The sweet potato-like head was stuck in the ground, and he looked up at the girl behind him blankly and bewildered. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info there should have been three people here.

"Miss?...... My lord," he looked at Ying Lan, trying to see something on the other side's expressionless face, but unfortunately it didn't seem to be of any use: "It seems that something happened just now?

Ying Lan felt the tremor from the square in her waist bag, thinking about something in her heart, but did not reply.

"Your Excellency?"

"Oh," she came back to her senses, looked at the lewd sweet potato head with a tentative expression, and smiled lightly at him, "It's okay, they'll be back later, let's go first." ”

Since Watlier did this, he must have his own reasons.

Fred tried to put a smile on his face again, but he didn't succeed, he could only stiffen his face and say to Ying Lan: "Since you said so, I'm a lot more relieved, let's keep going." ”

Ying Lan looked down at the back of Fred's head, her originally low mood suddenly improved for some reason, and she subconsciously held the long sword hanging from her waist with one hand - although she would hardly use this weapon anymore, following Fred, who was advancing quite slowly, looking at the surrounding ruins.

"How did this place get destroyed like this?" she asked.

"It was destroyed by monsters. Fred's voice in front of him was quite calm, and he didn't see his deliberately exaggerated tone before: "When the flames suddenly changed, countless monsters jumped out of the shadows, but most of them poured in from the opening area and outside the city, and their numbers were simply endless, whether they were weak or strong, and they came like this...... There were literally as many of them as raindrops before them. ”

"That's really ......" Ying Lan sighed cooperatively, and the sound of footsteps on the ruins that covered the road made a rustling sound: "Spectacular." ”

"It was a tragedy," Fred subconsciously corrected what he thought was a misconception: "Countless people with weak abilities who didn't even have time to dodge were drowned in the monster horde, and they couldn't even resist ......"

As for the extinction of ordinary people due to the extinguishing of the flames before, he didn't even mention a word.

"So what's going on with your family?" asked Ying Lan.

The Fred Family.

"We ...... Thanks to the protection and warning of our ancestors, our losses may not be too great compared to some people, and now we are united by the Sith Lord......"

Ying Lan sneered in her heart.

"What happened to the messenger? The watchman's breath here is almost gone, and the carriage is gone, so I wonder if it's okay now?"

"It is true that our ancestors have stopped answering our calls......"

The so-called "family ancestor" is the Watchman surnamed Fred who became a messenger by chance, and it is also the pride of the Fred family for a long time.

All of them, the messenger who appeared everywhere was really just one person.

"Do you know what it means for the Watcher to disappear?"

“......”

The Fred family, who have lost the messenger, do still have some abilities, but they have also lost their backbone, and the long-standing way of life that they have relied on has made them timid in the current environment of sudden disaster explosion and destruction.

This Fred is a typical example.

"Lord Watril has researched that the City of Flames is the basis for the Watcher's existence, and although he can't explain the principle, I believe that Lord Watlier can't be wrong. ”

Ying Lan looked at the silent Fred and said slowly, with the silence here, and the faint cry of despair that existed in another space, the resentful spirit would take root here, and become another kind of monster that might be even more terrifying under the corruption and ripening of the black fog.

"The reason for their disappearance is not difficult for us to guess: the city of flames has lost the meaning that allowed them to continue to exist, and it has lost the strange power that exists in the underworld. ”

"I see what you mean, Miss Ying Lan. Fred calmly took Ying Lan's words, still moving forward in the land like a gopher: "But this matter may ultimately depend on the decision of the higher-ups." ”

......

The longsword, which is beautiful and endures, exudes a pale blue-purple glow, is like a work of art.

Lynch, who often looks at his weapon when he has nothing to do, clearly knows how strong this glass-like thing looks more fragile.

"Patch, do you remember me, Patch!" Lynch deliberately kept the battle position a little further away from the position there, as it was unclear whether getting too close would interfere with the old man's movements.

If it weren't for the fact that this guy who had lost his mind and looked like he was about to be possessed by himself was an acquaintance, Lynch could have almost effortlessly cleaned up this guy with only two talents at once.

The half-black, half-white guy just stared at the direction of the flames, making a muffled sound from his mouth.

The ground under your feet is so smooth that you can even slip into it if you're not careful with your boots.

Lynch carefully controlled his strength, wondering if he would try to knock this guy unconscious.

In fact, it is not a good thing to stun an possessed person who may go berserk, and the body stops moving and falls into a coma does not mean that the possession will also be unconscious, if the unconscious person is unlucky, his possession may directly lose control, and simply devour his host neatly.

At that time, Lynch may face even more trouble, and then there will be only one way left to kill the other party completely.

The old man in the distance muttered under his breath, "How did this little ghost get in?" ”

Then the small flame in his palm jumped slightly, and the old man slowly moved it to the girl's place while carefully controlling it.

"The child was dead from the moment he saw the flames and lost his mind. The old man stared at the flames and continued in a low voice, but the voice clearly reached Lynch's ears: "Mourning, son, you must go and kill him." ”

"But stay a little further away from here, and make sure he doesn't let any of his breath get on the flames. The Possessed will not be good for the flames. ”

"Is it irretrievable?"

"You are irreparable to those who voluntarily fall into the abyss. ”

Lynch didn't think that the lure of fire and the desire for flame could be overcome by a teenager, but it shouldn't make much sense to discuss it now.

"Got it. He whispered in response, looking at Patch, who was rushing towards him, but slowly like a slow-motion replay, and there were still some tears left in the corners of his eyes before his sanity remained, and he couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable for the other party.

Then he gave up his strategy of guarding and deliberately guiding the opponent's direction, and kicked directly at Patche.

Unable to dodge, Patch was kicked up by Lynch, rolling away, lying on the ground, and slowing down for a long time before it could lift its head.

There was a clear, charred footprint where Lynch had kicked him.

It lifted its head, and finally stopped looking in the direction of the flames, but turned its face to Lynch and opened its mouth to him.

Lynch...... Listen to me...... Don't stop me, please......"

Lynch looked at the other party's almost completely black face and sighed.

He wouldn't have any communication with a monster trying to trick him.

"Is it far enough?" he asked.

The old man did not respond. However, Lynch felt that the distance was enough, and now the old man could barely see a small dot in his position.

"As long as I, uh-" Patch couldn't say anything more, and he looked down blankly, looking at the hole in his chest the size of an adult's fist.

Patch's possession fell to the ground, his face full of reluctance and regret.

Lynch looked at Patch, who had fallen to the ground and had gradually begun to turn into a black mist, and couldn't help but be even more worried about the safety of Lily and the others.