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A shrill howl erupted from the witch's mouth, causing the nearest Bertalman to sway, and the sword in his hand could not be pierced.

At this time, the witch was no longer beautiful, and her original white skin had become like the surface of a lime mountain that had been weathered for countless years, pale, wrinkled, and pitted, and her coquettish little mouth was also terribly cracked to the root of her ears, revealing the sharp teeth like a cutter inside, which was a face more terrifying than a ghost.

Witches are very old, hundreds of years old can only be regarded as the little characters in it, the reason why their faces can be like girls, is that they use alchemy to transform the energy of the life source in the body to maintain the youthfulness of the body, once they enter the full battle, there is no spare energy to take care of the appearance of the body, they will reveal their true face.

And this situation also means that her vitality is greatly damaged, and it is not an overnight thing to restore her previous appearance, at least for several years.

At this moment, a roar sounded from behind Bertalman, instantly muffling the witch's scream.

It was Goodard, who had already put away his secret technique at this time and replaced it with a roar to crack the witch's scream, but seeing that his face was pale at this time, a little huge beads of sweat slipped down, and there was a look of exhaustion on his face that could not be concealed, he knew that his consumption was definitely not small.

With the help of Gudar, Bertalman's consciousness instantly regained clarity, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, his hands no longer hesitated, and the long sword was like a thunderbolt hitting the ground. Wild throughout.

At this moment, a black shadow suddenly pounced. Just in the way of Bertalman's sword.

Poof!

The black shadow was pierced by the long sword, but because of the lateral impact. The original trajectory of the long sword was deviated by the black shadow, and instead of stabbing the witch according to its original goal, it almost pierced the ground next to the witch.

At this time, everyone saw clearly that the black shadow that pounced on the witch and used his body as a shield to deflect Bertalman's sword was the elf who fought with the werewolf.

Time went back to the previous moment, seeing the witch syndicate in distress, the elf could no longer care about the threat of the werewolf in front of him, and fought to pull out several deep wounds that were visible from the werewolf's claws on his back. Temporarily freed from the werewolf's entanglement, he rushed here at the last moment to block the deadly sword for the witch.

The sword stabbed through the left side of the elf's back and from the right side of his chest, sliding right in front of the witch syndicate.

The elf and the witch pounced face to face, facing the witch's ugly and terrifying countenance, the elf did not show any different colors, but his eyes were calm, revealing a trace of tenderness. Bowing her head slightly, her lips touched the witch's face, which was as rough as a lime wall, leaving some bright red on the miserable white face, and her hands groped around the witch's waist. Then quickly leave.

In the reflection of the witch's pupils, the elf's face instantly became very small and distant.

It all seemed like a long time in the eyes of elves and witches, but in the eyes of others. It was only a matter of moments.

Those present saw that the elf was only slightly stunned after blocking Bertalman's sword. Then the body was violently raised, using the body as a scabbard. Ignoring the danger of the wound in his body being enlarged, he turned around with all his strength and tore the sword off Bertalman's hand. At the same time, the elf pounced on Bertalman with open arms, and on each of his otherwise empty hands was a small metal barrel, the barrel of which was engraved with a circle of dark golden runes, and at first glance it seemed that it must be extraordinary.

A strong sense of crisis immediately shook Bertalman's soul, and he wanted to retreat quickly, but he was too close to the elf, and the speed of retreat was obviously not able to catch up with the speed at which the elf pounced, and he saw that the blood-soaked face of the elf in his pupils was rapidly enlarged, and the two were already close at hand.

At this time, Booms also happened to arrive again.

Without any hesitation, Bertalman yanked Booms' body, keeping the severed-arm assassin in front of him, and was pounced on by the elves instead of himself.

Taking advantage of this time, Bertalmann kicked the ground with a fierce kick under his feet, and his body was already rushing to the side.

Boom!!boom!!

"Mufasha!"

The witch's screams were drowned out by two successive violent explosions, and the entangled figures of the elf and Booms were engulfed in a huge firelight, completely separating the witch from Goodard's group.

"No, I curse you! I give you an eternal curse with my black heart, and I will never take it back, and the doom binds us together until we fall into darkness forever. You can't get out of here, and you're going to pay for what you've done!

The witch's curse grew farther and farther away, but the viciousness and hatred in it grew stronger and stronger as the voice echoed, and by the moment the fire dissipated, there was no witch in front of them.

Glancing around, the battle between the mantis monster and the spider monster was over, and the two behemoths were "intimately" connected together, and the claws and guillotines penetrated each other's bodies, supporting their bodies without falling, and they were far away from life.

The harpy fled quickly when the explosion sounded, and the lizardmonster, which had no ability to fly, had no ability to keep the other party at all, so it could only watch it escape.

