"Whew! Pain! Stomp you to death! ”

The pain of the severed finger caused the two-headed giant to raise his big foot in a frenzy, trying to trample the little little dot in front of him who dared to resist him into meat sauce.

The two-headed giants were indeed powerful, and even the sturdy minotaurs were able to parry them with their strange powers and odd-shaped weapons.

Outwardly, Saljan could not compare to the tendon-covered minotaur warriors.

However, thanks to the blood and genes inherited from the dragon family, his muscles and bones are far denser than those of mortals, and his physical fitness cannot be judged by his appearance alone.

In a hurry, he ate the full force of the two-headed giant's blow, and Sarean was still a little sore at this time, and he didn't plan to continue to fight this stupid big bull.

Taking a sideways step to avoid the foul-smelling Bigfoot, Sarjan swung his greatsword sideways, cutting a cut in the two-headed giant's calf.

By the time Sarrian was able to maneuver his enemies with his nimble footwork, Stellagossa had easily subdued the other two-headed giant.

Using the probe spell to scan the situation of the two-headed giant, Stellagosa unexpectedly found some anomalies.

"It's ...... Soul-manipulating spells? ”

The Blue Dragon is an arcane master and doesn't know much about soul spells.

The two-headed giant locked in the arcane cage still struggled, his eyes completely different from their normal state, and they were a terrible blood-red color.

A few arcane barrage rounds knocked out all the Drogbal present, and Stella Gosa frowned and said to Sarren: "Stop playing, restrain him as soon as possible, these two guys seem to be controlled by some kind of soul spell." ”

"Soul spells?"

Sarren's eyes fluctuated slightly, and he no longer dodged left and right to dodge attacks.

"Bell!"

Raising Quelcella high above his head to block the boulder that the enraged Two-Headed Giant had smashed, Saljan deftly tilted his sword to the side to relieve his strength, and struck the Two-Headed Giant's knee with the hilt of his sword.

"Click!"

There was a crisp crack of bone, and the two-headed giant staggered back two steps with a wail, his left leg bent over the punch to the knee.

Unforgiving, Sarren stepped on the body of the two-headed giant and jumped in front of the door of the big man with severe bad breath, and smashed his big sword on each of his heads.

"Boom!"

The two-headed giant with Venus in his eyes finally couldn't hold it anymore and fell backwards like a hill, and the minotaur guards near the landing site hurriedly scattered to dodge.

A minotaur suspected to be the leader of the guard walked over and was about to thank the two strangers who had come to their aid.

By this time, Salian had already walked near the head of the two-headed giant, and his hands emitting a gray glimmer pressed on one of the heads.

Stella Gossa raised her hand first to stop the leader of the guards: "Wait a minute, these two two-headed giants have something wrong, I'm afraid there is something behind them controlling them." ”

The leader of the guards moved slightly, nodded knowingly, and consciously stepped aside.

As a full-time escort who escorts caravan runners all year round, he also has many doubts about this sudden attack.

The Two-Headed Giants have lived on the Supreme Ridge for a long time, and will occasionally raid passing caravans in an attempt to obtain food.

But this time the two-headed giant attack was completely different from the norm, they were like ......

'Puppet controlled by man''

Using a psychic spell to "hack" the two-headed giant's soul, Sareen soon discovers something unusual.

The hunky soul was entangled in some kind of dark red energy, and his soul struggled to get out of control, but it was never able to do so, and the consciousness of resistance was being worn away little by little.

"It's ......"

Sarren's soul body carefully separated a portion of the dark red energy and probed the properties of the energy.

"Soul-twisting spells? Where did this come from? ”

Consciousness returned to his body, and Sarren spread the dark red energy in his hands.

"Stella, it's this thing that controls the two-headed giant, this special energy has the effect of distorting the will, and the attack on the caravan is not out of the intention of the two-headed giant."

"Sure enough."

Stellagossa asked thoughtfully, "Do you think this energy could come from Dragobar?" ”

Salian shook his head: "According to the information provided by Imeryr, Dragobal is good at spells related to the earth element, and has never been involved in this kind of spiritual spells. ”

"The caster of this spell...... I'm afraid there are others. ”

……

After Sarren and Stellagosa stopped the combined attack of Drogbar and the Two-Headed Giant, the attacked caravan quickly regained its heading towards the Thunder Totem.

