Roy lay motionless on the grass with his eyes slightly closed, but his breathing didn't stop, and his heart was still beating. No one paid attention to him at the moment, and everyone's eyes were on the girl next to the iron pot.

Sir Colin's sword wasn't really trying to take the other man's life, he was just tempting the girl in front of him. The girl in front of him dodged his sword with ease, which made him conclude that his suspicions were right.

Aina did poison the soup, but she wondered why the poison had taken on so quickly. It was far beyond her expectations and broke her original plan.

Jason couldn't believe that the girl who had been weak before was able to avoid Master Colin's sword. He suddenly felt that he had killed Roy Ranger, and at the same time regretted his foolishness. He shouldn't have trusted others lightly, he forgot his father's teachings.

Knight Quentin reacted first, he drew his sword and moved to the other end to surround the girl in the middle. Except for the two knights who were in charge of guarding the surrounding movements, the rest of the knights also drew their long swords and surrounded the entire camp to prevent the other party from escaping.

The witch Aina's face was calm, and she whispered a witchcraft spell without fear. Now that the identity has been revealed, there is no need to continue to show weakness.

The ground around the camp shook, and the earth kept collapsing, and pit after pit appeared around the witch, only to see a large, tentacled, disgusting monster emerge from it. Then another monster emerged from another mud pit. The monster's swollen body was made up of stinking corpses. They have ugly heads on their bodies, fangs in their mouths, and drool.

"What kind of monster is this?" one of the knights couldn't help but exclaim. He had five of these ugly monsters.

"Corpse Gatherer," the ranger's clear voice came from behind him. Roy patted the dirt off his body, then walked over to the knight's side.

Born of human pain, and fed on human resentment. Wherever corpses are buried, corpse gatherers will appear. And the territory of Rocky Harbor, where the plague corpses were tormented, was full of corpses buried in the wilderness. Witches use evil spells to summon them out of the ground, and the skeletons are clearly far from being compared to the new undead.

The knight looked startled and asked, "You're not..."

"Poisoned?" Roy said for him.

The knight nodded bewildered.

"I'm all pretending," Roy said, looking at the surprised girl across from her, "just to see if she's a real witch." ”

Sir Colin looked a little helpless, he didn't expect this guy to come to this show. Grya, who was standing far away, still had a cold expression.

Aina didn't think she was showing any signs on the way, "How did you doubt me?" "She wasn't in a hurry to drive the holophils to attack. Rather, they want to know the answer from the question.

Roy told her, "What you said to Jason Knight. ”

"What am I talking about?" said Aina, the witch, could not think of what she had said wrong to suspect the other party.

Roy didn't directly state what she had said, but tilted his head and asked, "Jason Knight, did you tell her that we were going to Rock Harbor?"

"Nope. Jason blurted out.

"Just by that, you doubt me?"

Roy continued in a non-hurried tone, "And your long blonde hair is too neat and tidy, which doesn't fit your situation and current situation. ”

"You're a tough opponent indeed, and you've mastered all the abilities of the Ranger," said Aina, not without bitterness, "no wonder One-Eye and his men are planted in your hands." ”

At the witch's command, the five-headed corpse gatherer moved its swollen body and pounced on the armored knight opposite. Those hideous and ugly faces seemed to break free from the rotten body.

"Be careful not to get scratched by the claws of these monsters. Roy reminded loudly, "Don't let their breath get on your face." He took the keel bow from behind him, attached an arrow and aimed it at the witch on the other side.

The blonde witch's lips quirmed slightly, and a lightless shield appeared in front of her in the darkness, and the speeding arrows shot into the shield and disappeared, completely absorbed by it.

Sir Colin and his lieutenant, Knight Quentin, were entangled by the corpse gatherer who pounced on him, and the rest of the knights were busy dealing with the other three monsters. Hooliks are slower, but they have large bodies and long limbs. The fang-covered faces in the body kept spitting out black breath.

Sir Colin found that cutting off one head of a monster would have many heads, and cutting off its limbs would create new limbs from the monster. It's simply an undead.

"These corpse gatherers are born of resentment," Roy pointed sharply behind him, "and to destroy them must be with blessed artifacts." "The so-called holy vessels are objects that have been blessed by the bishop of the church himself, most of them are knives, swords and other weapons, but there are also a few other utensils.

