"Great lord of Ashfurnace Village, what a noble knight," Fawkes beckoned, his undead creatures gathering towards the gates of Ashfurnace Castle, the encirclement shrinking. Two fallen orcs torture and kill fleeing humans on the periphery. Terrible screams, groans of pain wafted across the battlefield.

"Ridiculous chivalry, not giving up weak companions. Then now you will go to hell for them!" The evil spellcaster turned his playful eyes to the two pretty witches he had marked, the struggle and flames making the banquet's dress tattered. Soft and glowing skin exposed to cold air.

"Half of you will survive tonight. Who will die if the lucky ones die, the beautiful witch, the sexy spellcaster, or the great lord baron?" the evil spellcaster stopped not far from the city gate, "Merlin, you are a lucky one, you are dying, and there are so many beautiful girls with you. ”

Click, click, the suspension bridge is pulled higher and higher.

"What, are you jealous of him?" Sula threw a large fireball at the Fallen Spellcaster, a disgusting foe that angered Sulla, who had never been so embarrassed as she was today. It's not like a fight, it's just a flirtation. Those fallen orcs were able to defeat them, but they stopped at the most critical moment.

"Go back, go back. Merlin roared.

"It's too late!" the evil spellcaster dodged the fireball fired by Sula with a slight leap, "Hehe, what a hot-tempered witch, I like it." The short staff in the hand of the evil spellcaster was stuck in the ground, and a green vine grew madly from the earth, extending to the city gate in the blink of an eye, and these extended vines entangled the people at the city gate.

"Tonight's prey is tender and juicy. "Many tiny spikes stuck out of the vines, digging into the flesh, making people feel slightly dizzy.

"No, this is the Thorn of Death!" Surajiao snorted, her face turned pale, and at this time she was really panicked. The fate of being entangled in thorns is terrifying, these evil creatures of hell are somewhere between plants and animals, and will suck up their prey.

"Don't worry, my boys are very well-behaved and will never make your face dazzle. The evil caster laughed arrogantly, "It's just a little toxin, and it makes people lose the strength to resist." ”

"Hurry up, the enemy is coming. Old Bill's stout arm grasped the Thorn of Death, and with a desperate pull, stabbing and stabbing, a green thorn was torn off, but soon more thorns were wound again.

Lance jumped over Merlin's head and climbed the drawbridge, where he reached out and grabbed Merlin's arm. Desperately pulled, under the thorns of death, Merlin seemed to have taken root on the ground.

"Save them first!" Merlin calmed down when the danger really came, and with a twist of the black iron sword in his hand, it cut off the death thorn wrapped around Raj's ankle.

Cloud Strike, a magical secret technique from the Eastern Continent, slices through the thorns of death in a way that evil mages can't understand. The pain of the summoned creature was palpable to its owner, and Fawkes' hand holding the staff began to spasm. The pain comes from the soul, like the whipping of a flame.

If Merlin could open the system's panel at this time, he would find that his proficiency in the Cloud Strike Technique was growing rapidly. With each sword, the Cloud Strike technique was able to cut through a section of the vines of the Hell Thorns, but in the blink of an eye, the vines were entangled again.

Including Fawkes, there were five people entangled in the hellvines, and Merlin was soon able to free three of them, and when he slashed his sword at Sula, the vines nearly drowned him. Except for the right hand holding the sword.

Unlike the Gothic sword skills, the Cloud Strike technique uses spiritual power to drive the long sword in the hand. When Merlin caught a glimpse of Sulla, the sword in his hand moved, and a brilliant white lotus bloomed. With a click, an invisible restraint was broken.

Merlin knew that this was a third-level cloud striking technique. The long sword in his hand had a sense of touch at this moment, as if his body had been extended. The cold, violent touch of the Thorns of Death reached Merlin's heart. Along the thorns of death, he felt a gentle touch.

Boom, the thorns of death that wrapped around Sulla turned into tiny pieces, and the turquoise, fishy liquid was scattered everywhere. Sula blushed and looked at Merlin beside her with a complicated expression, as if someone was touching her body just now. But Merlin was clearly wrapped in the thorns of death on the ground.

"Little smashing ......" the evil spellcaster crouched down with a distorted face, holding his head with both hands, the cloud strike technique just now was like a fiery red leather whip whipping his soul, tears flowing down the crooked bridge of his nose, "I must sell you alive to the Pig's Territory in the Great Wasteland, the Bucktooth Lord likes a little boy with fine skin and tender flesh like you the most." ”

An ugly opening peeked out of the base of the Thorn of Death, and from within it protruded a long tongue that searched the air and let out a wail.

"Be careful, you'll be fine. The evil spellcaster tenderly stroked his summon and pulled a tender piece of beef from his bosom and threw it into the ugly gap.

The ugly gap vanished, and the death thorn wriggled, revealing a few drops of bright red blood from where the ugly gap had vanished.

Click, Sulla felt his arm tighten, and the whole person rose into the air, the drawbridge was completely erected, and several people on the drawbridge rolled into the gate hole of the Ashforge Castle.

"Merlin, Merlin is still outside!" Sura cried out in a panic, shivering all over.

"Go in in and shut the gates. I'm going to save people. "The beautiful bohemian girl changed into white soft armor, with long legs and a thin waist, and a heroic posture.

"With her to help, Merlin will be fine. Old Bill leaned against the cold walls with a gloomy expression.

The ugly gap opened up again, and there was a hissing sound. Many of its vines shrank back, and with it came Merlin, who was wrapped like a rice dumpling.

"No, you can't eat him. He's an important trophy. The evil spellcaster shook his head and fumbled to pick up the short staff that had fallen to his feet.

"Vivien, that old witch cheated me this time, how can I not have some interest!" The evil mage bent down and reached out to wipe some of the corners of his mouth, and found that it was actually some scarlet liquid, and there was a crazy look in his eyes. The gray-black cloak roared, and the Thorn of Death seemed to have encountered something terrifying, and countless vines retracted to their roots. An unconscious Merlin rolls out.

"What a jealous face!" Merlin left a faint streak of blood on her pale forehead.

"Take your dirty hands off his face!" a coquettish cry was heard, and then a huge column of water suddenly appeared, Fawkes couldn't help but take two steps back, and when he stood still, he found that the captive on the ground was gone. And the trail of water under your feet indicates that what just happened is real.

Outside the Ashfurnace Castle, countless people trembled and wailed until midnight.