Hearing Amber's words, the paladin's lips pursed, and he said helplessly, "Barney's words may not be correct, but you are indeed different from before. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

"Please."

Amber raised her eyes, her pale golden eyes did not wave, and this sentence already carried a clear taste of expulsion.

The barbarian Banidi who left earlier, and the paladin in front of him, although they had different starting points, did not approve of Amber's approach. She was not prepared to give any explanation on that point.

It's useless to talk too much, please take care of yourself.

Anger crept up the paladin's face like vines, his fists clenched, his trembling movements reflecting his inner struggle.

"Pepeth, Will, Ed, let's get out of here."

He had a partner, an assassin, a mage, and a druid, and they had been a team that had been working together before, and if they wanted to leave, they would naturally leave together.

Three figures lined up from the ranks, two women and one man, all from Canduras, who bowed their heads and did not look at Amber.

"I hope you succeed, Amber Melova."

The paladin gave Amber a deep look, then led his companions in the direction of Banedi's departure, their figure quickly engulfed in darkness.

The team of thirty-two professionals shrank considerably, and the remaining professionals looked at Amber worriedly, waiting for her instructions.

When ordinary people encounter this situation, even if they are experienced professionals, if they have no leadership experience, they will fall into confusion in an instant.

"Take me to the place where the poisonous fog appears, and start the clue from there."

Her expression was unwavering, and she looked calmly at the druid just now, who nodded again and again in understanding.

"The number of people has decreased, there is no need to carry the torch all, the distance between the professionals is reduced, and half of the torch is divided and saved."

Along the way, she perfected the details of the team.

Pitch-black shadows swayed between the dark trees, following them away.

・・・

Clang! The swords staggered, bursting into a dazzling spark that illuminated the faces of both sides.

"Sober up, Nania!"

The blood-stained savage gritted his teeth in pain, wounded all over his body, his arms surging to hold the other man down, and then roared.

Beneath her silky brown slightly longer hair were calm green eyes, and she snorted, her pink lips as if sighing.

Boom! Her sword-wielding left hand twisted like a snake, and the bewildered phantom hid its edge, bypassing the barbarian's gaze for a moment and grazing in front of his neck.

Splashing with blood, she displays perfect melee skills to take the life of a barbarian who hesitates at heart.

Kicking away the tall dead body, Nania looked at the two figures fleeing frantically not far away, lowered her gaze to stare at their footprints, and took a step without hurrying, the blood-stained broken sword dancing on her fingertips like an elf flying up and down.

"Make it into a skeleton, immediately."

Leaving a sentence, the two figures who were respectfully lying on the side trembled slightly, indicating that they understood.

Like Nanya, they are degenerate beings who have been enslaved by Andariel, one of whom has just chosen to fall and be infused with polluting power, and the other is one of the seeds that have been dormant for a long time.

After Nania left, they ripped open the barbarian's corpse and mechanically performed the monstrous ritual.

Meanwhile, the chase continues, but this time luck has befallen the pros.

In a dark corner of the forest, Amber and his party crossed the cluttered rocky ground and saw a figure running wildly, constantly gasping.

"That's?"

Several nervous-looking Amazons tightened their bowstrings, narrowed their eyes, and quickly became vigilant.

"Yasdwin, one of the missing professionals, a native of the Aranok desert, is said to be from Rugoin, a necromancer at Lv13."

Amber muttered to herself in a voice that only she could hear, and she frowned at its miserable form, subconsciously dissipating the magic condensed in her hands.

The two sides were about one hundred and fifty meters apart, and the sharp-eyed Yasdewen found the bright torch held by Amber and the others, and he was immediately shocked and ran wildly with all his strength.

There wasn't even room to speak.

Teng Teng, he only took a few steps, and the sound of a tidal wave of squirming came from both sides.

"Lacanihu." "Lacanihu."

The blade-wielding blue figure screamed, and his red eyes flocked to Asdwin, who was running desperately.

"Damn it, Blade Demons, they all inhabit the camp at night, and the Blade Demon camp is nearby! Pay attention to the location of the Blade Wizard! ”

"Stick the torch on the ground! With hedrons! They can't get used to the light of the hedron for a while! ”

One of the barbarians in the team immediately reacted, the habits of the Sinking Demon were very similar to those of the Blade Demon, and he appeared to be very experienced.

"I'm going to save him."

Amber's words startled the extremely professional next to her, and before she could react, she swept away, her white robe hunting in the wind.

The swift white shadow shook out of the pale blue Westmar magic array, and the speed increased a notch again, and the brown staff held in the white hands turned into phantoms, and instantly hooked Asdwin's clothes and gently sent them out.

The sound of flames converging, the Blade Demon Wizard hiding in the Blade Demon Group felt Amber's breath, and immediately waved the Banner Staff to release the fireball spell.

Almost as soon as he rescued Asdwin, the crimson fireball that distorted the scenery approached Amber's side, blocking her retreat.

These monsters have a clear purpose and are likely to be under the command of a certain being.

Her eyes were cold, and she gave up the idea of dodging.

Boom Boom! Boom Boom! The scorching flames exploded in mid-air, and Amber's white robe was covered with scorched marks, and suddenly rolled out of the flames to the ground, wrapped in a broken light mask, her face was a little pale, and her blonde hair curled slightly.

Although it was successfully blocked, it consumed more mana than expected.

"Gulen's Kantath—"

Amber stared, a slight but rapid chant floated out, and a shadow of danger suddenly swept out of the empty front, and a cold light flashed in front of her eyes.

The unbelievable familiarity, like boiling water, boiled violently in the heart.

"Nania?!"

Her voice was hoarse with surprise, anger, confusion, and a mixture of emotions.

She couldn't even believe that the figure full of murderous intent in front of her was Nanya, the lovely companion who had always loved her, and made people warm.

The cold turquoise eyes and the pale golden eyes looked at each other, and the indifferent gaze collided with the frightened gaze.

Ding Ding Ding! The sword rubbed hard against Westmar's formation, Amber felt her mana being swallowed by a strange force, and Nania's hand seemed to be swirling with green light.

"Damn, how dare you do such a thing!"

Sensing Nania's abnormality, she swelled with irrepressible anger.