Arcanis's mind went blank, and she subconsciously raised her left hand to block the head, and the head of the black mist bit her left hand fiercely. The bitter cold www.biquge.info ness of the pen "Fun" Pavilion spreads from the bones of the left hand to the shoulder, like an ice pick scraping against the bone. She didn't have time to check on her injuries.

(Gun Blocker Left Hand)

The wolf kicked the ground, turned and rushed to the door, which became more and more blurry as if it were about to disappear.

Suddenly, there was a shrill laugh from behind her, and the storm suddenly slapped her face, and she involuntarily flew into the air, flying towards the terrifying knight. Arcanis decided that she would die with dignity, so she turned in the air, and at some point a thick fog rose around her, leaving only the blood-colored eyes of the war horse and the phosphorus fire in the eyes of the terrifying knight.

But when she was about to raise her blade, the blue wolf realized that she was not going straight at the Dreadknight, she raised her left hand and pronounced the "Activator" to the location in her memory

"Lokta, Joga. ”

The silver ram's head vanished and plunged into the fog. In an instant, her eardrums filled with the sound of steel bending and cracking.

Arcanis immediately changed his body and took on the position of a diver falling into the water. The darkness suddenly vanished, and she burst out of the fog, the once verdant garden beneath her belly, and the flowing lights in the distance gave her a feeling of escaping hell.

Before she could breathe a sigh of relief, something grabbed her bare feet, and the wolf screamed, and her body fell against the wall on the second floor, hanging on the broken window. When she looked at it, it turned out that her ten fingers, which had been so shriveled that only a thin layer of skin remained, grabbed her left leg and strangled it into the flesh with such force.

The owner of the hand is a thin old man, and it should be said that it is a dried corpse with only a layer of skin left. His eyes were gone, only a faint red light, but the black hole hole was filled with endless resentment. Arcanis was sure he was the bald old man.

"Don't try to run!

His mouth grown, and his soul howled in agony for Arcanis to die with him.

"You're bald and hairless!"

The blue wolf shouted, and the claw ring was aimed at the old man, as he was about to recite the incantation.

The old man suddenly let out a final cry of pain, his ten fingers, his arms, his sternum... They all turned into black smoke and were inhaled into the black smoke behind them, leaving only a skull, spinning and inhaling into the broken window.

Arcanis fell to the ground, and she flipped in the air and landed smoothly, pulling her hood up by the way. The heart was pounding with excitement, and escaping from the mortal hell was so exciting.

She noticed that the original lush vegetation around her was only a few dead branches, apparently caused by the arrival of the Dreadknight. With all his strength, the wolf fled to the wall, jumped onto it, and landed on the pavement illuminated by the streetlights.

"Imperial investigators!

Just as he was about to land, Arcanis was spotted by a flock of unarmoured vultures armed with weapons. At least three crossbows were aimed at her at once, causing Arcarnis' thumping heart to stop. She only glanced at it, and realized that she had fallen between a group of people, like a rabbit in a hunter's trap.

The wolf quickly kicked the ground and flipped back against the wall, crossbow bolts whizzing over her shoulder. Intuition suddenly warned her, and Arcanis jerked her head, an ice arrow grazing her scalp, the cold scraping the back of her head like a blade.

A crossbow bolt hit her in the shoulder, and she fell into the garden with a painful cry.

At this moment, there was a sound of the roof collapsing from above, and Arcanis looked up to see that it was the Terror Knight who flew out of the roof on a war horse. Manes like burning purple horses flew in the air, and a terrifying knight named Liu Zhen let out a piercing laugh with a saber in one hand and a skull in the other.

There was a burst of exclamations from the other side of the wall, and then various spells streaked across the sky like meteors.

That was good news for Arcanis, who briskly ran to the other side. The empire already knew that there was a thief in the mansion, so it was almost impossible to return to the banquet, sooner or later it would be discovered, and she had to escape before the area was cordoned off. A figure suddenly fell from the sky and landed in front of her with the sound of a broken bone, she stopped, and the uninvited guest stood up.

Arcanis fixed his eyes and turned out to be a masked female thief. She escaped, too, though she didn't look good, her long black hair held to the top of her head like a crown, like a sticky straw rope, and winged black worms kept coming out of her wet hair. The face covering had already fallen, the skin was sickly green, there was no eye in the eye socket, only a pinch of phosphorus fire was burning in the empty eye socket, and the other eye was protruding, like a dead fish's eye. There was also a huge black wound on his chest, not a drop of blood came out.

No matter how you look at it, it's a dead person, or at least a dying person.

But the short sword she stabbed at Arcanis was still vicious and powerful.

"Damn it!"

Arcanis was furious, and there were pursuers behind him, and suddenly a strong enemy was parachuted in front of him, and the vultures must have been happy to blow them all up.

It must be done quickly, or your life will not be lost!

"Kazkaz!Rent five minutes to control flesh and blood!"

"Great!

She blocked the scimitar from attack, the ghostly "flying blade" barely visible in the darkness, it grazed Arcanis' ears and struck the wall behind her.

Arcanis stealth in front of her, sliding to her side with a sliding step, unleashing a surprise attack. The enemy reacted extremely quickly, blocking the most dangerous scimitar, and his left hand blasted air waves at the longsword that struck his chest. Arcanis felt as if the blade had been struck by a hammer, and it was much more deflected. The wolf struggled to control his sword, successfully stabbing her in the abdomen and stirring it harder.

Arcanis heard a disgusting stirring sound, as if her stomach was rotting. She drew her sword and took a step back, and the other party's wound gushed out of the green, sticky cover, which was filled with white worms, disgusting.

The female thief stabbed at Arcanis repeatedly, and the blue wolf seized an opportunity to disappear into the shadows again. A strange smile appeared on the female thief's face, and suddenly her left hand reached into her stomach, grabbed a handful of insects, and threw them around, with the help of the wind elemental spell, the white insects shot out in all directions.

The blue wolf wielded two weapons to block the bugs that flew towards him, and the bugs burst open, splattering with a green, corrosive liquid. The longsword she had captured from the vulture's body was smoking. The enemy stabbed at her, and Arcanis couldn't resist it and retreated until her back was against the wall, a panicked look on her face.

With a strange smile on her face, the female thief pounced on Arcanis. Suddenly, something tied her bare feet, and with a hard pull, she lost her balance and fell to Arcanis. The blue wolf stepped forward decisively, and the scimitar stabbed into the massive wound in her chest with unerring accuracy, and with little hindrance, the scimitar emerged from her back, blazing with fire.

The blue wolf quickly realized that it was not the scimitar that was too sharp, but the original wound that had penetrated her chest. She immediately drew her scimitar, but luckily the thief didn't fight back, and she fell to the ground and never got up again.

Arcanis let out a relaxed breath, the power of the scimitar did not disappoint her.

Arcanis glanced at the corpse of the female thief lying on the ground, the female thief's left foot was naked and tightly tied to a branch, and it was not only her "flying blade" that was dangerous in the dark night, but also the simple trap was deadly. She suddenly had an idea. An idea that would allow her to risk her life to change the list from being in vain and not being discovered by the Empire.

The blue wolf took out a magic crossbow, endured the pain, pulled out the crossbow arrow behind him, and wiped the blood from the arrow. Wind up, aim at the corpse's shoulder, and make a shot.

Her scalp suddenly itched, a sign that danger was coming. Arcanis immediately ran to the side, disappearing into the darkness, and she had barely taken a few steps when the wall behind her suddenly exploded. The ten-meter-long wall was like a biscuit, easily shattered by elemental magic, flames and frost coexisted, stones splashed, glass windows shattered, and shards of light fell.....