Varro Sunstar, the day elf from Yongju Island, fiercely plunged the elven rapier in his hand into the chest of the devil who had been fighting with him for a long time, the violent movement made Varro's mind a little dizzy, and shook his somewhat heavy head, Varro cautiously observed the movement in the forest, beware of other demons that might appear, while panting and bandaging the wound caused by the devil's spike with linen gauze.

Sniffing the stench of the devil's corpse beside him, Varro wrinkled his nose in disgust, and the cold hatred flashed through the elf's perfect eyes, this tall day elf was wearing a delicately crafted elf chain mail, the chain mail had become a little damaged due to the fierce battle just now, and some places were also stained with the devil's acidic blood, Varro's elven sword was also stained with the devil's unclean blood, and Varro looked at the devil's acidic green blood in distress as his love sword was corroding.

Even in terms of the discerning aesthetics of the day elves, Varro is a rare beautiful man, but now anger and hatred have distorted Varro's perfect face, out of the instinct of a warrior, Varro did not let this emotion control him for too long, a sudden timidity surged out of Varro's heart, Varro was in a trance, successfully exempted the devil from the demoralization spell, and then narrowly avoided the devil's claws.

A black shadow rushed towards Varro, and the devil's hook claw slashed through the place where the elf's head had been, making a burst of air, and the devil's sharp claws grazed Varro's cheek, but because the devil struck too quickly, it also lost the opportunity to condescendingly tear the elf's throat.

Ignoring the wounds that had not yet been treated, Varro quickly shielded himself with his long sword, while cautiously looking at the devil he had just glimpsed and estimating the combat strength of both sides.

The devil looked a bit like a human, but its skin was a deep red, revealing the essence of this creature purgatory, and at the same time, the devil's crimson and burning skin was covered with hideous sharp barbs, and his hands were full of sharp and burning claws, and at the same time, Varro did not let go of the devil's thick and long, dangerous spiky tail coiled behind him.

A thorn, or hama, Varro quickly recognized the type of devil.

This kind of devil is a very dangerous middle-class devil, not only has sharp claws and tail claws, infinitely powerful and fast, but also has a large number of spell-like abilities, even if a powerful and experienced Japanese elf warrior like Varro is not well handled, there is a possibility of hate.

"Elf, I'll take your bones out!" the devil roared at Varro viciously.

Varro felt a pang of nausea in his heart as he looked at the devil's sharp, rotting fangs and the dense barbs on his body, and the devil roared, waving his claws and spiky tail, and rushed towards Varro. Varro let out a roar of rage and went toe-to-toe.

"Just what I wanted. Varro thought in his heart that the devil's spell-like ability was exactly what Varro feared, and now this devil rushed up and seemed to suppress Varro, but for Varro, this was already the best result.

Varro allowed himself to enter a very ethereal state, ignoring everything in the heavens and the earth, only the figure of the devil in his eyes, and at the same time judging the devil's next move, according to the devil's movements, his wrist flowed, brandished his elven sword, blocked the devil's claws and dangerous tail, and at the same time deftly fought back against the devil.

The magic sword was very thin, but it was very sharp, and Varro could use it to pierce through the devil's terrifying barbs, hooking at the devil's flesh, and the hot green blood began to splash on the winter frozen ground, almost watering the hard earth, the devil noticed his situation, but it aroused the devil's ferocity even more, and it did not care about casting its own spell-like ability, and began to bite and volley at Varro regardless of casualties.

The crazy devil injured Varro again, the devil's sharp claws tore a big hole in Varro's elven chain mail, and the precious elven blood began to flow out slowly, and the devil was torn open several wounds by Varro, and the wounded devil saw that Varro was not shaken by the injury, and roared, opened his arms, ready to take the elf's sword move, grabbed the elf, and used the barbs around his body to make the elf die in pain.

Varro spun around, dodging the devil's dangerous claws, turned sideways and slashed off a devil's arm with his sharp elven sword, and the devil let out a cry of pain and frantically waved his tail, ready to pierce the elf's broken chain mail with his tail, but Varro stepped forward and pierced the devil's throat with his sword.

The devil forced Varro back with an even more frantic attack, and at the same time Varro was a little unsteady due to blood loss and exhaustion, but the devil could not hold it anymore, and the corrosive blood from his mouth continued to gush out, and his red eyes began to dim, and finally turned completely gray, and he stumbled a few steps towards Varro, and then fell to the ground, pouring into his own filthy blood.

Varro hurriedly dealt with his wounds, this reconnaissance mission had exhausted the healing potions he carried, and now he could only simply treat his wounds, and then let the elven priest treat him with divine magic after returning to the army.

Smelling the sour smell of the devil in the air, Varro couldn't help but retch a little, seeing that the devil's corpse did not disappear, Varro's heart was filled with solemnity.

Just like he killed several devils along the way before, this devil did not disappear, this thing was not summoned by a spell to the projection of Faeron, but through voluntarily, found a passage across the plane, and truly came to the main material world.

This forest belongs to the outer edge of the Comanso Forest in the valley, and there are many demons and demons who have been trapped here by the elves since the ancient Comanso Empire, but these guys have been consumed by the locks for many years, and they are not as strong as those guys just now, and these devils are more likely to be summoned by the demon elves to Faeron through the portal.

At first, Varro was very dissatisfied with the Elven Court's refusal to send reinforcements regardless of the safety of Efrisca City, and as soon as he heard the news of the appearance of Demon Elves in the Comantor Forest, he immediately sent elven elites, but now it seems that the Elven Court is very wise, the ruins of the ancient Elven Empire, the evil Demon Elves, the Devil's Portal, and the Ferin Demon Kui, all of which made Varro shudder.

"It's time for the next thing. "Probably take care of the injury," Varro muttered to himself.

Varro came to a tree, looked at the young human siblings hiding behind, and said kindly, "Come out, it's okay." ”

Varro and the devil had already spotted the two human children, but they didn't care, they were completely out of the woods.

The elder sister is older, no more than twelve years old, and the younger brother is seven or eight years old, all wearing plain clothes, looking at the children of the nearby villagers, originally due to the elven lock and the Knights of the Lost Trono, this area is very safe, and there are some human villages settled here, even in the current situation, there are still quite a lot of human beings who are unwilling to leave their homes, so it is not uncommon to find human children here.

Varro kindly comforted the frightened siblings, interrogating the situation in the nearby villages, and whether there was anything unusual recently, the little boy looked at Varro adoringly, and the girl rushed to answer Varro's questions while peeking at Varro's handsome cheeks.

Satisfied with the cooperation between the two, Varro smiled perfectly, and before the girl could recover from the smile, Varro cut off his brother's head with an understatement.