"He'......" Katrina looked at the wooden door, her eyes half pitiful and half questioning.

Tarrant shook his head slightly, he didn't want the people in the wooden door to hear the conversation.

Katrina understood what he meant, and also lowered her voice and asked, "Why is that happening?"

"The contact of the spirit-sucking monsters," Tarrant explains, "is said to have a paralyzing effect on their antennae, numbing the other's perceptual nerves before sucking their brains, reducing their resistance, just like vampire bats." ”

"Oh...... Is there no help?"

"Mortal wounds, resurrections, and the lifting of the plague cannot be reversed, and even if he survives, he must be a poor worm like an idiot," Tarrant paused, "hoping that in the world of the undead he can regain his mind." ”

"Terrible evil creatures," Catrina said resentfully.

Tarrant stared at the darkness in front of him, the two teammates beside him were still awake, and the team couldn't withstand any more psychic explosions, "What spells do you have left?"

"Magic missiles, flaming arrows, low-level acceleration. ”

Although they are all effective practical spells, the situation at this time is more direct with instant spells, "If you find an enemy, immediately use a magic missile, don't hesitate, casting a spell will give the spirit sucker monster a chance to take advantage of it." ”

"Okay", the great master did not refute and accepted his advice.

"I'll check these cells and be on guard," Tarrant said, heading for the wooden door on the left.

There was the same activator next to the wooden door, and Tarrant gently put it up with his left hand, and the wooden door opened straight and straight, and he had to overturn his previous inference, these wooden doors were designed for psionic monsters, and only their physique would require a highly sensitive activation mechanism, and if it was a human or other humanoid, it would choose a greater sense of feedback.

The room behind the wooden door seemed empty, Tarrant shook the torch to confirm that there was no living creature inside, nothing but a broken leather armor on the ground, he picked up the leather armor, it was covered with a layer of ash, the blood stains had dimmed, no one had touched it for a while, the texture of the leather armor itself was not very good, it was stiff and thin, and it had no practical protection for sharp weapons, he abandoned the leather armor and exited the room.

The mage asked with concern, "Is there no one?"

"No", Tarrant continued to open the next cell door, and there was a damp smell in the room, and he saw a pile of excrement piled up in the center of the center, which did not look like a natural shape but ...... Disgusting work, someone's resistance before they die.

The next few wooden doors were opened, and Tarrant didn't find a single living person except for the ones that didn't make sense.

Rex and Kitty woke up almost at the same time, both rubbing their heads.

When Tarrant's eyes met with Kitty, she seemed to have something to say, "Kitty, don't say sorry, that's not necessary. ”

Kitty nodded, "Report...... Huh", she smiled shyly.

"The only prisoner we found was also saved," Tarrant explained to Rex what he had found.

"Hurt?"

"Brain injury, sucking monster touch," Tarrant said as he walked towards the two wooden doors that clinged to the arena.

Rex took out his water bag and took a big sip of water, "Hope lasts forever." ”

Sounding like a firm belief and a morale boost, Tarrant waved his hand and said, "It's only appropriate to use this sentence when the four of us are shocked together," and he opened the cell door on the left.

It was empty, the ground was a little messy, and a grumpy creature had once been imprisoned.

He moved to the cell door to the right, the door opened, and a figure sat inside, and Tarrant snapped his fingers as his teammates walked in this direction.

The humanoid did not respond to the sound of the door opening and seemed to have ...... Tarrant walked towards him, torches shining on the man's face, his chin sharpened, his eyes closed, and his long black hair tied back in a bundle of ...... It was a pair of pointy-eared, elf, black-haired elves, which is one of the typical characteristics of human-elven hybrids.

Standing outside the door, Katrina said curiously, "Half-elf." ”

The half-elf still didn't react, sitting cross-legged, his hands flat on his knees, like a warrior monk's posture in practice, the light green cloth armor on his body was slightly dirty, and the trousers were neatly tucked into leather boots.

On the surface, the half-elf was uninjured and there was no anomaly under his nose, and Tarrant took two more steps forward.

The half-elf's eyes suddenly opened, "Is there any food?"

Tarrant froze in place, and it took two seconds for him to react, and he quickly replied, "Yes," and he took out the only remaining coarse bread.

The half-elf grabbed the bread and stuffed it into his mouth.

Looking at him, he was still very conscious, able to speak, eat, and sit upright, and Tarrant introduced himself: "We are the knights of the Sheltered Light, can you move, come with us." ”

The half-elf gulped and did not answer.

"This is the lair of the Psisuckers, they ......"

"I know where this is", the half-elf interrupted Tarrant a little rudely, the bread was all settled, "I've lived here for a few months. ”

"How many months?" the mage asked in amazement.

Tarrant noticed the half-elf word, "live," which sounded like a pretty enjoyable word.

"They found that I had some use and arranged this special place. The half-elf continued.

He was supposed to be referring to the arena, and Tarrant asked, "You fought in martial arts?"

"That's why I'm alive until now," the half-elf replied coldly, and stood up and walked to the door, his eyes staring indifferently ahead, not looking at people's expressions, as if there was no one at the door.

Although Tarrant does not expect the people who have been aided to thank him, the half-elf's attitude is a bit withdrawn, and he seems to take rescue for granted.

"See my weapon?" the half-elf asked as he walked through the team and out of the door, commanding as if no one was around.

Tarrant began to suspect that the guy's brain had been injured, or that the time spent here had made him socially incapacitated, and he muttered to himself, "Somebody here." ”

"I think I know him", Kitty looked at the back, "a legend, 'Bloody Eye' Tannis." ”

The half-elf heard the sound but did not stop, as if acquiescing.

"'Bloody Eyes'?" repeated Katrina, "is it because of his eyes, which I noticed were red." ”

The light just now was too dim for Tarrant to notice the color of the half-elf's eyes, and he asked, "Red?"

Katrina nodded affirmatively, "As he walked past me, I could clearly see that his right eye was red and bloody. ”

"It was blood, a wound he had suffered as a child, a branch had pierced his right eye socket, the lens of the eyeball was red with blood, the druid could not heal that injury, and since then his right eye has been disabled and unable to see things in the distance. ”

"What is the origin of the title 'Bloody Eye'?" Tarrant glared at the half-elf who was walking alone in the darkness, the half-breed had the natural ability of an elf, night vision, and could see several meters even without torches.

"Legend of the Plains of Rammiu, a guardian who is everywhere and does his duty, the last thing his opponents see is usually Tannis's red eye, and 'Bloody Eye' is the name that terrifies those monsters. ”

Guardians, Tarrant sighed, they are different kind of marksmen, not only good at long-range weapons, but also demanding that they practice multi-target attacks, the moment they draw the bow, they can aim at multiple targets at the same time, but since Tannis is disabled in one eye, I am afraid that the crosshair is not as good as an ordinary shooter.

"If you still want to go out," the half-elf said in front, "follow me." ”

Tarrant suspiciously asked his teammates for advice, but Rex had already gone in that direction.