After exiting the cavern of the corpse pile, the group walked forward for several minutes without stopping, the stench being left behind, the smell of mold and decay regaining their noses, and the wet mud beneath their feet making each step more physically demanding. The battle just now, coupled with the fact that the long march in the dark and damp corridor had consumed a lot of their physical strength, even Fraser and the witcher felt tired, but fortunately, after turning two corners in the damp corridor, a little light shone in front of them.

Fraser didn't stop and continued to walk forward, when Amos suddenly stopped him. 'It's worse than I thought it would be and we have to give it our all. So saying, Jurania helped him to sit down, and the two of them each took out two medicine bottles from the cloth bag at their waists, and drank them one by one.

Fraser stood still waiting, he was not familiar with the alchemy potion of witchers, and waited until they had finished drinking before asking, "What is this potion?

Amos drank the two potions, put the empty ones back in the cloth bag, let out a long exhale, and closed his eyes. "One is a snake scale potion that dulls the witcher's sense of pain, and the other is a rat tail potion that increases the hunter's agility so that he is less likely to be hit by enemies. ”

Fraser was silent for a moment, then continued, "You're going to join the fight?"

"That's right, so I can't let a leg injury affect my movements, and I must be able to deal with the enemy in front of me as if I didn't have an injury. Amos's breathing gradually stabilized, and the beads of sweat on his head slowly dried.

"What do you feel? anything other than the swamp banshee?" Fraser glanced at the light ahead, the white dots of light flickering.

"Banshee, several banshees, one witcher is quite sure to deal with one banshee, but two banshees are in trouble, they are too fast, and they will be ghosted. Amos replied slowly, "With the magical swamp banshees, almost each of the three of us has to deal with three banshees. ”

"That's ......," Fraser thought for a moment. "Why don't you invent some alchemy potions that are also effective for ordinary people to drink? ”

Yurania couldn't hold back her laughter. "Actually, whoever drinks these potions has an effect, but anyone other than the Demon Hunter who drinks it will already die before it takes effect, and only after passing the test of the alchemy potion that he drank when he became a Demon Hunter can he control these potions. ”

Fraser pouted. "Okay, how long will it take to take effect? The banshees can't wait, I'm afraid. ”

Amos opened his eyes and stood firmly, his momentum completely different from before, like an impregnable wall. "Alright, let's go say hello to those banshees. ”

Yurania also stood up, her agile and flowing figure swaying. "It's the first time I've faced so many banshees, and I'm really nervous. ”

Amos looked at her and said, "The more dangerous it is, the more you need to be calm, the slightest mistake can kill you, and you can't show any flaws in front of the three banshees." ”

Jurania nodded nervously, took a deep breath, and lowered her head slightly to look ahead.

Fraser had just taken a step when he was held back by Amos. "You and the Emir go behind, and I'll take the lead with Yurania, so that they will let their guard down on you and seize the opportunity to deal them a fatal blow. ”

"Don't bother. Fraser tried to break free of the old witcher's grasp.

"Listen to me, Demon Swordsman. Amos's hand didn't let go, still holding Fraser's arm firmly. "The other side has an absolute advantage in numbers, and none of them are a rabble like water ghosts, so we can't take risks. ”

Fraser shrugged, not wanting to argue any more. "Okay, listen to your Amos, but don't push yourself up, your injuries are not light, and although the potion will make you feel no pain, overexerting yourself will only make your leg never recover. ”

Amos finally let go of his hand and walked forward. "I know my legs better than you do. ”

The miserable white point of light grew larger and larger, and finally filled the entire cave entrance, and the group passed through the corridor, revealing a huge cave in front of them, large enough to accommodate dozens of people. More than 100 candlesticks are densely distributed on the top of the cave and on the surrounding walls, and the light of the fire in the candlesticks illuminates the scene in the cave. In the center of the cavern, floated a woman with long hair covering her face, her head hanging down, her clothes already tattered, barely covering the vital parts of her body.

"Zamis!" exclaimed the emir. "Zamisi, is that you? I'm the emir!" he said, rushing forward.

Fraser grabbed him quickly, and his eyes didn't take off the woman in front of him for a moment. "Don't worry, don't you want to see what she looks like first?"

The woman heard the emir's cry and slowly raised her head, her dull hair spreading out to the sides of her face, revealing a bloodless face as white as milk. Her eyes had no pupils, her withered yellow eyeballs looked at the four people in front of her, her mouth with no lips and only a slit opened strangely, and her voice was like the sound of a dead branch being broken. "Emir, who are you?"

Frightened by the woman's appearance, Emir sat on the ground with her feet limp. "You...... You...... You're not Zane...... It's not!"

The woman suddenly laughed hysterically, like a cold wind blowing through everyone, and everyone felt a deep chill in their hearts. "Of course I'm not Zamisi, Zancy is long dead, and in that swamp, in the wails of pain, standing in front of you now is the swamp banshee who has killed countless people!"

Amos steadied his position, drew his silver sword from behind his back, and held it horizontally in front of him with both hands. "Come on, swamp banshee, and show me what you're capable of. ”

"Witcher?" the swamp banshee's tone flashed with surprise, but she quickly regained her composure. "I didn't expect to be able to attract you here, I thought it was just an ordinary mercenary, but even the witchers are the same, your lives have to stay here!" The swamp banshee raised her hands over her shoulders and chanted a spell in her mouth, when suddenly her withered hair flew up, and a cold chill spread violently in all directions, sweeping through the entire cavern.

Amos covered his face to survive the cold, and the blood of the witchers flowed faster than normal people in battle, which not only made their movements more swift and powerful, but also withstood the harsh environment. "Ready, here!" he reminded his companion loudly.

At the same time, the mound of earth swept by the cold wind loosened, and the dirt on the mound began to fall, and with a hoarse howl, several banshees surrounded them from all sides, their bodies almost identical to the swamp banshees, except that they were naked, their naked bodies covered with rotten flesh and pus, and their faces covered with abscesses. They float forward at low altitudes, and the encirclement is getting smaller and smaller.