The two stopped fighting and ran to the wall, where Kitty waited by the door, "It's their smell." ”

The strong smell of death filled the air, and Tarrant sniffed carefully, which was indeed mixed with the erosiveness peculiar to his old enemy, and he grabbed Katrina's hand, in this way to convey a warning of danger.

Rex pulled out a wooden thorn from his wrist, and the flail shook slightly in the air.

There was a stiff sound of iron grinding at the other end of the passage, perhaps a weapon used by slaves, the Psicosucker was protected, Tarrant raised his hand and kept his voice to a minimum: "I'm here to attack, you help me." ”

Teammates give them a look of approval.

Tarrant grabbed the halberd, the energy stone on it no longer had magic energy, this would not have much effect, he rehearsed the upcoming battle in his mind, this passage was narrower than the ones he passed by, the halberd could easily block the other party, even if the spirit sucking monster was successfully shocked, it was difficult to come and suck it, he believed that his teammates would protect him, and the team could easily win.

Thinking of this, Tarrant confidently strode past Kitty and burst into the darkness, the torches behind him following into the passage.

Wooden doors appeared on either side, as strong as the one that had just been burned, and the corner of Tarrant's eyes swept over the neatly arranged door frames, like a very tight underground prison, and an indescribable gloom hung over him, and he forced himself to concentrate his energy and stare at the darkness ahead.

A door on the right side was ajar, and the rusted iron frame that held the door panel made a "squeak" grinding sound, which was the dry sound heard earlier, not a slave's weapon, Tarrant stopped in front of the door and analyzed: "This is the place where slaves are imprisoned. ”

Katrina hid behind Kitty, "Those who participated in the death match must have been brought from here." ”

"Hmm", Tarrant tapped the wooden door open with the tip of his halberd, "It's heavy, it's impossible for a psionic monster to open such a door", he was secretly sure that this was an arena for the mysterious friend of the psychic monster.

"Look at this", Rex stepped forward, staring at a handle-like device by the wooden door, and as soon as his fingers touched, the door squeaked open completely.

A dark room, Tarrant took a step sideways to look inside, and his head suddenly ached!

A "sizzle" sound came from the darkness, and the spirit sucking monster was ambushing in the room!

The halberd was in his hand, but Tarrant couldn't lift his hand, he couldn't move his pestle, he couldn't see how many predators lurked in the darkness, he couldn't see the situation of his teammates behind him, his will tried to break free from the invisible and powerful shackles, and the judgment on the soul-absorbing monsters was imprisoned and could not be cast.

The figure slowly stepped out of the shadows, a disgusting "woo" and "woo" vibration from one of the organs of its upper body, and the tentacles were stained with slag.

As soon as it sucked the brain fluid, the brain marrow of the rebel was transforming into the force of evil in the ugly body in front of it, and Tarrant's angry blood rushed to his limbs, and the desire to kill swelled rapidly, and the blow of justice needed to be revealed!

There was a burst of white light behind him, and someone was awake, and a female voice was chanting a spell in a low voice, Katrina!

The muscles in Tarrant's back expanded with excitement, and his ten fingers were raised tightly around the halberd, and he restrained the net of his mind, and his eyes burst with murderous intent.

The white light shone on the Psionic Monster at the right time, and a deep expression seemed to appear on the dark and disorderly face, and the focus of the dark eyes shifted from Tarrant's nostrils to the caster behind him, and the tentacles actually stopped in the air.

Tarrant hadn't studied the Psivak's expression, and whatever emotion it was, it couldn't stop the iron from piercing its body.

Torches shone into the room, there were no other psionic monsters, a man lay on the ground, and Katrina huddled next to Tarrant, "Are you alright?"

Tarrant still clutched the halberd tightly, angry feelings coiled in his head, "Damn brute", and stepped on the spirit sucking monster on the ground, the soles of his feet stained with white slag, "What spell did you just cast?"

"Uh......" Katrina hesitated awkwardly, "Friendly ......"

"Friendship Spell?!" Taran looked at her deliberately, this spell is a spell that can gain the other party's temporary favor after casting, but he didn't expect it to work on the Spirit Sucker, "You don't need to memorize this spell in the dungeon, dazzling glow and magic missiles are more practical." ”

"Hmm", Wei Shi did not refute, "in a hurry...... The two of them ......"

Rex and Kitty froze in the doorway.

"Our energy is constantly decreasing, I'm afraid no one will be spared next time", Tarrant walked to the person in the corner with a grim expression, "I hope there will be a new force, you guard the door, and come in as soon as there is a situation." ”

"Good", Katrina walked out of the room with a difficult task.

The man in the corner was a well-proportioned man, with a thin chin, no stubble, no stench in his hair, and the color on his robes was still bright, he was a slave who had just been captured, his eyes were closed at the moment, and a layer of mucus was attached to his face, Tarrant crouched down, his fingers were close to his nose, his breathing was even, his face was slightly red, he was not dead, the spirit sucker didn't have time to use him as food, Tarrant took out the sobering potion and dripped it into his mouth.

Katrina looked outside the room from time to time, "Is he still alive?"

"Alive", Tarrant helped the man up, the man's eyelids twitching to reveal his dark eyes, "Wake up!" Tarrant shook his body.

The eyes barely opened, "This is...... Are you ......" horror crossed his face, "Spirit Sucker!"

"Yes, the Psilocausts", he seemed to remember, and Tarrant explained as quickly as he could, "But we're not puppets, we're knights of the Light of Protection, in charge of destroying the Psisuctions, can you get up and come with us right away." ”

"Oh...... Oh?" the man's complex expression made it impossible to discern the specific meaning, "You are the Light of Protection...... Ahem!"

With a sharp cough, a stream of liquid flowed out of his nose, and immediately, white fluid mixed with a wisp of bright red came out.

Tarrant stood up in surprise, "You ......!"

The man didn't seem to notice the foreign object coming out of his nose, "We...... What are you doing here?" the liquid dripped into his mouth, and he stuck out his tongue and licked it.

Tarrant's stomach churned, and he took a step back in disgust but reached out to stop it, "Don't!"

"It's ...... What?" he rubbed the white liquid with his palm and looked at it carefully, and licked it with his tongue again.

"Don't!" Tarrant covered half of his face with his right elbow, "You need to rest, lie down!"

Outside the door, Katrina turned her head when she heard the commotion, and her mouth opened wide in shock.

The poor man licked his fingers, and white juice continued to gush out of his nose.

The contact of the Spirit Sucker had caused him an incurable fatal wound, turning him into an idiot or dead, Tarrant resisted the discomfort and stepped forward to support his shoulder, "You need to rest, lie down", he looked at the man with pity, unable to help.

The man put his hand on the stone guard, "I was just trying to sleep for a while. ”

"Sleep, we'll take you out when we get rid of the Spirit Suckers," Tarrant looked at the white handprint on his wrist.

The man closed his eyes and his face rested.

Tarrant exited the room, holding the wooden door and trying to close it gently, but the device behind the crack of the door quickly closed and made a "bang", like a final sound when the coffin fell.