It didn't sound right, more like someone screaming when they were dying. Shadowy shadows flickered in the faint light of the bushes, making 86 faintly uneasy. And that smell, yes, a faint smell of blood mixed with the stench of ** to form an impressive smell that burrowed into No. 86's nostrils. He remembered the smell, as Mott had said, it was the smell of demons, the smell that came from "below."

No. 86 and Semar moved quickly, but they both deliberately kept their footsteps down and tried to hide their bodies as much as possible in the darkening night. As they drew nearer, the light in the direction of the stables suddenly went out, and without warning, all the sounds and shadows shrank into darkness, leaving only the more and more palpitating and oppressive remaining.

"Be careful!" Mott's voice startled 86 and Semar, and before they could react, a pitch-black figure rushed out of the bushes in front of them!"Damn!" Semar cursed, and orange flames instantly ignited on his palm, and 86 had already avoided the direction of the opponent's impact and smashed it with a punch.

But what everyone didn't expect was that the figure actually fell straight down with the momentum, like a puppet with a broken string. By the moment of mismatch, No. 86 realized that the other party did not seem to be coming for them. "Wait, Boss! He seems to be a guard guarding the stables!" Mott's eyes were much more sensitive in the dark than they were in the dark.

No. 86 was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly reached out and grabbed the guard's fallen body, but the weight that came in an instant almost brought him. "What's going on, man? what's going on?" he asked.

Semar kept the flame in his palm at a very faint intensity, and by the light of the fire, they finally saw the guard's appearance. At this time, he was being dragged by No. 86's arm, his dim eyes had slowly lost the color of life, large streams of blood kept pouring out of his mouth, and a bloody wound tore open the artery in his neck.

He ...... He's hurt too badly......" Semar said with a frown.

The guard's eyes moved blankly, as if at the last moment of his life he had seen Number 86 and the young mage. With all their strength, the guard struggled to raise his blood-stained palm and gripped No. 86's neckline. "Quick...... Come on...... Tell. Tell the captain...... There's a monster, the monster ......" After speaking, his whole body loosened and stopped moving.

Number 86 struggled to look up at Semar, just then. A series of churning foliage accompanied by a beastly roar came from the bushes. Almost instinctively, No. 86 picked up the guard's sword and ricocheted it backwards with Semar.

Four or five narrow black shadows pounced out, and a bright orange fireball had been thrown out of Semar's hand, who was still in the air. There was a thud and sparks scattered. By the sudden explosion of light, No. 86 saw a dark red adult blood beast with three or four young beasts, and their sharp teeth were splashing with jet-black blood.

The adult bloodbeast that had been hit by the fireball rolled in the air in an attempt to rebalance its body, but its tongue, like a long whip, had already raced towards the nearest 86. Raising his sword to meet the attack, the hard barbs on the blood beast's tongue collided with the blade, and one or two brilliant sparks burst out.

The fact that the prey that was brought to the mouth not only flew away, but also blocked its own attack seemed to make the adult blood beast very unhappy. As soon as it hit the ground, it roared in Semar's direction. With its command, the other four young beasts rushed directly towards the young mage. It slowly turned its head and stared at Number 86 with its crimson eyes, a series of "gurgling" sounds from its nose that didn't contain much anger, but rather more of a euphoria—it was thinking about how to torture the human in front of it to death, and then drink up his blood.

High in the air, Mott flew straight to the stable, and the flames from behind him signaled that Semar and the cubs had already fought each other. At the same time, the forelimbs of the adult blood beast that were firmly in the dirt suddenly bulged out with hideous muscle textures, so fast that they could not bounce off the ground any faster. Pounced on the fully guarded No. 86.

The battle began at the stables in an instant, the claws of the blood beast getting closer and closer in the air, and No. 86 quickly stepped aside to dodge the blood beast's attack. He slashed the long sword in his hand at the hind limbs of the blood beast. The sharp blade instantly brought out a bloody hole on the blood beast's leg. But the Bloodbeast's attack didn't end with the injury, it roared in the air and twisted its body, whipping its tongue at Eighty-Six's neck with a whoosh.

The piercing sound of the wind breaking made No. 86's scalp tingle, and he almost didn't have to think about it to know that if he was struck by the other party's neck, then the end would probably not be much better than the guard just now. Subconsciously turn around and retreat. A red shadow still flew past him. The pain caused 86's forehead to be covered in cold sweat, and a wound with flesh turned out hung on his left arm with splashes of blood.

The long barbed tongue retracted back into the blood beast's mouth, and the body flying in the air grabbed the thick trunk like a spider, and with a fierce force, it pounced on No. 86 again.

"Damn!" No. 86 cursed, and there was no way to dodge, so he could only hold the long sword across his chest and be pounced directly on the ground by the blood beast. The two scuffling figures rolled up into patches of fallen leaves, and the frantic claw blows, along with the foul-smelling fangs, struck No. 86 who was crushed below. The claws as hard as steel collided with the long sword in No. 86's hand, erupting into a piercing tingling sound, and the mouthparts that kept opening and closing like iron tongs swooped down to bite No. 86's head. This blood beast is like a mad dog, trying to tear No. 86 directly into minced meat.

Soon, fine bloody holes were scratched out of No. 86's skin. "It's absolutely impossible to go on like this!" he thought to himself, suddenly giving up on parrying, and directly clenched the hilt of his sword, smashing the sword ball at the end head-on into the eyes of the blood beast. The Blood Beast's claws left three hideous wounds on 86's shoulder, and its right eye was smashed into a bloody patch by 86.

With a painful exclamation, the blood beast kept shaking its head like crazy, but the time for No. 86 to fight back finally arrived. "It's my turn! Miscellaneous!" 86 roared, grabbed the Blood Beast's right arm, and rolled on the ground, pressing down on the Blood Beast's back. The long sword in his hand struggled, and the forelimbs that were twisted by No. 86 flew out in a spray of blood.