They brought back the tyed up Two-Headed Giant and Dragobal, intending to ask Drogerbal for an explanation.

This attack is likely to lead to a further deterioration in relations between the Kaolin clan and Dragobar, but this is not a matter for the sake of Sarrean.

He and Stellagossa were concerned about which side of the spellcaster who was hiding behind the scenes and remotely controlling the two-headed giant.

[Could it be those Harpy Witches on the outskirts of Supreme Ridge?] 】

[Unlikely, the Harpies do have the ability to charm, but they have never heard of the Harpies cooperating with other races, and they attack all those who pass by indiscriminately.] 】

【Soul Spells...... It can't be Hela's ghost again, right? 】

[It shouldn't be, with Hela's character, if she had a plan for the Supreme Ridge, she would definitely not use this kind of roundabout method, but directly sent Kvadir to the door to fight the Minotaur. 】

[Bird food, this is the typical thinking mode of the Viku people. 】

[This is not, that is not, then you should tell me, who is behind this matter? 】

[Well, have you forgotten that the Broken Isles also has a force that likes to make trouble. 】

Sarayan didn't interrupt the barrage discussion, and didn't interject until he saw this sentence.

"You mean, the Burning Legion?"

[That's right, the seal of the Tomb of Sargeras has long been lifted by Gul'dan, and the entire complex has been raised from underwater, and I suspect that some demons have escaped from that tomb.] 】

"Demon......

Sarian lowered his head with a solemn expression and thought for a moment: "It's not impossible. ”

"But the question is, why would the demon secretly assist Dragobar, or...... This matter may not be clear to the top of the Zhuogebal leadership, but some people below are acting on their own? ”

Since coming to the Broken Isles, Salian has "dealed" with Hela's forces twice in a row, and when encountering emergencies, he habitually wants to put the black cauldron on Hela's head, who makes that hellish reaper so troublesome.

But if as the barrage said, the two-headed giant demon is behind the control of the demon is the devil......

"The situation in the Supreme Ridge has become more complicated......"

……

There are two flowers, one on each branch.

With the help of the little black panther of the fog, whom Wen Lesa named the Fog Realm, the hunting team of three became more and more comfortable in moving through the dense fog.

Through the thermal imaging vision of the Fog Realm, they were able to easily avoid all living creatures in the swamp area, and gradually adapted to the rules of survival in this foggy land.

Perhaps because of the disappearance of the Fog Realm, many Fog Black Panthers have recently gone out in groups to look for it.

The lone unlucky ones were subdued and thrown into the cave by the hunting party, and when they caught the fifth group of black panthers, the missing tribesmen finally lured Dakar out of hiding.

Compared to the other misty panthers, Dakar, as the mother of the clan, was significantly larger, and her scarlet eyes fluttered in the mist like soul-attracting lamps.

Under the slightly nervous gaze of Winresa and Valeera, Dakar was very alert and jumped back and forth on the relatively dry massacre, trying not to make a sound by not falling into the water.

Wen Leisa, who borrowed the vision of the fog realm, watched Dakar's movements wandering left and right, and muttered silently in her heart.

'Stepping on the trap, stepping on the trap......'

I don't know if it was Wen Leisa's broken thoughts that worked, or if the Dakar mentality that never found the clansmen changed.

After circling around the edge of the swamp, Dakar, who had no gain, no longer cared about getting into the water, and slowly advanced to the center of the swamp.

This is what Weenlessa wants, and when Dakar sets foot on the largest stretch of land in the middle of the swamp, the pre-arranged freeze trap is finally triggered.

The already soaked Dakar was immediately frozen in the ice, and Winresa rushed out of the cave where she was hiding without hesitation, stepping on the muddy puddle in the swamp and quickly approaching the trap.

Seeing a large heat source struggling to get rid of the restraints through the thermal imaging vision, the feathered arrow in Wen Leisa's hand immediately came out of the string.