The scorching atmosphere dulled the entire battlefield.

The black dwarf pygmies shouted "whoa-la-la-la", and a few brandished wooden maces soon surrounded Ronald.

Finding himself surrounded by these fierce pygmies, Ronald was unfazed. He arched slightly, lowering his center of gravity, took a step forward with his right foot, and exerted all his strength on the steel sword he clenched.

With a fierce wave of his hands, the blue half-moon burst through the air and shot out, skimming lightly over the heads of the two pygmies on the left. The two unlucky men didn't even have time to scream before they were slashed in two pieces by Ronald with all his might, along with the mace in his hand.

Fragments of cracked wood chips flew into the air with a splash of red, and the sky once again burst into a rain of blood.

But the other two pygmies took the opportunity to rush to Ronald's left side, and the next moment, the mace that shone with a little chill at the front almost smashed into his waist and abdomen.

"Humph!"

Ronald snorted coldly, his face was calm, and he took the initiative to step forward against the cold light of the wooden stick, and at the same time exerted another force on his hand. The sword momentum, which had gradually begun to stagnate, drew a clear blue again with the wave of his hands. The blue sliced through the two pygmies with a forceful force, slicing the stick and slashing it into the enemy's chest, bringing up bright blood and a blur of minced flesh.

The attack fell to the mage's eyes, and he felt that Ronald's two slashes were as if they were all in one go, as invulnerable as the clouds of his peers. Seeing that the enemy had gathered together, he smiled faintly at the corner of his mouth, and raised his hand to send a large fireball into the encirclement of the pygmies.

Bang!

The smell of burnt barbecue suddenly exploded in the crowd.

A few small balls of fire covered in fire ran around with a Pygmy tribe howl.

Being killed so quickly by the other party so many companions, looking at the severed remains of the companions on the ground and the few companions who were still wailing, the steps of those pygmies seemed to have a slight retreat, and their eyes couldn't help but show a wavering look. But the shouts of the leaders behind them dispelled their fears, and they adjusted their attacks, and then rushed over with their weapons in hand.

After Ronald slashed a pygmite with a short sword with a single sword, he found twenty or thirty pygmies running behind the wooden door. His brow furrowed, and he sighed silently at the unprovoked battle.

Boom!

Crimson bushes of thorns loom out around Ronald, rolling up several death-defying pygmies and straining them to death.

Glancing at their limp and bowed companions in mid-air, the pygmies croaked in rage, and at the shouts of their leaders, reinforcements quickly rushed into the battle circle. This time, five pygmies gathered in front of Ronald, their little short legs walking fast, constantly walking around Ronald, occasionally threateningly smashing a stick or stabbing a sword at him.

Ronald found that the attack of these five pygmies was much more cautious than the few pygmies just now. They can always jump out of the encirclement a moment before they swing their swords, and whenever they want to move on, the pygmies next to them will flank them.

Sou!

The body flashed slightly, dodging the blow needle of the sneak attack, and Ronald's face began to show a determined killing intent. Every time Ronald's hands began to swing, the sword landed on his hand to provoke a blood-colored crimson and a dying wail of the pygmies.

At this moment, Ronald is like a beautiful fluorescent butterfly, with a blue sword fluttering like wings, fluttering in what should be a bloodthirsty and cruel battlefield. The dazzling glow of the sword gave the enemy a deadly dreamy crimson, and in the misty eyes of the pygmies, they mercilessly harvested their lives and completely erased their souls. Fluorescent butterflies hovered around the thorn bushes summoned by the mage, and along with these stout thorny vines, they quickly harvested the lives of their enemies.

The short wooden staff in the mage's hand shot out a dazzling beam of snow from time to time, shooting those enemies who tried to approach him one by one.

The clashing of weapons and wails rang out in the Pygmy villages. A faint smell of blood, wafting silently from the corpses that had fallen to the ground, polluted the village.

The weather was clear, and white clouds floated lazily in the air under the blue sky. The towering mountains in the distance looked down at the land serenely, as if they did not know that a bloody battle had just taken place here.

Ronald, who was sweating fine on his face and a little hot and wet on his back, with heavy breathing, ripped off a strip of cloth from the corpse next to him to wipe the blood off the long sword.

Looking at the corpses all over the ground, a trace of unbearability appeared on Ronald's resolute face.

The battle is over, no, it should be said that the one-sided slaughter is over.

