From time to time, the breeze blows, sending the scent of mud and grass into the nose. Walking in the lush forest, Ronald and the three of them were chatting with each other.

"Kerry, after the last headache, I feel like I've got a knack for it. ”

The mage tilted his head: "What's the trick?"

"Ice will, the so-called mental magic, is it related to willpower?"

"It can also be said that the more determined the mental power, the greater the probability of being able to exempt from mental spells, and even reach the level of complete resistance. The mage went on to explain, "For example, some races are naturally immune to psychic spells. ”

Ronald curiously asked, "What race?"

"The vast majority of the Zerg, the Golem Body, and the undead like the Lich, in short, a lot. The mage looked up at the sunset, which was about to disappear, and said, "Let's find a place to camp first." ”

Ronald nodded, and didn't continue to chat. The three of them walked a little further and found a place where they could camp.

"I'm going to look around the neighborhood. Ronald bowed to Bruno and the others, "Come back soon." ”

Not long after, he came back with two prepared hares.

The bonfire was soon lit, and the fat hares were planted on the wooden shelves, and they were roasted to the point of oil, giving off a scorching aroma. Seeing that one side was ripe, Ronald expertly turned the wooden frame in a circle so that the food was evenly fired.

Hands were skillfully busy, and Ronald's head raised slightly: "If I'm not mistaken, I should be almost to the Pygmy tribe, right?"

The doctor nodded, "That's right, I'll be there tomorrow." Then, he sniffed pleasantly: "It's almost, take it down." ”

Ronald pulled out a linoleum felt from the space bag and placed the fragrant roast rabbit on it. With a shake of his hand, Bruno took out his steel knife, and after a few slashes, the two roast rabbits were quickly divided into several pieces by him.

The mage, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, and a trace of solemnity appeared on his face: "I feel a trace of chaotic aura. ”

"Huh? Bruno teased, "Aren't you the evil dark necromancer?"

"I'm serious. The mage glared coldly at the doctor, "Darkness and chaos, these two are not equal. ”

Ronald suddenly raised his hand and interrupted them: "Look!"

Looking in the direction of his finger, the two saw a field of fireworks in front of them, mixed with a few loud noises from time to time. Faintly, there seemed to be the sound of weapons clashing.

"That's right!" there was a rare hint of anxiety on the mage's rigid face: "It's the breath of a demon!"

Just stunned for a moment, Ronald immediately entered a state of imminent battle, and the doubt in his eyes turned into a calm and sharp gaze in an instant. With the flow of magic power, a touch of blue quickly condensed on the long sword, and he pulled his legs and rushed to the battlefield: "Then what are you waiting for, let's go!"

The mage and the doctor glanced at each other, and quickly followed.

Under the bright silver moon, six blood-red eyes were staring at the young knight with a cold expression, it was a hellhound. This cerberus is more than four meters long and more than two meters tall. Except for its blood-red eyes, it was covered in pitch-black hair.

What's even more terrifying is that this Cerberus has three huge heads, and each of them has a sharp and protruding fang. The sour water, constantly dripping from the corners of the slightly trembling mouth, fell on the green grass, and rose in bursts of stinking smoke.

In the records of the Adventurer's Guild, Cerberus is a gold-level monster, and the one with three heads is even stronger!

In the face of this terrifying behemoth, the knight with the big sword had no fear in his eyes, but his head still couldn't help but look around.

Sensing the knight's momentary distraction, the three-headed Cerberus immediately attacked.

Roar!

The dog's head in the middle suddenly opened its bloody mouth and spewed flames into the knight's body, which was a unique ability --- the three-headed Cerberus. Although it can't spew one or two hundred meters away like a dragon, it is still not a problem to spew five or six meters, and it is as powerful as dragon fire.

Rhodes jumped to the side, dodging the scorching flames.

There was a crackle, smoke and sparks.

The trees behind him were instantly charred by the flames.

Glancing behind him with palpitations, Rod calmed down and fought beside the three-headed Cerberus. With the intention of delaying time, Rhodes relied on his agile movements to move flexibly around the Cerberus, provoking the three dog heads into a rage but helpless.

Roar!

Another burst of flame spewed out, burning all around.

After Rod flashed sideways, he suddenly spotted a figure running towards him.

Was it Astrand? but was quickly vetoed by himself. After seeing the man's face, he shouted at the black-haired swordsman, "Be careful!

A beam of magic arrows shot from a distance, smashing the dog's head on the left crookedly.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ronald, who had already rushed in front of Cerberus, jumped onto the back of his enemy with a beautiful somersault and buried his blue iron sword deep into Cerberus's body.

Finding that the combat skills of the reinforcements were so superb, Rhodes, who was holding a big sword, couldn't help but praise it: "Well done!"

But Ronald has a word of suffering.

