As a loyal follower of "actions speak louder than words", Arcanis didn't have the leisure to understand the meaning of the bald old man's words. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info She ran towards the door, and had only just run two steps when a sudden change occurred.

Parchment scrolls, statues of goddesses, green moon gems, these half-rotten pure things, softened like gummies in the flames and vanished. The pale black gas diffused like a freed prisoner. The bright alchemy ball in the study suddenly flashed, as if a naughty child was pressing the switch.

The bald old man stared at the alchemy lamp ball with cloudy eyes with hope. The alchemy ball flashed in his eyes like a warrior fighting an evil enemy. Jean ran past him, glancing at him, a hint of doubt rose in the wolf's heart.

Contrary to the old man's expectations, the alchemy ball only flashed slightly, and immediately darkened, and the flame of hope in the old man's cloudy eyes was extinguished. It was as if he had died.

Arcanis, who had just stepped out of the room, was still wondering why the corridor, which was so bright as if it was on fire, suddenly went dark.

A powerful suction tugged at her cloak and pulled her back into the dark study, the papers in her hands scattered, and the wolf fell into the cold embrace of the steel window, the hug so intense that it rattled Arcarnes' bones.

She let out a cry of pain and just got up from the rough carpet. The neighing of horses and the sound of iron hooves crushing the floor came from the hallway. Arcanis hadn't yet adjusted to the sudden darkening, and all she saw was the old man in the pink jelly-colored magic shield at the door, as if the two of them were the only ones left in the whole world.

The old man was lying on his hands on the magic shield, staring at the blue wolf with wide eyes, he looked older, as if he had spent more than ten years in the few seconds that Arcarnes had embraced the steel window.

The corners of the bald old man's mouth rose and he let out a giggle laugh, and his shriveled lips squirmed, saying, "We're all going to die in pain, hahahahaha." ”

The laughter was terrible, and Arcanis stared at him, listening to the laughter echoing in the study, and she immediately understood the old man's mood. This feeling is like the happy feeling of a death row prisoner who is about to face the torture of a wooden pillar piercing chrysanthemums and a thousand knives, and when he is about to be executed, he finds that someone is going to die a painful death with him, and he is about to embark on the road full of painful death.

After all, if someone accompanies you and doesn't have to die alone, people will always feel a lot better.

Arcanis realized that he could still run, so he ran to the door again. The sound of iron hooves and hissing drew closer, and as she ran to the door, a figure suddenly appeared and slammed into her. The blue wolf subconsciously hugged her, the figure struggled, Arcanis lost his balance, and they fell to the ground together.

Arcanis straightened up, her eyes adjusting to the darkness around her, and the world took on black and white in her eyes. It turned out that the one who crashed into her arms was the masked female thief who took out the study before. She jumped up from the carpet and raised her dagger warily at the old man, the thief clearly not yet accustomed to the darkness, for she turned her back to the wolf.

"Hahaha another one!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of the horse's hooves slowed down. The cold of death crept through the doorway, freezing cold.

The old man's aging face froze. A war horse dressed in pitch-black heavy armor, eyes like blood, mane like burning purple fire, iron hooves burning with green fireflies stopped behind him. The stiff smile on the bald old man's face vanished, and he turned his head as his face turned to ashes. He saw a bloodstained serrated saber, the blood on which had been darkened, and every bit of blood was a suffering soul weeping and longing for the saber to drink the blood so that they could have new companions.

The old man trembled, and he followed the saber upwards, and holding the saber was the hand of a woman with iron gloves, who was dressed in pitch-black full-body armor, and the old armor was full of dents and sword marks, reminiscent of the decaying coffins of the cemetery.

The old man's gaze continued upward, the horror knight was not wearing a helmet, it was a rotten and dry face, hair like withered grass, the wheat complexion in the old man's memory had become the complexion of a dead corpse, she was missing an eyeball, and the red phosphorus fire burned in the dark eye sockets, which was terrifying. A piece of flesh was missing from his cheek, revealing unusually snow-white teeth. There is a strange magical imprint on the side of the face.

She exuded the coldness of decay and death, filling the hearts of every creature that looked at her with the fear of decay and death.

"Liu Zhen, you're still here...."

"Soul that has escaped for fifty years, old friend, die!"

The terrifying knight spoke, and with a wave of his saber in his hand, the indestructible magic shield was easily cut as if it were frozen, and the magic collapsed. With a bang, the old man rose into the air and slammed into the female thief, and the masked female thief was knocked into the cold embrace of the steel window.

Arcanis stared at the face of the horror knight, the more she looked at it, the more familiar it became, why do you think there are so many familiar faces today?she thought, and suddenly remembered the six people in the photo, she was not the proud female swordsman. Although her appearance has changed a lot, her slightly raised chin and the proud look after the breath of death are exactly the same as the female swordsman in the photo.

It seemed that no creature would dare to look her face in this situation, and the Terror Knight stared straight into her eyes.

"It's ugly. ”

The blue wolf said.

The Terror Knight didn't speak, and she charged at the trio on her warhorse. The aura of death around them turned into thin, deformed wraiths, and the light green wraiths stretched out their withered hands at them, and rushed towards the three of them with the knights.

The smell of decay swept over his face, and Arcanis immediately ran to the knight's side. The wraiths were hateful in all faces, some with heads as big as pumpkins, some with gray flying insects from their mouths, some with black putrid liquid, and they all grabbed the wolves like water spirits about to drag people into the water.

"Stay with me!"

Cries of pain filled her eardrums, and Arcanis didn't say any nonsense, straight to the ground with a scimitar. The sacred scimitar slashed into the soul's body, the gem of the hilt glowing a pale grayish-yellow, the blade burst into flames, and the wraiths screamed in pain, avoiding the terrible weapon.

Arcanis didn't go straight to the door, she quickly rummaged through the papers scattered across the carpet. The cold breath of death, like a dead man's fingernails scratching the back of her neck.

Behind him came the old man's howl of pain, as if his soul had been sucked away.

In just a few seconds, as long as a century, the blue wolf finally found the list, and she prayed in her heart that the old man would be healthy and would last a little longer.

"Kazkaz!" Arcanis shouted in his heart, "Hire a deletion service!"

"Five copper coins!"

"Quick!"

"Just wipe it off with your fingers. ”

The blue wolf quickly took off his gloves, and the old man's howl became weaker and weaker, and the pale black fog around him became thicker and thicker. Fortunately, she took the pseudonym Aina, and the list was in alphabetical order, and her name was in the first entry. The blue wolf wiped his index finger, and his line was only blank.

"Wipe it again!"

Suddenly, the old man's howl stopped, and the Terror Knight turned his head and raised his hand to the unsuspecting Arcanis. A head made of gray mist cried and pounced on Arcanis.

The blue wolf quickly wiped it again, and something magical happened, and the blank space disappeared. She noticed the attack of the Terror Knight, and just looked up, but when she reacted. The skull had opened wide and pounced in front of her, and the rotten breath blew across her cheek, hurting like a knife. It contains a terrifying corrupting power that only a mighty scimitar can slash, and it's too late to slash with a scimitar........