This raid can only be said to be a failure, although the witch's main combat power was wiped out, but the witch was let go of the key person, all efforts were in vain, and their losses were not small, half of the precious witchcraft creatures that they had managed to create were lost, and even Booms died here, which can be described as a heavy loss.

Goodard's sharp gaze swept over the people and monsters around him, and finally stopped at Bertalman, becoming more and more fierce.

Betalman's actions were clearly seen by Goodard and Natalia, and there was no explanation at all. Now Goodard's gaze at this disciple had become extremely unkind, and Bertalman was a little restless.

However, in the end, Goodard did not have a seizure, but only snorted heavily. Turning his gaze away, he came to Natalia: "Inform Beliff." Let him come over immediately, we must hurry. Now the witch is gone. It is quite possible to go for reinforcements, we have no time to waste. ”

"It's good. Natalia nodded, she also knew that this was the time to count, every minute and every second was precious, and she immediately went ahead and made arrangements.

Goodard looked around, turned and walked in the direction of the altar without looking at Bertalmann again.

A gust of wind blew, and Bertalman, whose face was already a little numb, found that his face was already covered with cold sweat, and thought for a while. As soon as he gritted his teeth, he headed in the direction Gudal had left.

......

"Kill these monsters!"

"Hold on, don't be afraid, God is watching us!"

"Leave me alone, monsters, let's die together!"

......

On the convoy's side, the battle was raging.

Blood was spilled everywhere, pieces of flesh flew everywhere, and from the very beginning, the battle between the two sides reached its climax.

Facing a monster that was only about one-third of his own number, Belif was still struggling to deal with it. Under the command of the Centaur Chieftain, these monsters fully exerted their mobility, impact power, and individual combat power, and although the convoy relied on the numerical advantage to desperately limit it, it could not completely overwhelm the attack of the monster side, and the battle between the two sides entered a scorching state.

As the battle continues to lengthen. The guards inside the guard were constantly drawn out, while Gel and Carmelita sat quietly in the carriage, calmly watching the battle not far away.

When the garrison is drawn to a critical point. Gehr glanced at Camerita, and the goddess nodded slightly. Gehr also nodded understandingly, and his hand was already pressed on the improvised dagger strapped to his thigh. Waiting for the opportunity to come.

"Ready. Carmerita made a lip gesture at Gehr.

Gehr's gaze seemed to be unconsciously scanning the battlefield, but the rest of his gaze kept looking at the situation around him, and his muscles began to tense as he saw that several more soldiers were being pulled forward, and the light flashing in his pupils became sharper.

"Moving ......"

Before he could make the last word, there was an explosion in the distant sky, and then a red fireworks pattern flashed in the air.

Be quiet!

At this moment, the battlefield entered another space without the slightest sound.

The next moment, the commotion sounded, and the armed cultists began to cheer, and their combat effectiveness suddenly increased by a bit, and the intelligent centaur chief of the monster side slowed down his attack, although it was impossible to see what its face was hidden by its heavy beard and long hair, its eyes began to flicker.

After a while, the Centaur Chief seemed to have made a decision. It shouted a few times, and a small group of monsters pounced on it in a desperate manner, while the Centaur Chieftain led the rest of his forces to turn and run, and after the armed cultists strangled the broken men, the Centaur Chief and his men were nowhere to be seen.

Seeing this, Gehr could only shake his head at Carmelita, this signal came too unfortunately, Gell and Carmerita missed another opportunity.

"Go now, don't stop, quick!"

As soon as the battle ended, Beliff urged the convoy to continue its journey.

The armed cultists hastily cleaned up the battlefield and immediately set it in, dragging their tired bodies towards the mountains looming in the distance.

The road did not stop, even if it was dark, he did not camp, but hung oil lamps and nibbled on dry food.

Finally, in the middle of the night, the convoy reached the valley where it was and joined Gudar and others.

As soon as the two sides converged, Natalia and Bertalman were to direct the cultists into the valley and set up tents at the camp where they had already been found, while Belif and Goodard came to the side for a separate discussion.

After some time, after Gel and Carmelita had finished their hot food, they saw Belif and Goodard approaching.

"Gehr, I have a ...... something," said Lady Bailey, who began to speak before she arrived, but this time it was strange that each of his words seemed a little slow and spaced a little widely, making his words sound a little slurred.

Wrong!

Gehr frowned, there was something wrong with his instinctive senses.

At this moment, a sound of breaking wind sounded behind him, and his chained hands and feet prevented him from reacting properly, but only turned sideways slightly, and the back of his neck had been hit.

A moment before his eyes turned dark, he saw Natalia's figure appear behind Camerita beside him. (To be continued......)