"Swap your weapon for the Cross Silver Dagger. Sir Colin commanded in a deep voice. Sir Colin drew a seven-inch sharp blade from the scabbard that hung on his right waist. Each end of the blade is engraved with a cross mark and several elaborate letters.

The rest of the knights complied with his command to retract their swords from their scabbards and draw their daggers, which bore the same crossprint.

When Serr Colin plunged the dagger into the corpse, he could see that the dagger in his hand glowed with a faint holy light, and in an instant, it was submerged into the corpse. The part he stabbed was like it had been burned by lava, turning into a charred hollow.

More and more black smoke came out of the corpse gatherer's mouth, and the foul-smelling smoke floated through the camp, spreading out in the faint light of the campfire.

Roy muttered inwardly that the monster summoned by the witch was really not easy to deal with. And the shot is five corpse monsters, it seems that the mana is not ordinary. All he had to do now was dispel these poisonous black smokes.

Wind, only the wind can dispel this black smoke. But he's not a magician, so he can't do tricks. If only Brant were here, a whirlwind would blow the black smoke away without a trace.

"All raise their shields," Sir Colin commanded in a deep voice, "stir up the shields to create wind and disperse the black smoke." He also knew that only the wind could dispel the black smoke. In a hurry, all he could think of was this seemingly clumsy solution, but it worked.

Roy looked at the bearded man in front of him with some admiration, he was not only strong in force, but also outstanding in all aspects.

One after another, under the damage of the holy weapons in the hands of the corpse gatherer knights, they fell one after another, and finally turned into puddles of charred flesh.

But the young witch didn't have any worries, it was only the weakest summoning spell she had mastered, and the real show was just getting started.

"Quack, quack, quack," the cry came from the night sky, and hundreds of crows came from nowhere, covering the moonlight and stars above the camp, and they swooped down on the ground with their sharp beaks.

"Set up a shield, form a formation. Sir Colin commanded with a solemn expression.

The knights raised their broad shields and stood up to form a huge square shield wall that enveloped them all under the shield.

Roy naturally wouldn't let himself fall, he hid in early, two or three crows are not strange, ten or a hundred are not enough to fear, but thousands of crows with sharp teeth and sharp beaks are frantically pounced on you, which is enough to make you tremble. There's a good chance you'll be gnawed down to a pile of bones.

In desperation, Grea untied Wick, who was bound by a thick rope, and Blackface Wick took off the gray robe cloak that covered him, and then the whole person disappeared into the night.

Glia drew another leather whip and whipped the horses that the knights were riding, and the frightened dozens of horses galloped down the hillside. Glia also waved her wings behind her and flew away from the camp with her horse. The only thing she could do at the moment was to protect the horses, and they needed them to take them to the Rock Harbor.

The flock of crows frantically crashed into the silver shield on the ground, and the crows made a thumping sound the moment they hit the shield, the hard shield was enough to withstand the impact of the crows, but the knights hiding in the shield could not withstand the violent impact.

The witch Aina didn't care about the departing horses, she only thought about how to destroy the knights in front of her. She's about to summon more powerful and evil creatures. The crows were just enough to help her block for a while, so she had enough time to moan about the complicated spells.

Blackface Wick had been hiding in the darkness and now had nothing to restrain his movements. He could choose to leave alone, the long night was long enough for him to escape, and the knights could no longer find him. After hesitating for a moment, Wick chased in the direction of the horse, and he decided to go to Gria first.

At Sir Colin's command, the knights moved slowly and shielded towards the bonfire on the right.

Crows are afraid of fire, and the best way to expel a flock of crows is to use fire, and they dare not approach the fire.

Under the orders of Sir Colin, the knights quickly dispersed and picked up a rekindled firewood in the bonfire, and the knights shook back and forth in front of them in a circle with torches, and some of the crows threw themselves into the flames and lost their balance and slammed into the ground.

The witch Aina's moaning spell was nearing its end, and she put her left wrist in her mouth and bit it, only to see a trail of blood oozing from the corner of her mouth. The witch gripped her severed wrist with her other hand, dripping a little bit of blood into the mud in front of her.

"I have summoned the demons of the abyss of hell as a sacrifice with blood, and they have appeared before me at my command. The witch chanted the last incantation in a loud voice.

(Thanks to the book friend: [3127004] for the reward, the first disciple of this book.) I was happy for this all morning, and of course, in order to express my deep gratitude, I deliberately took the time to write an extra chapter. ）