The screams that erupted in an instant almost pierced 86's eardrums. The wounded blood beast writhed as it tried to shake 86 off its back. At the same time, the other cubs, whose limbs were entangled with Semar, immediately abandoned the mage, as if they had heard the call. Turning his head and rushing towards the 86th.

The ring on Semar's right index finger glittered in the darkness, the tool he used to cast his spells. "Do you want to go?!, leave me behind!" roared the young mage, who would not allow his enemies to turn their heads and attack their fellows who were also in the midst of a bitter battle!

Fierce purple lightning converged on his hand like a frantically beating electric snake, a dazzling white light flashed, and a boiling lilac energy ball appeared in his palm. It's embodied arcane dust!" O elementals, listen to the call of the resonant!Flare Field!" With Semar's roar, the lilac ball of light broke free from his palm, drawing a "Z" trajectory in the air, and slammed into the four young beasts.

"Boom!"

Not far behind the young beasts, the lilac ball of light suddenly exploded into a brilliant halo, and the aura spread out like ripples in the water, enveloping the four young beasts in it. The next moment, the expanding aura suddenly shook. It shrinks back at a thousand-fold speed and condenses into a brilliant spot!

What's even more bizarre is that all the objects that were originally covered by the aura have all risen from the ground unreasonably and surged into the spots of light in the air. As if pulled by an invisible force, the four young beasts kept waving their limbs in the air and flew backwards! There was another loud bang! The space around the spot appeared an irregular twist, and everything was crushed to the ground with a huge force. In an instant, the bark, grass, sand, and dust rolled up instantly drowned the young beasts.

That's when it happened. Mott, who had long disappeared, flew back, but it looked a little funny—three or four broken oil lamps were held in its mouth, and from a distance they looked like wooden bolts covered with iron boxes. "It's good to be back in time!" the skull's mouth gurgled as it quickly flew over the head of the young beast pressed among the many pieces of fallen wood. Suddenly let go. The broken oil lamps fell down in one fell swoop.

With a messy crash, the pungent smell of fire oil instantly splattered everywhere!"Light them on fire! quick!" the skull shouted to Semar. Perhaps sensing impending danger, the young beasts suddenly struggled to crawl out of the rubble, but it was too late. When the young mage finds Mott on the battlefield biting a broken oil lamp, he has made his final preparations.

Short spells slipped between his mouths. The mage's palm slammed into the air, and a magnificent fireball shot at high speed towards the location of the four young beasts. A dark yellow pillar of fire more than ten feet high suddenly rose from the ground in the darkness, and the splashing fire oil was swept around by the impact of magic, burning and exploding, blooming into a fierce and terrifying flame!

In the blinding yellow, several twisted and struggling monsters let out heart-rending wails, but soon, they were completely devoured and finally disappeared without a trace.

Semar, who was standing in the distance, was even frightened by the exaggerated explosion, he had no idea that the fireball technique with the fuel of fire oil would have such power! "Well done! Scream, little bugs! Why don't you scream!...... quack quack" The purple flames that jumped in the eye sockets of the skull were tinted with a hint of madness by the firelight.

On the other side, the blood beast that was crushed by No. 86's back suddenly broke out with the most violent struggle, perhaps because it smelled death, it broke free of its restraints, threw No. 86 directly into the air, and then rushed to the bushes without looking back!

After cursing a few words in his heart, No. 86 quickly got up from the ground and chased after him with a long sword. "Mott, use that spell and freeze it for me! don't let it run!" he shouted as he ran.

"Uh...... Boss, I'm sorry, with the mana I have so far, I can only release the Black Ice Cage one more time......" Skull said with some embarrassment, "I don't want to waste it on this little bug that escaped!"

"Let me come!" Semar suddenly picked up Mott's words and quickly ran from behind. As he ran, he waved his hand violently, and an orange rune dragged the trail of Xingsan, flying towards No. 86 in front. "Use your sword, don't use your hands!"

"What, what?......" No. 86 glanced back, saw the brilliant rune, and immediately understood what the mage meant. Reflexively slash the sword and move on! The orange runes were instantly shattered by the blade of the sword, but an amazing scene appeared! The shattered dust actually flew and all stuck to the sword. The next moment, the orange light spots spread across the sword, getting brighter and hotter! Suddenly, just when No. 86 could no longer hold the hilt of the sword, a flowing flame burst out from the long sword!

"What is this!" No. 86 exclaimed, he saw that the long sword in the flames was already red, and even had a tendency to melt away! In fact, this is one of the buff skills of fire battle mages - flame weapons! It can greatly increase the temporary combat effectiveness of the weapon, but because the quality of the guard's standard long sword is too poor to withstand the blessing of the pure element, this phenomenon occurs.

"Whatever it is! Hack it, Boss!" Mott didn't bother to explain to 86 what it was, and all that was left in his eyes was hack to death.

"Ahh!!hh

Barbled red light greeted him, and No. 86 seemed to be able to smell the stench rushing towards him in the air!

"Smack!"

The tongue of the blood beast was cut off in the air, and the long sword in No. 86's hand was also overwhelmed and broke into two! The tip of the sword that flew off danced into a round of flames in the night, and plunged directly into the ground far away. The roar of the blood beast mingled with the sound of drum-like footsteps, and No. 86 rushed straight forward like a leopard sweeping towards its prey!

With a muffled sound of "poof", the two broken bodies were cut out, and thick black blood was splashed on the fallen leaves, which looked a little disgusting. No. 86 looked at the blood beast that had convulsed a few times and finally did not move at all, and struggled to spit out a mouthful of saliva. "Die, demon, and it won't be long before your master will be buried with you!" )