The gloomy corridor stretched forward, the torches on the walls fluttering in the cold wind, the faint sound of the wind coming and going like the wheezing of some animal, a passage that no one wanted to tread.

A steady sound of footsteps came from afar, calmly breaking the deathly silence. The figure of a tall man stopped in front of the torch, the flickering light of the fire illuminating his dark brown curls, his same brown eyes narrowing in the dimness, surveying the darkness ahead. "Interesting. The corners of the man's mouth curled slightly, and then he walked into the corridor without looking back.

There was no light in the hallway, the light of the torch at the entrance had long been left behind, and the man's steps were still steady, without hesitation, as if he could see everything in the darkness, but his left hand was already gripping the scabbard at his waist. Suddenly, the rock wall on the left side burst open, and two black arms quickly stretched out from it, grabbing at the only prey in the passage. The man quickly stepped back, dodging the blow, and at the same time the sword was unsheathed, and the light of the sword could not be seen in the darkness, but a woman's wail rang out, and there was no movement after a few seconds.

The man crouched down and looked at the severed arms on the ground, the black arms shrunk to skinny and bones, and the sharp claws at the end of his fingers. "Banshee, or the lowest ......" The man stood up and looked ahead, his brown eyes searching for something in the darkness. It wasn't long before he continued to take steps.

At a junction, the man stopped, and in front of him were two passages on the left and right, each of which was endless. The man reached behind his back with his left hand, took out a small bag from his belt, poured out some powder in his right hand, then clenched his right hand into a fist, recited a incantation in his mouth, and let the powder slip out of his hand. When the powder was about to hit the ground, an amazing scene occurred, and the powder floated to the left passage as if it had been blown by the wind. The man put away the packet, snorted softly, and walked to the left.

After walking for a few more minutes, a faint glimmer of light flashed at the end of the passage, which made the man who had been in the dark uncomfortable. At this moment, three black shadows rushed out from the passage, left and right, and with a violent vibration, a foul smell rushed towards the man.

The man was not surprised by the sudden attack, but saw his left hand spread in the air, and quickly recited a spell from his mouth, and a stream of flame erupted from his palm, colliding with the rushing shadow. There were a few more screams, and by the light of the flames, the man saw the attacking monster clearly, it was two demons and a banshee. The man didn't give them any respite, drew his sword and rushed over. The monster that had just been burned by the flames had not yet come to its senses before it was cut in half by the man. The man let out a long exhale, and this time he didn't withdraw his sword, but directly held it in his hand and walked towards the light in front of him.

At the end of the passage was a large chamber, as large as a church, with several oil lamps hanging on the walls around it, and on the ground in front of the chamber sat a man in a gray robe, with his face buried in his hood.

He glanced up at the man, then lowered his head again. "You're here anyway, those monsters out there are really a piece of cake for you. ”

The man sheathed his sword and clasped his hands in front of his chest. "You're a mage?"

"Who else but a mage could wear such an airtight robe in such a stuffy place?" said a smile in the other's tone.

The man apparently didn't find it funny. "You've been waiting for me, you know I'm coming?"

The mage looked up again. "I'm not completely sure, I'm just trying. ”

"Since I'm already here, why don't you tell me why I'm here?" the man narrowed.

The mage's expression became stern. "I want to see what you come from!" he waved his hands in the air, and two black breaths flew in the air, seeping into the rocks on the left and right sides after a few turns. Immediately, the rocks collapsed, and several high banshees and demons emerged from the rocks and pounced on the man without hesitation.

The man's eyes widened, and he instantly drew his sword, and at the same time stretched out his left hand and wiped it on the sword, and the blood vaporized into a red blood mist the moment it touched the blade. The man slammed his sword into the ground, and as the sparks flew around, the blade slammed into the rocky ground, and the banshee and the demon were in sight, but it was the furthest they could reach. Several red streaks spread across the ground like a chamber, binding the monster in place, unable to move at all, unable to do anything but howl in anger.

The mage frowned, but he didn't seem to intend to attack further, instead watching the man slowly walk towards the monsters. Every time the man walked in front of a monster, he calmly raised his sword and cut off the monster's head amid the monster's wail, and after dealing with all the monsters, he walked up to the mage. "Have I dealt with you?"

The mage slowly stood up, he was not as tall as a man, only to the man's nose. "Oh, not really, but I've heard from some people that you've solved some pretty tricky commissions, so I'm curious to see what makes the people who can solve these troubles so special. ”

"Hmph!" the man pulled a linen cloth from his belt and wiped his sword. "If you don't figure out who I am, I'll die in the corridor, and those people didn't tell you my style of doing things?"

"Ruthless, don't you? I don't have any problems with you, so you won't kill me. The mage smirked. "As for whether you will die in the corridor, my difficulty is gradual, you see that the first thing to hinder you is just a low-level banshee, if you can't even pass that level, you will have been charmed by the banshee a long time ago. Of course, I won't kill you, I'll just let the banshee throw you out. ”

When the man finished wiping his sword, he threw the rag in his hand and put it in its sheath. "Alright, I have to go, do you have anything else to say?"

The mage's mouth opened in surprise. "You're not angry that I brought you here to adventure?"

The man clasped his hands together. "I don't want to get angry at a powerful mage, and it's a fool's decision to exhaust everyone and get wounded all over. ”

The mage inserted his hands into the wide sleeves. "Okay, so the last question, why do you know magic, it's just some simple magic, but you should be a mercenary or a swordsman, and by the way, you can even see things in the dark. ”

The man smiled slightly. "Have you ever heard of the Demon Swordsman?"

"Demon Swordsman!" the mage looked up in shock as he looked up at the man's face. "Legend has it that after the Seventh Darktide War, the swordsman who was skilled in swordsmanship and magic at the same time?"

"Yes, I am. The man shrugged. "Of course, the truth is not so powerful, I will only have some elementary magic, otherwise you mages would not need to exist. ”

The mage didn't seem to hear what the man was saying, and was still muttering to himself. "Hell, I didn't expect the Demon Swordsman to really exist, no wonder you can solve those tricky problems. ”

"Alright, I have to go, give you a piece of advice, don't mess with a random demon swordsman in the future. The man hiccuped. "I came out with a little drink, so I'm in a good mood, otherwise I wouldn't have let you go so easily. With that, he turned and walked out of the secret room.

The mage jerked his head up and shouted at the man's back. "I'm Alva, what's your name?"

The man's footsteps did not stop, not even slow. "My name has long since been lost, if you need a title, call me Fraser. ”

"Fraser......" The mage removed his hood and curled the corners of his mouth. "We'll see you again, Demon Swordsman!"