The thought was only fleeting, and Ronald did not overflow with compassion because of this. He rested for a moment, waiting for his breathing to steady, and then Ronald turned to look at the mage.

Noticing the inquiry in Ronald's gaze, the mage did not speak, he just raised his arm and aimed his staff at the dozen or so tents in the village.

Ronald nodded knowingly, and followed the two men briskly into the spiked tent, collecting the village's belongings into the ring. After Ronald and the others carefully examined it again, and made sure that there was nothing alive in the village, the two men silently put away their weapons and strode out.

After walking quietly for a while, Ronald asked the doubts in his heart: "I feel that something is wrong, there is no reason why those pygmies would suddenly become so hostile to us humans?"

The expression on the mage's face was extremely serious: "From them, I sensed a trace of chaos that only demons have. ”

Ronald paused and was stunned for a moment: "You mean, it may have something to do with demons?"

"That's right. The mage also stopped: "Their eyes have turned red, and their surnames have changed from gentle to cruel, most likely bewitched by the devil's magic." A look of worry appeared on his face: "If it's not a demon, it's most likely some evil mage......

Ronald frowned suddenly: "Damn it!"

"That's right!" Ronald thought of something, and suddenly shouted loudly: "Since they are controlled, then the culprit must be near the village!"

The mage thought so too, but he dissuaded Ronald from searching immediately: "Don't worry, let's find a safe place to camp first, let me prepare first." ”

It was hard to see such a worried look on the mage's face, and Ronald didn't continue to persevere. He frowned slightly, and asked cautiously: "Do you think that I am afraid that the opponent this time is very strong?"

After a moment of silence, the mage sighed softly and acknowledged the fact of his concern: "As far as I know, there are three kinds of magic that can cause this effect--- one is the third-order spiritual magic-bewitching spell, which determines the amount of magic consumed according to the release range, one is the fourth-order spiritual group surname magic-Mist of Bewilderment, and the other is the ......."

Realizing the seriousness of the mage's face, Ronald became more and more curious: "What is it?"

The mage sighed again: "It's the special surname of some demons themselves-charm surrender, so that their strength is far below their own goals, and they unconsciously surrender to him and obey any orders he makes. As for the types of demons that might have such a special surname...... "After thinking about it, he decided that it would be better not to say it all.

Seeing that the mage was silent, Ronald changed the topic with interest: "What's the difference between the third-order demagogic mind and the fourth-order mist of bewilderment?"

"The former is simply to control the caster to obey his commands. The latter, on the other hand, can give certain caste bonuses to the subordinates they control, such as being able to see who they are fighting with through their souls, or making their subordinates more brutal and bloodthirsty. ”

Ronald couldn't help but take a breath: "Being able to release fourth-order magic, if you don't specialize in spiritual spell cultivation, then it's at least a first-class master-level existence?"

The mage nodded silently.

All of a sudden, the air became a little quietly and terrifying.

But soon, it was dispelled by Ronald's hearty laughter: "If it's really that strong, it's a big deal to run away, and we'll do it again when the strength becomes stronger." ”

The mage smiled slightly, and he raised his weak arm and patted Ronald on the shoulder: "Not all the time, you can decide whether to run or stay. He looked at the blue sky: "The will of the individual is sometimes subordinated to a certain belief, even force majeure. ”

"Hey, hey. Ronald smiled and gave the mage a look, beating him a little staggering: "I said Kerry, don't be so esoteric, okay? I'll go and have a look around, find a secluded and safe place first, and then take your time according to your plan." ”

After stumbling a few steps, he finally stood firm, glanced at Ronald, and the mage also hooked the corners of his mouth: "That's right, it seems that I am old, and it is not a good habit to be too forward-looking, and it is not good to make my morale low." ”

"Haha!"

Ronald's loud laughter echoed through the woodland.

At the same time, in a quiet mountain spring cave, a beautiful woman with long dark blond hair opened her closed eyes. Her face is so beautiful, as delicate and elegant as a lotus flower out of the water, and like a bewitching flower on the other side, and even the shadow of a cold and noble rose can be seen.

It's just that her dark golden eyes are shining with an indifferent killing intent that is incompatible with that indescribable beauty. Her slender eyebrows were raised as she looked down at herself in the spring.

Tick, tick,

Droplets of water dripping from stalactites evoke crisp echoes in the quiet of the cave.

She stared down in silence at the indiscernible reflection in the water, but it wasn't long before she closed her eyes again.