Weiner had to hurry up to Cynthia, and they trotted all the way to the winch room, where they were not ambushed again, only the corpses of the dead guards lay on the ground and occasionally hindered their steps. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Die, traitor!" Venal roared and slammed open the rudimentary wooden door of the winch room, and several hookmen lunged at him, three or four of which were slashed head-on, forcing Weiner to hold the weak sword in his iron gloved left hand and raise the poisonous fire above his head to defend against the attack. But the enemy was outnumbered, and the hook axe quickly suppressed the poisonous fire more and more, and it was about to slash at Weiner's face.

"Hold on!" Cynthia shouted, ghostly flashing behind Weiner, stabbing the throats of the three hook-and-axe men side by side at a stunning angle, dragging beads of blood from their necks as the piercing spikes were drawn.

As the pressure on his arm eased, Weiner quickly swung several swords in quick succession, and took out the remaining hook axe man in an unstoppable manner. Several of the renegade Swordsmen of Frozen Fire were still trying to turn the winch from ten yards away, and when they saw their teammates being brought down one by one by the overwhelming Venal, they had to leave their work at hand and draw their swords to meet them. Weiner stepped forward quickly, and with a pure hard blow, he swept away the swordsman's sweep, and then gathered his strength and slashed, the poisonous fire cut an elbow-long hole in the swordsman's breastplate, and then he plunged the poisonous fire into the swordsman's chest with unmistakable precision. The emerald flames grew even more jubilant under the nourishment of the blood, and the blades piercing through the flesh seemed to roar in rage, shaking violently. Without hesitation, Venal kicked the dead swordsman to help pull out the poisonous fire stuck between the bones and armor, and then turned around and swept away, slashing at the back of the swordsman who was struggling Cynthia. The swordsman fell to his knees in agony, and Weiner stood behind him and mercilessly poked the poisonous fire through the gap in the armor at the back of his neck, the tip of the sword slicing through his spine, piercing through the lobes of his lungs, and finally protruding from his lower abdomen, blood dripping down the blade of the sword to the ground.

"Get down!" Cynthia roared, and Venal, instinctively obeying her orders, swept over his head with a throat thorn that tried to sneak up on his swordsman's right eye. "Die, dog mongrel!" Cynthia angrily clenched the throat piercing spike with both hands, pushing the dead swordsman forward a few yards away, only to pull the piercing spike out of the hollow eye socket until the corpse fell on its back on the winch.

Weiner and Cynthia cooperated very well, and the two of them quickly cleared out the enemies in the winch room, and finally got a chance to breathe. Weiner sat on the winch and counted the corpses, four of which had been killed by Cynthia's throat piercing, so he pointed to the throat piercing and teased: "There are four more, it's not easy to change its name! I think you can also consider eye piercing, or eye piercing, how about it? I think it's better than throat piercing." ”

"I think it's a good thing to pierce the mouth or pierce the mouth, what do you say?" Cynthia said as she pointed her sword at Weiner, and the atmosphere fell into an awkward silence before bursting into cheerful laughter.

Wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, he stood up from the winch and said, "I thought it would be difficult to find a humorous chat partner after Frey died, and it seems that you are worth cultivating." Weiner walked over to the heavy iron door leading to the corridor, and pulled the handle with all his might, and the howling cold wind swept through the winch room in an instant. He managed to stabilize himself in the hurricane when he saw Bernie coming from across the corridor with a dragon-raider.

"Is it clean outside the gates?" asked Weiner exclaimed.

"It's ...... than your purse," Bernie could say before he could finish his sentence, and a flood of feathered arrows flew up the corridor from under the city gate, and one of the arrows plunged into Bernie's temple, killing him in an instant. The members of the Dragonsnatchers were also not spared, and the dense fire pinned everyone in the corridor to the wall.