a roar of pleasure in her heart.

But in the next second, after feeling the breath coming from behind her, the roar stopped abruptly, she turned her body, and when she saw the elf standing up again, her eyes were dazed, shocked and deeply puzzled,

"My heart is gone, why can I still stand up."

The elf slowly raised his head, his expression was still silent, and his dark eyes were like two black holes, revealing dead silence and coldness.

He silently raised his cutlass and charged again.

In the shadows in the distance, everyone who saw this scene couldn't help frowning,

"Is this black witchcraft or necromancy?" Amy wondered,

The high-level wizard shook his head slowly, his eyes were serious,

"Neither, necromancy and black sorcery can change the nature of flesh and blood, but this elven warrior in front of him is different, his blood is still red, and his heart is intact, with no signs of erosion."

"And what's going on with this scene in front of you? Her heart has been pulled out, and she can still fight? ”

"I'm more curious about the wolf than the elf." The witcher chimed in, "Silver hair, powerful aura, calm judgment, strong fighting skills, healing abilities far beyond the average werewolf, and more importantly, female. ”

Hearing this, Joz was stunned, "The little princess of the Taita clan! ”

"Yes!"

The witcher nodded, "She's the only one who meets these criteria, it's just that I'm wondering why she came here from as far away as Texas?" ”

"Maybe it's for the golden apple."

"It's possible!"

Just as the two were talking in a low voice, the smiling doll in the sixteen dark lamps seemed to sense something, turned around, squinted a pair of eyes that could not see the pupils, and looked at this side with a grin.

"I see you, thief, thief, thief who can't escape."

The smiley doll cracked its mouth and let out a oozing laugh, and at the same time, the other fifteen dark lanterns looked back at the same time, revealing strange faces that were crying, laughing, or hideous.

"It's not good, it's been discovered."

The expressions of the three of them changed, and they subconsciously looked back, their vision was blank, the light-winged man who was standing here disappeared, and a bottomless hole appeared in the ground.

Seeing this scene, the three of them couldn't help but glance at each other, Joz sighed, took a few steps back, hid in a deeper place, took out the source magnet from the package, and began to build the portal,

The witcher drew his pure white blade, got up and walked out, and Amy followed suit.

Although they are a little unhappy with the arrogant and direct way of acting of the Lightwingers, what should be done is still to be done, this is a war of humanity, and the goal of the Winged People is Fenrir, and they are not qualified to ask the other party to stand at the forefront to meet the enemy.

"Hey! Giggle! Giggle! Giggle! ”

"There are two more, humans!"

"I don't like humans, I hate thieves even more."

"I hate it too, let the master kill him."

"Yes, kill him!"

……

Sixteen baby faces shouted one after another, the noise was disturbing, and on the high seat, the strange man who was closing his eyes and repairing his body opened his eyes, and when he saw the two familiar figures at the far end of the field of vision, which he could not forget in his dreams, he stood from the seat with a pout, gritting his teeth, with resentment and indescribable pleasure on his face.

"Damn low-grade crumbs, it's great to be able to find here, it's so good."

It hissed and chuckled, raised its hand and pointed, and two gray rays of light shot out from its fingertips, striking the two stone statues.

Click!

Large cracks appeared on the surface of the stone statue, and two large creatures appeared.