As soon as the sword was gone, he felt a burning heat in his palm. The demon's pitch-black fur was full of red flesh, like tumbling magma, and the temperature seemed to steam his palms. He was startled and quickly drew his sword and jumped down.

What a terrible power of fire! It melted away all the magic I was attached to!

Although the Cerberus was not harmed, the pain in its back caused it to erupt into a furious breath of flames.

Roar!

The battlefield suddenly became scorched, and the area of the clearing expanded again.

Carefully dodging, Ronald heard the mage's reminder.

"Don't waste your magic power, ordinary attacks won't have much effect on it!" the mage's reminder came from afar: "That guy's Achilles' heel is the Demon Heart, which is on the chest!"

Before he could finish speaking, Bruno threw the throwing knife and stabbed it precisely into the bloody eye of the dog's head on the right.

"Haha!" Bruno smirked at the painful look of the Cerberus, "What about here, is it a weakness?"

He didn't have long to be complacent, and the next moment, the furious Cerberus opened three bloody mouths and bit at the same time. Its attack not only blocked the left and right sides, but also went straight to the doctor's vital point. But Bruno quickly slumped down and slid down from the monster's feet with the help of his habitual name, slashing it on its belly.

"It's hot!"

As soon as he slipped out, he gasped and shook his wrist desperately.

Ronald saw that the scratch on the Cerberus's abdomen was growing tiny granulations at a rate visible to the naked eye, and those granulations slowly twisted and twisted together, gradually sewing the wound close.

Is this the restoration surname shared by demons?

Sensing the danger, Ronald's face was calm.

He quickly raised his left hand and kicked back with his heel, easily dodging the oncoming flames. An ice mirror flashed in the path of the flames, and forcibly split it into two. However, it only lasted for less than a second, and the ice mirror was fleeting, annihilated in the raging flames.

As the pride of Turing, Rhodes, looking at this black-haired young man of his own age, couldn't help but arouse a sense of competition.

I'm the first in the knight assessment, how can I be compared to this guy of unknown origin!

The magic sword given to him by the bishop shone with a golden light. Driven by the spirit of battle and pride, Turing's pride Rod ran to the left of Cerberus with a confident look.

Cerberus roared and tried to turn his head, but was stopped by the mage's well-timed magic arrow.

Ronald seized the opportunity, and a chill suddenly erupted from his body. He followed Rhodes the Great Sword and galloped towards the right side of the enemy.

Two brave warriors, one left and one right, galloped to the side of Cerberus at the same time.

The golden greatsword cut a long and narrow wound in Cerberus's stomach. The azure sword sliced a large piece of black fur, revealing the bright red inside.

Two sharp pains in the abdomen caused all three heads of Cerberus to roar at the same time. But, for powerful demons, these wounds are not fatal enough.

Ronald, who had already learned this from the mage's reminder, rushed towards the wildly spitting Cerberus like a sharp arrow in the next moment. Without waiting for Cerberus to put his head on him, Ronald put his hand on Cerberus's neck and jumped up again with a whoosh.

Ronald firmly grasped the mane of Cerberus's neck as he unleashed his magic skill--- Ice Blade.

More than a dozen ice knives swirled around him, and under Ronald's mind, they shot towards the red bloody eyes.

Poof, poof!

The ice blade caught his eye, and the three-headed Cerberus was suddenly blinded by three eyeballs.

Roar!

Hot blood dripped from his eyes.

The three heads of the Cerberus swayed wildly, splashing acid everywhere in their mouths. On the surrounding trees and grass, there was a sudden sound of corrosion, which frightened Rhodes and Bruno, who were going to reinforce, and jumped into the distance.

And the initiator stood firmly on the back of Cerberus. No matter how much that crazy hellhound broke free, he couldn't shake Ronald off.

He suddenly jumped off his shoulder, more than two meters above the ground, his hands clenching the hilt of his sword. Under his own weight, Ronald's weapon was like the blades of a windmill that brought out a blue half-moon, and he neatly cut off the head of the dog on his right.

Syllable!

The dog's head, big enough to swallow a human head, fell heavily to the ground. The corners of his mouth barely had time to spill a trace of spark before the dog's head threw out its scarlet tongue.

Zizi.

The residual saliva dripping from the tip of the tongue corroded the grass under the dog's head into a circle of black.

Before the demon who had lost a head could roar in anger, he felt the cold touch coming from the wound again.

The sharp tip of the sword rushed all the way down the neck through the monster's body, and finally touched a hard object--- the demonic heart hidden in the chest of the hellhound, which was the source of the demons' powerful vitality.

Click, click.

With a clear sound of glass shattering, the hellhound finally fell to the ground.

Bang!

Dust flying.

Without the demonic heart's energy replenishment, Cerberus's bright red wound quickly turned black.