The dwarf demon moves quickly, but is defeated in the moment of confrontation with the Sand Knights.

Puff puff.

The Sand Knight raised his long knife and easily shot down the dwarf demons' sharp knives, stabbing them in the eye at the same time.

Blood splattered, stumps flying.

Soon, the blade sliced through the blood, and the dwarf demon screamed and retreated.

Obviously, these dwarf demons only have the monster strength of Lv15, and it is easy for Sand Knights above Lv22 to kill them.

Within three minutes, more than fifty dwarf demons that rushed down were all turned into corpses and experience points, and fell on the hillside, soaked in blood.

At the same time, the huge poisonous fog monster that broke two big trees as weapons and rushed towards Tang Ze with a new wind was also shattered by Tang Ze's punch.

Unreasonable.

However, it is tenacious and wields its weapon unrelentingly.

Knock, muffled voice.

The two large tree trunks hit Tang Ze's demonic scales, but they had no effect.

The huge poisonous mist monster hesitated for a moment, and then was overwhelmed by Tang Ze's black breath big hand, and fell heavily to the ground, smashing out of the big pit.

The green mist fills the air, and the skull quickly recovers, and there is a tendency to encircle Tang Ze.

"The enemy has always been weaker than I thought."

Tang Ze looked down at the monster at his feet and shook his head, the dark green armor emitted an erosive green light that penetrated into its body in the blink of an eye.

Zizi.

The mist dissipated, and the body of the giant poisonous mist monster seemed to be swept into a vortex that did not exist, and disappeared in an instant.

There is a hint on the message panel to get XP, but not much.

The death of the giant poisonous fog monster meant that the battle had come to an end, and it was ridiculous to say that Tang Ze thought it was a vicious battle.

Let the monster minions dispose of the dwarf demon corpses on the hillside, and Tang Ze led a few dark gold monsters to the shadow of the hillside.

Between the dark green trees, bright green points of light flew around a crack.

There are many kinds of portals in the dark world, cracks, light curtains, and abysses, without exception, they all exude faint spatial fluctuations, which is also the most recognizable point.

It's a typical rift portal, wriggling like a living thing.

Tang Ze had previous experience in destroying portals when dealing with the demonic minions under Andariel's Throne, and it was very simple, just break it violently.

“...”

Tang Ze approached the crack without thinking, and the dark green armor wrapped around his left fist, emitting a terrifying light.

Click, the crack suddenly opened.

The misty green light flooded Tang Ze's figure in the blink of an eye, and at the same time, the crack dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Even Tang Ze didn't expect the change.

The Knight of the Dark Sands and the Dark Gold Scarab next to them realized that something was wrong, and tried to get closer with the light of the sword and the thunderbolt.

"Idiot."

There was a deep whisper in the green light, a very old demonic whisper, and the transparent fluctuations spread out like a wave.

Rumble!

The Knight of the Dark Golden Sands was knocked out, and the Dark Gold Scarab was pushed away by the transparent wave after a few seconds.

The green light and green mist continued to retract, and soon dissipated into a trace of light and mist.

The dark green trees quickly faded and clattered down, smashing the ground into a mess, splintering wood and branches.

The monster minions crushed below roared like thunder, tearing trees to pieces, and the converging evil breath swept away objects that obscured their vision.

However, the crack, the green light and green mist, and even Tang Ze, were gone.

“...”

The two dark gold monsters quickly made eye contact, and quickly unified their opinions.

"Inform the agents of the Blood Palace, and Ghost Art."

"Over there at the Black Manor?"

"The master is not going to be taken easily, he must have his own deep concerns."

"Then it is necessary to notify, deputy? The master didn't tell us to do that. ”

"Of course it's necessary... The owner may have made a temporary move, and it seems that we are not so useless. ”

The Knight of the Dark Golden Sands glanced at the place where the crack had just disappeared, and the Dark Gold Scarab comprehended and said no more.

···

In the rocky cave a few miles away from the hillside, the bloodstain pattern on the ground became more and more vivid under the light of the torch.

Several black-robed men were torn to pieces, their limbs scattered, and the only two remaining looked at the brown-haired girl in front of them with horrified eyes.

The fire flickered.

"Are you proficient in interrogation?"

Oni Yat clasped his hands around and his staff hovered beside him, staring at Nanya.

"I have studied "Torture Technique" and "Willingness".

Nania pondered and replied that those two books were compulsory courses for the Westmar elite, specifically for war criminals and spies.

"They're not ordinary humans with weak wills."

Ghost Art shook his head, but still looked patient, "So what is your decision?" ”

"Of course, I still need your help."

Nania bowed slightly, looking polite.

She clearly felt the politeness of Ghost Yat, but it was one thing to be polite and get down to business.

"You, you're from Westmar?"

One of the black-robed men shuddered, he understood the Westmar language of Ghost Yat and Nanya.

Then, anxiously, he ripped off the black cloth from his head, revealing a ruined dark red face and gray hair, "Allow me to explain..."

"You say."

Nania stole a glance at Oniat, who didn't react.

"My name is Yárhi Pono Vic, a former scholar of the Geological Society of Westmar and vice president of the Alchemy Society."

The man was in a hurry, and his tongue was knotted several times, "... You've probably heard of me? In an accident, I was taken away by this group of people and forced to help them do these blasphemous stupid things. ”

Then the man began to complain about how the black-robed men ruined his appearance and tried their best to torture him.

During this time, Oni Yat noticed that Nanya was in a trance when she heard the name "Yarshi Pono Vic".

"How did they get you here? What do they want to do? Who are they? ”

Nania bit her lip, took a deep breath, and threw out three questions.

"They are a group of black fanatics in the service of the Sakaram Cult, and there are several secret harbors on both sides of the Twin Seas, and I was brought here on a rainy night, blindfolded, but able to hear the waves and torrential rain."

The man's face wrinkled in pain, as if he didn't want to think about those memories anymore, "I don't know what they want to do, everyone has their own tasks, and I don't even know who the people around me are." ”

"Maybe some people were also coerced, but that's just my guess."

With that, the scholar looked at the other black-robed man beside him who was silent.

"Can you get him to take off the black cloth?"

Nania nodded, blinking.

The scholar immediately made a few gestures to his black-robed companion next to him, who groaned for a while and shook his head firmly and slowly.

"Is this your gesture for communication?"

Nania looked at the ugly scholar, "It seems that his answer is not good. ”

"Yes... He would rather be killed... Actually, those black fanatics have also brainwashed me, maybe, maybe..."

The scholar was a little incoherent, and he wanted to denounce the practices, but he knew that the current situation did not allow him to do so.

Nania nodded, and without hesitation, she drew her long sword and cut off the head of the black-robed man, the tip of the sword picking open the black cloth, revealing an equally mutilated face.

"It's impossible to judge identity by your face."

Nania shook her head and withdrew her blood-stained sword.

The scholars on the side were indifferent to this scene, he had seen so much darkness that now he just wanted to seize the opportunity to live.

His throat rolled hard.

"You, you're from the Sibbert family, beautiful young lady, aren't you?"

The scholar's ugly countenance, small eyes glowing with hope, stared at the heels of Nanya's boots.