Covered in blood, Gella climbed up from the fish, most of the vines behind her broken. A broken layer of bark peeled off him, and then another layer of broken bark. The three green runes in Jira's hand turned into a dim green light, and she took them away. Ouyang Dao said anxiously, it seems that this fish has not caused him any harm except for the first wave, and now he has no cards to play. "You hand-cut rat!"

Jira shook the flesh off his body. "I'm going to tear you to pieces!" Ouyang Dao turned around and ran, and the remaining few fog boards blocked Jila. Smith found that things were not going well, so he followed in Ouyang Dao's footsteps. Do you have a backup plan?Is your teacher here?Is there a mysterious rune? ”

Smith still believed that Ouyang Dao was the heir of the Hidden School, and now pinned all his hopes on him. Ouyang Dao, who was running at the time, didn't say anything. What Smith said had nothing to do with him. There was silence. Ouyang Dao said calmly, opened the door on one side, and rushed in. Smith isn't much behind either, but he thinks he might go back door and find the Happy Cult, and he might still be alive in the hands of the church.

There are many rooms and a lot of places to hide. Smith hid Ouyang Dao in a secret passage. They held their breath and listened to the sounds of the battle outside. With a last sound, the house fell silent again. Ouyang Dao and Smith leaned against the wall, waiting for the verdict of fate.

"Jira is just the new elite, and I don't think he's going to do a lot of scans or anything like that," Smith said to himself in the dark. Hiding here, I can't find it, it's all up to luck, the danger is too great Ouyang Dao, looking for any power that can change fate.

"Where's your horse?"

Ouyang Dao thought of the horse with horns on his head. On the other side of the room, probably in the stables. What's the use of looking for them? Smith replied hurriedly. Then, in the dark room, there was a faint sound of footsteps, listening to the sound of liquid dripping onto the floor. "Smith, where are you?" Smith Gira's quiet voice rang, fear gripping Smith's heart like a giant hand. Without saying a word, Ouyang swallowed, grabbed Smith, and began to escape. The sound of Jira's footsteps began to ring behind them as well, and the twisted laughter continued: "Run, little mouse!"

In the middle of the hallway of the house, Ouyang Dao and Smith saw the battlefield where Kira met the deacon.

Pockmarked walls and broken furniture show them the battle they've just experienced. A thorn flower of nearly human height is still rooted here, its branches and petals are somewhat broken, and the underlying roots have been buried in the rubble. Seeing this strange flower, Ouyang Dao and Smith continued to walk forward. This strange plant, which has no wizard control ability, will not attack itself at all. Just as Ouyang Dao and Smith were about to walk through the field, a terrifying figure appeared on the other side. "Brunson, kill the rats" Jira's voice came from behind Ouyang Dao and Smith. Under her control, the remaining thorn petals closed, and a spike stabbed Ouyang Dao. In an instant, Ouyang Dao jumped to the left, broke the glass on the window, and rolled into the courtyard.

In the moonlight, the stables not far from him were shrouded in darkness. Ouyang Dao ran to the stable, and Smith continued down the hallway. Jira stood for a moment, hesitated, and then caught up with Smith.

Ouyang Dao was relieved when he saw this. In the stables below, the last two professional-level animals I saw were sleeping peacefully. Ouyang Dao slid over the horse's belly, pulled out a small vial of blood from his windbreaker, and poured it into his mouth. The sudden movement woke the sleeping horses, accompanied by a long neighing sound that woke the other horses. Another conscious horse wouldn't let him do that.

Ouyang Dao grabbed the horse's head in time, but the professional-level horse struggled, and Ouyang Dao couldn't control it. Meanwhile, Smith Gela, an elite-level witch who had just gone through two wars and was seriously injured, withdrew from the tournament, giving Smith a chance. Seeing that he had arrived, Ouyang Dao didn't care about the other elves, so he hurriedly packed up the medicine bottle and rushed the mutated elves towards her. When Smith came over, despite the huge change in appearance, he pulled Ouyang Dao onto another horse.

