When Clarus arrived at the camp where the witches were boiling the earth giants, he found that the building had long been empty, except for a row of cauldrons that had not had time to take it away, and the only evidence of the witches' existence was the faint smell of magic in the air and the smell of perfume on the women's bodies. The Demon Spawn tilted his head, the expression on his face was a little disappointed, after all, there was no pleasure to slash and kill the nezumi, and what Kalus longed for was the look of despair and remorse before the death of the same intelligent being. However, just as the horned killer was about to turn away, his keen vision allowed him to spot something else in the dirt.

"Is this, corpse powder made of voodoo?" the Demonborn half-knelt on the ground, digging up some fine pieces of dark brown powder from the dirt, the same residue that Coyla had left behind to protect the corpse heads of the two young witches. However, in the eyes of the seasoned killer, such a clue was already too obvious, and a cold smile appeared on Clarus's face, his hunt was not over yet. The fleshy jagged tongue unique to the creatures of the abyss came out of the mouth of the demon descendant, and gently licked the powder on his fingers, the strong physical qualities made the remaining voodoo on the powder not enough to hurt him, and the unique ability from the abyss devil allowed the demon to find his target.

As Kalus tracked the witch's trail, the battle on the walls of the Molten Iron City reached its climax. The appearance of the earth giants made the Iron Legion of the Grand Duke of the Hammer incapacitated, and the last mission of those bodies composed of dirt was to completely block the movement of the metal golems with a large amount of earth and stone, and at the same time, the large amount of dirt left behind by these giant puppets after losing their shape also became a shortcut for the rat people to climb the city wall, and the black tide of the rat people roared, rushing to the only and most solid defense line of the molten iron city.

At this time, the city wall was no longer covered by a large number of soldiers to kill a few enemies who had climbed the city wall, and the black rat people and the molten iron city warriors in rusty red armor were glued together on the nearly twenty-meter-wide city wall, and from above, you could see the interlacing of the two colors like the uneven teeth in the mouth of a beast. The Grand Duke on the Overseer was long gone, replaced by several large horns on the battlements and the heralds who blew them to convey information.

Dwarves are only tall enough to reach the chest of an adult human, but they are about the same height for a nezumi who always walks on all fours or hunchs their backs. Archduke Hammerhammer wielded a war hammer as he walked through the walls, motivating his soldiers and cleaning out overactive nezumi, Andrei's fighting style was furious and effective, and in the face of his opponents who pounced on him, the dwarf grabbed the corner of his heavy cloak with his left hand and slammed it down!

The cloak made of bearskin enveloped the Duke's opponent like a large black net, and before the nezumi could react from the sudden darkness, the warhammer in the dwarf's right hand had already slammed down on its head with a vicious wind! The imaginary brain-bursting scene didn't happen, a skilled warrior wouldn't put all his strength into every blow like a rookie, Andre used a warhammer with no less skill than a well-known painter using his paintbrush, only a light blow to the back of the enemy's head, death came quietly like sleep after extreme fatigue, unless someone cut the skin behind the nezumien's head with a knife afterwards, otherwise there was no trace of half of the blow on the surface.

"No matter how many times I see it, I am amazed by your skills. Leon flashed his oncoming opponent with a sliding step, and a slight slash of the long knife in his hand had already cut a deep wound in the opponent's throat. The Blood Lion pointed his weapon at the ground in front of his feet and said with his back to the Hammer Grand Duke. With a hearty laugh, Grand Duke Hammer threw the corpse in his cloak into the distance, knocking down a group of ratmen.

"Ha, I can't compare to you. You human beings, who have such a short lifespan, can master so many things in a limited time. I think your kid is not as good as Atticus when he was younger, right? At least he wasn't so fluent with weapons other than that knight's sword. "Andrei seldom compliments others, especially if they are fellow warriors like him, and if a soldier can be appreciated by the Grand Duke, it means that he has indeed reached the level of skill that can be called a master.

Leon smiled as well, and he raised the blade in front of him, the long silver knife from the bottom up, and with a single touch, it stabbed the throat of a nezumi. In fact, the knight chief himself is a little strange, he still has an objective understanding of his skills, but I don't know if it is because of the continuous fierce battles or some other reason, the blood lion's combat skills have obviously not made great progress for several years, but the current situation is that he can use the sword moves that need to be laid for a long time in the past smoothly with his moves. It was under this change that Leon, who was originally just an excellent warrior, inadvertently became a real master of swordsmanship.

"This battle is coming to an end. The Blood Lion said suddenly.

"Are you too confident, boy, and there is still some time before dawn, and these rats will not retreat from the walls on their own. With his free hand, André pinned the nearby nezumi to the ground, and the heavy iron boots slammed into the hapless man's chest, stomping the nezumi's ribs until they were deformed.

"No, that's not what I said. Leon shook his head, his eyes were calm, not at all like those of a battle, but more like the tranquil look of a leisurely farmer looking at his growing crops. "The elf with me, he is a witness to our negotiations, and it will not be long before reinforcements from the elves will arrive, and with their help, the nezumi will no longer be a threat to us. ”

"Oh, just because they gave you a henchman, are you so sure that the long ears hiding in the forest will come to help?" the dwarf raised an eyebrow, of course he knew that there were a lot of elves living in the forest next to the kingdom of the blue lion, but the stubborn duke had never thought of seeking help from outside the kingdom. In Andrei's mind, he had already regarded the entire Hammer Collar as his treasure, and a worthy dwarf would not ask anyone to help guard the treasury.

"Well, I'm 90% sure about that. The more I came into contact with Bakham and my elven servant in the past two days, the more certain I became that his mentor definitely had a very high status among the elves. So I knew he would be able to convince the other elves to help. In fact, Andre's words were not a question sentence, but Leon nodded seriously, and now that he thought about it, the wisdom and insight shown by the elven elder named Atwood were really admirable. However, what really convinced the Blood Lion that the elves would help was actually related to his newfound intuition, and he vaguely felt that the presence of the nezumi would touch some of the elves' bottom line, and this would force the sons of the forest to leave their homes and join the lion in battle.

"Roar, if things turn out as you say, I'll give you a bucket of fine fire lilies!" the dwarf laughed a few times, apparently not believing the knight.