The blow came so unexpectedly—it emitted only a faint wind sound in the darkness. The pen "fun" pavilion www.biquge.info so quickly that Marcos almost didn't have time to instinctively draw his sword to block, and bent over to reduce the force of the attack. He jumped to the side, rolled around, and finally half-knelt on the ground, his knife crossed in front of him, vigilantly observing his surroundings.

Maffeo was then attacked, feeling the vibration of the object as it swept through the air, and quickly spun around to avoid the first blow. In the darkness around him, a vague shadow was moving its body rapidly. It had been many times, and with the reflex he had been cultivating in battle, he drew his great sword behind him and began to catch the trail of his prey.

Most of the time the two of them will think of this situation as a game, a game of hunting. Focusing too much on something that is not necessary will affect their judgment, and at this point they tend to relax their bodies until they are completely strangled with the other person.

After a moment of non-reaction, the monster hid in the darkness again, waiting for its next chance to attack. These guys who live in the shadows are like that, and the darkness is always their best umbrella. They are accustomed to blending in with the darkness and then delivering a fatal blow when their prey is distracted. Marcos spat on the ground, but unfortunately, he also liked the dark.

Maffeo comprehended his steps around the semicircle, covering Marcos, who was unleashing the ghost formation. As bait, he simply summoned the Erosion of Purmon. The green formation rhythmically agitated on the ground, as if attracting monsters hidden in the darkness.

A beastly roar came, and then Marcos sensed a threat coming from above. At the same time, Maffeo raised his ghost hand and condensed his blood qi and smashed it directly above him. The shadow and the blood released by Maffeo almost passed by, and then it roared and waved its claws to change its target and slammed at Maffeo.

"Prunmont ......" Marcos whispered, and Prunmont in the formation began to erode the target. Since the possession of the Full Moon Stone, not only has the range of the formation increased slightly, but the impact on the vertical space has also increased. Thus the dark shadow had a very obvious pause in mid-air, and it was Purmont who interfered with its mind.

Maffeo leaped to his feet, the hissing of his blade intertwined with the whispers of Prunmont, and the greatsword slashed into the body of the dark shadow from the front. Even the screams of that guy were no different from the beast, and with the help of the guy's body, Maffeo didn't receive much reaction from the ground.

"Look at this. Maffeo motioned for Marcos to come over.

"Damn, monsters you've never seen. Marcos gently picked at the guy's corpse with his knife.

"I've seen this monster when I was in the jungle before. You see, they look like they have a distinctly human silhouette, not without the possibility of mutation. Maffeo analyzed.

Marcos crouched down and raised his ghost hand, sensing the lingering breath of the guy. In the middle of the night, he stood up. "That's right, this guy is a cursed aggregate, and maybe they were human before they were cursed. ”

"Can you understand the root of this curse?" asked Maffeo.

"No, while I can be sure it's a curse, I can't figure out exactly what it comes from. Marcos shook his head regretfully.

"Looks like these guys are the ones who dominate here, and along the way we've only encountered a few zombies and a few little octopuses the size of my feet. Maffeo looked back, and the temples here looked much older than the jungle, as if they were the first of the first temples built by the Blue Shinrikyo cult.

"There's nothing special about it, but I've always felt something strange since I entered the area. I can't describe the strangeness, but it definitely has something to do with some kind of deity. Marcos rubbed his temples lightly with his index finger, and now he felt a headache again. Subconsciously touched the bag wrapped around his belt, but found that there was no painkiller in it. "Damn ......"

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, just...... Headaches, you know. Marcos waved his hand.

"Well, if you really don't feel well, we can go back at any time. ”

"Thanks, Maffeo. Marcos held out his hand and clenched it into a fist.

Maffeo smiled and punched him. "It doesn't matter, man, I'm on your side. ”

The dark elemental spirits that wriggled on the ground made Maffeo almost fail to detect and enter their attack range, but fortunately Marcos stopped him in time, he was particularly sensitive to dark elements, so at the first time, he found them wriggling on the ground almost as one with the darkness.

"What the hell is this?" said Maffeo, annoyed as he drew his broadsword.

"Cermytek, the Dark Elemental Elf, I didn't expect to meet such a creature here. Marcos shook his head.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, these guys aren't too difficult, they just care about their presence here. Elemental elves don't normally attack other creatures, but they look strange. Marcos swung the knife twice in his hand and did not rush to attack.

"Maybe they're also influenced by Rotes. ”

"In any case, it's safer to get rid of them first. "Marcos attacked.

Cermytek looked more like the embodiment of some kind of plant, though they only had a pitch-black body and a pair of pitch-black eyes, as if a plant had been completely blackened. They are only half a human tall, so attacking them most of the time is a bit of a hassle.

Marcos is now basically not going to fight without the ghosts, and to be on the safe side, he did not summon Kazan but directly released the Frost Saya. Having no resistance to the other elements, they were enveloped by Saya's chill almost instantly, but Marcos knew he didn't have much of a chance, so he said to Maffeo. "You settle it, Maffeo. ”

"I know. Maffeti pounced on his sword, and with the sound of ice cracking, the sprout-like sprouts were halved in half by the greatsword. It was easy, it didn't take much effort, and perhaps these elemental elves, who were not warlike in their own right, would not have thought that they would actively attack other creatures, although that was not their intention.

"Happy hunting. Marcos stepped forward and patted Maffeo on the shoulder.

"Yes, happy hunting. ”

An inexplicable sense of familiarity welled up in Maffeo's heart, and a cooperative battle with Marcos like this seemed to be a long way away from him. For two years, he had been traveling abroad, seeing all kinds of people, monsters, and things. When he went to see Marcos again, he found that he was 26 years old. And when he paid attention, he found that the other party's mentality was no longer as young as it was when he left Wille with him.

"Oh, it's not polite to keep staring at a handsome face like you. Marcos' teasing sounded.

"You narcissistic bastard. Maffeo immediately gestured his middle finger, but he smiled, maybe the other person's mentality had changed, but he was still the same Marcos he knew.