How long does it take to resolve this curse for Lv29's Dark Gold Banisher [Oni Yat]?

In the spare time to communicate with Tang Ze in demonic language, it caught a faint fluctuation corresponding to the curse.

This wave acts like a guide line.

"To the east, the distance between the three villages, master."

[Oni Yat] gently waved his staff, seeing through countless details, "It's some humans who use magic and sorcery, through evil beliefs, to attach curses to the claws of carrion, in my opinion, this is a very low-level technique. ”

"I don't need to bother you about it."

The implication is that [Ghost Yat] wants to apply to Tang Ze and let it handle this matter.

“...”

Speechless at the speed of the Dark Gold Banisher's analysis, Tang Ze had no choice but to nod.

"Now that the location has been determined."

Tang Ze looked at the unconscious Nania Sibet, the curse could be lifted, so that the professional would not be killed.

"Yes."

[Ghost Yat] bowed respectfully, and the invisible fluctuations swept by, and it disappeared. At the same time, the curse on Naniya disappeared.

Sensing the direction of the Dark Gold Banisher's departure, Tang Ze glanced towards the forest, and then walked towards Nanya on the jumper's back.

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Deep woods, surrounded by pitch-black trees that grow at strange speeds, are filled with black mist, and to the left is a bloodstained and dried altar.

There was also a wooden hut, surrounded by traces of magic, which looked like a wizard's cabin in the woods, where the black-robed men gathered, and they looked restless.

"What about the profession?"

"She killed quite a few of our soldiers and destroyed a stronghold, which delayed the next attack...... Damn it! ”

"Catch her! She can be made into a powerful warrior, and the leader will be overjoyed. ”

"But you didn't catch her, figure out the situation."

"She suppressed the curse, which made it impossible for us to sense her location."

"Don't worry, the black wolves are already on their way, they are sensitive to smells, and before dusk, they will drag the professional back."

A black-robed man stroked the edges and corners of the silver falcon badge in a low tone, "We all know that she is in the way, even if we delay the next attack, we have to put her..."

Bell bell bell, bell bell, bell bell.

The Karan bell next to the beam shook slightly, and the black-robed man immediately stopped the discussion and waited for the bell to end.

"Three?"

"Someone's barging in."

"Unbelievable, this man must be a good scout, and I didn't even see him with the eyes I left outside."

"Can the people of the Sawyer Alliance find this place?"

"Another professional?"

"Let's go, go out and have a look."

The sound of pushing the chair apart came and went, followed by the clatter of boots on the oak.

Pushing open the wooden door, the cold air spread along the mist, and the eyes under the shadow of the black robe lit up with black lines, sweeping the surrounding scenery, shrubs, shade, and weeds, and did not let go.

However...

A few minutes later, the black-robed men who had gone out to inspect also returned, and they gathered at the door, but found nothing.

"Karanling is broken?"

"Why, there's no one at all, is it possible for an animal to fly in and shake it?"

"Shut up, only a human can shake it?"

"So you mean we have an inner ghost among us?"

A sneer silenced the scene.

"We can't have an inner ghost, listen, Karan Bell is fine."

The black-robed man said in a cold tone, "There must be something wrong that we haven't found..."

The discussion was fruitless, and the black-robed men returned to the hut in silence, but soon they turned from silence to sluggishness.

At the end, the only oak chair was pulled out, and a black flame sat on it, and a pair of slender hands stretched out from the flames, sipping the tea on the table.

If you look closely, it is not a black flame, but a black robe that seems to be burning.

It surged with a huge amount of magic that made all the black-robed people tremble.

"The mechanics of this spell are too superficial."

While speaking standard Canduran, his left hand suddenly played with the Karan bell, making it make a crisp sound.

In an instant, cold sweat seeped out of their backs.

At this time, the black-robed people realized that it was not the spell protector that triggered the Karan bell at all, but the guy in front of him swaggered in and shook it.

However, silence does not protect them.

"Where are you from?"

The black flames rose and became slender, as if they were human, and the black-robed people noticed that there were no feet under the flames, and the other party was floating in the air.

It seems that he was prepared, and someone immediately answered.

"Gastas, the Holy Doctrine of the United Degree..."

Bang, the black-robed man was halfway through speaking, and his body exploded into countless fragments of flesh and blood, splashing the floor and the person next to him.

The smell of blood spread quickly, and the scene was comical and terrifying.

The lie was easily recognized, and the remaining black-robed people began to get goosebumps, and it was difficult to suppress their nervousness.

"Where are you from?"

The same problem, the same standard Canduran, but with very different pressures.

After more than half a minute of silence, the black-robed people decided not to test each other's patience anymore.

"Wet earth, on the other side of the Sea of Twins."

There was no bloody explosion this time, and it was clear that the other party judged that they were telling the truth.

It is worth mentioning that the Twin Seas are the sea area between the Canduras continent and the Humid Land continent, and the wet leaves in the tea water are the specialty of the Humid Land.

In addition, Kurast, the Act 3 location of Diablo 2, is also on the Wet Earth continent, and is also one of the largest harbors of the Twin Seas.

With a little thought, it is clear that these black-robed men are most likely fanatical followers of the Sakaram Church, as the Sakaram faith is found throughout the damp land, and only the people of Sakaram are good at cursing.

The [Oni Yat] who was ordered to come didn't know so much, but it didn't matter, it just needed to gather information.

Soon, it moved on to asking questions.

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Bumps, bumps, ups and downs.

On that long, dark and rainy night, countless rains fell one after another, flooding the earth and forming a wave.

Nania felt like she had become a helpless vessel, ebbing and falling with the ebb and flow of the waves, and it felt like...

I just got on a horse in my childhood, and I am not used to it, constantly bumping?

And in front of her, there was Amber Melois, the smiling figure who was now riding her horse, instinctively, Nania snorted, wanting to embrace the past.

The back was getting more and more dazzling, and countless rays of light converged.

It becomes hazy and dreamy.

But she seemed to be getting farther and farther away from Amber, no matter how close she was, reaching out, out of reach.

"Miss......"

Tears welled up in the corners of Nanya's eyes, and she suddenly woke up to a pure blue sky, dotted with white clouds, and the weather was clear and bright.

It's beautiful.

"Hmm~~"

She seemed to be lying on the back of a horse, and subconsciously stretched.

The feeling of flatness is a little bumpy, but it doesn't seem to be, this feeling is much more comfortable than the saddle, soft and delicate, like soft meat.

"Is it also the usual morning exercise today, in the past, Instructor Moses is going to say that we are lazy to sleep."

Nania squinted her eyes, a little comfortable, "Miss, where is our next stop..."

Her beautiful brown eyes shrank, she realized that something was wrong, and countless memories flooded into her mind.

Her last memories were of blood, heavy rain, corpses, and that night, haunted by pain and exhaustion, she fainted.