After getting on the horse, Smith crouched down and hugged the horse's neck tightly. Ouyang Dao waved his hand from behind and slapped the horse's buttocks. The horse endured the pain and ran fast, and Ouyang Dao had time to turn around and look at the other horse he had modified. Smith paid a fortune for an exotic horse and he is in great shape. After Ouyang Dao's blood was deformed, the muscles of his whole body swelled, and he rushed towards Kira like a chariot. The vines that Gila controlled were of varying lengths, the longest of which swept in front of him, trying to break the horse's leg and stop the charge.

The vines were invincible in front of the armor of the fog, but fell in front of a pair of thick hooves. Muscular horses have only one hoof to step on, and the vines controlled by Jira are pressed to the ground. The muscular horse continued to charge, and as it approached Jira, its hind legs jumped high. The single horn on the top of the head, which used to have long and short fingers, has now become three killers half a meter long with thick, thin and ferocious arms. At the sight of the approaching horns, the vines behind Guerra wrapped around her slender arms. Between them, the green arms of the vines pressed in the middle, and Gila cried out in horror, "Death! ”

The vines behind her gave her tremendous strength, and when he crossed his hands, he crushed the weakest muscles in the horse's head. The muscular horse had three huge horns on top of its head, one of which went over Jira's right shoulder, and a pool of blood gushed out of the wound. A bullet struck Gila in the left arm, stuck in the remnants of the wooden armor, failing to penetrate his slender arm. The largest and deadliest of them all was a huge horn that pierced Gila in the chest, and a bloody hole appeared in Gila's back.

"Ah ~ !!!! " Gela grimaced as she pulled her horn out of the wound and blocked the bloody hole in her chest with one hand, and from far away in the darkness came a wail "The madwoman is injured and is being treated. She shouldn't be able to catch up. ”

Ouyang Dao said on horseback. Smith didn't relax, the situation was still tense, and he asked Ouyang Dao, "Where are we going now?" "He completely succumbed to Ouyang Dao's endless methods, and he didn't plan to go to the Pleasure Church. Ouyang Dao frowned and asked Smith, "Are there any more powerful and more creatures in the manor?" Smith paused, recalling the moment he caught a glimpse of the muscular horse, and he felt embarrassed about Ouyang Dao's method, "I have put all my extraordinary resources, all into the Yeniez brothers, and those horses are for them"

"What the hell are you thinking, sending them there?" Ouyang Dao also asked Smith quietly, looking confused, because his shrewd mind shouldn't make such a rookie mistake. It was Jira's voice coming from afar: "How's your vegetable soup, my dear syringe?"

"I told you, I'm so smart, it turned out that I was poisoned," Ouyang Dao turned around and looked at Gaila's figure in despair, the elites really took a step in the direction of inhumanity, when the horse carrying Ouyang Dao and Smith galloped through the manor, they took the first step on the path of monsters, a house flashed out of the corner of his eye, startling Ouyang Dao, he reached out and patted Smith's back: "Turn the horse's head to the coffin over there!" Smith smelled Yan Leng, saw Ouyang Dao's eyes, and had an unclear feeling, a wizard, looking for my wife's body, Smith gritted his teeth, he could see what was going to happen. In the end, he gritted his teeth, adjusted his direction, and came to the morgue, Ouyang Dao and Smith dismounted, and walked towards the great, huge coffin, Jila, who healed them and locked them in the room. "What's the matter with you, riding a horse and not going out?" The winning Jira looked confused.

Ouyang Dao and Smith faced Jira, their backs against the huge coffin. "Before I die, I have a wish," Smith said solemnly. Ouyang Dao slowly pushed the lid of the coffin open, and Smith was stalling for time. "How can you die, darling?" A sickly smile appeared on Jira's face, "I want to die with my wife," Smith said in a calm and serious voice. Ouyang Dao committed suicide by cutting his wrists at the corner of the coffin, and the beginner's physique greatly enhanced the skin's defenses. "Ma'am, your lady is just me!" Gela has a condescending temperament. ”

Did Vivien die because of me?" Smith looked sad. "I slept in the same room with her that day, and if it weren't for me, she wouldn't have died," Ouyang Dao said, and finally he cut his wrists by the coffin, slowly put his hand in, and drop by drop of blood fell on Mrs. Smith's sleeping body. Jira couldn't help but smile when she saw Smith's sad face. It was Ouyang Dao who suddenly pushed Smith and roared: "Run!"