Kiraviton jumped into the chamber, "Is that your friend?"

"A damn guy," Tarrant turned, and there was another man lying in the corner on the other side of the room, his eyes closed, his robes covered in ashes, and the walls had smoked marks, and he didn't react to the opening of the chamber, "two damn guys." ”

Kirawyton spun the silver hammer in her hand, "Lovell, it's nice to see you again," and she strode into the corner.

Katrina finally walked into the chamber, and the small battlefield surprised her slightly, "They fight each other?"

"This situation is very good for us, although it is a little mean", Tarrant crouched down to look at Graydon's body, there was still residual warmth, his skin was purple, his heart was pierced by some kind of magic, his spine and lung lobes were exposed, "Death is complete, Katrina, don't come here", he stared at the corpse, his messy hair still smelled strange, that face was disgusting, hateful, so ugly and twisted, Tarrant had no pleasure of revenge, he lowered his head, "May Maxine ...... Calm your soul", he doesn't know why he offered a blessing to the novel chapter.

"Hah, look at this stupid dog", Kira Veton grabbed the hair of the other mage, "and finally fell into eternal silence, what a disappointment that I didn't crush you with my own hands!"

Catrina stopped at the table, there were a lot of dry plant leaves in the clutter, several codexes stuffed in burlap bags, an ancient count-down script carved into the wall, the arrangement was count-down, starting with 349, the last number was 2, "The owner of the room seems to be counting down to something, are they also members of the ancient wizarding order?"

"Yes. Graydon is Jim's admirer, and he came to avenge Jim, and he almost succeeded", Tarrant stood up after closing Graydon's eyes.

"They are not entitled to sleep in peace," called Kira Veton, "their souls must be tormented. ”

"Stop, I'm afraid Simiri has taken them", Tarrant walked towards Lovell, the once formidable creature was now just the most ordinary member of the cemetery.

"Then leave the ** behind and become my puppet puppet forever." Kira Veton put away the hammer. "Gillian told me that I should do it. ”

Tarrant crouched down, "May ......" he stared at Lovell's hand, his little finger was only halfway left, and a black agate ring was worn on his thin middle finger. Something familiar. Where have you seen ...... Wait!Tarrant stood up abruptly and looked at Gregdon's body in the distance. The corpse didn't have a ring on its hand! Damn! He drew his sword.

The hand had been raised, and the black energy instantly turned into a human form, and a long-haired banshee was transformed from magic. The breath of death is everywhere, and the banshee is about to mourn life!

The scream made Catrina turn her head, fear fixed on her face.

"May Maxine be strong!" Tarrant said in a loud voice, and the light was transmitted to his teammates.

"Woo" The banshee's empty black eyes stared into the sky, and her unyielding and resentful hatred of death turned into a bottomless abyss to drag the soul of every living into it, and the scream of "Ah" had risen, and the black sound came violently.

"Run...... Kirawiton turned, white and black energy swept over her body almost simultaneously, and her cloak fluttered down.

Penetrating coolness burst out from Tarrant's heart, all the scenes in front of him were replaced by a huge black vortex, he was in the swirling black, the sky, the ground, and the light were all sucked into the center of the vortex, all senses were only black and cold, and the soul had reached the edge of the abyss, "Maxine blessed my soul", Tarrant closed his eyes and prayed, the darkness faded and the light returned.

The sound had swept over the mage, fear had turned to despair, belated blessings had melted into the lying body, and the long burgundy hair had scattered to the ground.

The black banshee hung her head in contentment, and her figure turned into air and vanished.

Tarrant looked at his teammates blankly, there was the sound of a wall standing up behind him, time skipped for a second, and the inexplicable force made Tarrant turn around, Lovell was staring at him, and his index finger flung out a magic missile.

Leaning over, swinging his sword, elbowing, perhaps in less than a second, the missile pierced Tarrant's vision, and Lovell lay in the corner again, his entire index finger resting on his robes, and he didn't scream.

Tarrant raised his sword alof, "Die!"

"Wait!" Lovell struggled to calm his expression, his hands in front of him, blood splattering from his wounds, trying to retain the last of his pride and dignity while doing what everyone would do, begging for forgiveness before dying.

"I refuse", Long Hui coldly waved down the sanction.

"Ahh

"I refuse!" the dragon emblem waved down again.

"Bet!" he curled up in the corner, the tip of his sword pressed against his forehead, and he succeeded, his pale smile uglier than begging.

Tarrant looked at the other man silently, waiting for the next sentence.

"I've failed," Lovell's pale lips struggled to open and close, "but someone is about to succeed." ”

Tarrant had almost forgotten about the important thing, "How many people are still living up to this bet!?"

"There's only one left, the last one. ”

"Who is it?" Tarrant's right hand slammed slightly, and the tip of the sword stabbed open his forehead, and a trace of blood dripped down.

"I don't know her real name", Lovell gasped, "but for sure, she's on the verge of success!"

Tarrant wouldn't allow that to happen, "Who is she, where is she, and what are she going to do?"

"Let me go, I'll sue you", Lovell wrapped his robe around his wrist tightly, blood soaking his whole body, and the twitching of his facial muscles didn't stop his smile.

Tarrant turned his head to look at his teammates, white foam spilling out of Kirawyton's mouth, unconscious, Katrina ...... It is likely that there is no immunity from death, and the Banshee's Wrath is absolutely lethal to the weaker mage, and the anger swells up again, and the wrist unconsciously contributes.

"Ah!!" Lovel kicked his leg outward, "She's in Siant!"

"What?!"

"The district of Siantchidalo!"

"Palace District?!" Tarrant slowed down his sword, this noun symbolizes the glory core of Siant, if the content of the gambling contract happens here, the whole country will face subversion, it must not happen, "Who is she!"

"Let me go!" Lovell struggled to grab his last chips.

"Your sins do not allow ......" Tarrant said the Inquisitor's line, and he stopped abruptly, it was ...... Using one's own standards to measure good and evil, narrow, without fair justice, can be ...... But Flor has hurt countless people, and even if it is the result of a fair trial, he deserves to die! Tarrant gripped the sword in his hand, unable to decide.

"She's about to succeed, and the whole of Siante is within the scope of her plan, all", the utter came into Tarrant's ears, "women, the elderly, children, the royal guards, the vigilantes, the king, the crisis of the whole country." ”

"No one can do it," Tarrant retorted.

"She can do it, she's a top achiever, even better and stronger than the one in Gilu, I've seen her plans, and she's just one step away from success. ”

"The Royal Guard would detect such a large amount of magical energy", Tarrant still couldn't believe it.

"Let me go, I'll tell you more details", Lovell pouted.

"Ridiculous, you want to trade a fictional story for your own life. ”

"Hahaha," Lovell patted his chest and laughed, "Indeed... It is impossible to understand how she could do this, even we can only admire. ”

Having a sinister and narrow-minded mage like Lovell speak words of admiration, Tarrant's doubts about the veracity of the story gradually diminished.

"I only need to tell you one key detail, and you'll understand," Lovell let out a slow breath, "this mage...... is a member of the Royal Guard......" (to be continued......