In a place like Faeron, people with great power often die for some ridiculous reasons.

For example, the famous ** master Shandara who lives in Baldur's Gate, this well-known academic wizard died at the hands of an unknown thief because of his lack of awareness of saving his life.

It's a dangerous world, and most of the strong are careful to protect their lives, and few will put themselves in danger, except for those who are carried away by anger.

The thoughts in the mind of the enemy in front of her dissipated and fell to the ground from the air, Belia didn't know how many people she had killed, she only wanted to kill now, kill everyone in her eyes.

The boiling shadow flames made her appearance look blurry, and while the corrosive shadow flames helped her block many deadly magical attacks, the fading power still made her less invulnerable - a adamantite arrow had pierced her arm, and the blood from the massive wound on her left shoulder to her back was quickly evaporated by the shadow fire.

She used psionic energy to seal off her sense of pain, and her strong inclination for destruction led her to kill all enemies in front of her with all her might.

During an encounter, the silver fire on Chadran Tesaran was shattered, the pain in her head almost broke her, and she couldn't pronounce half of the spell, Beria held a short sword that she had picked up nowhere, and a sword pierced her chest, just when Tessara's death was about to die, Leila's silver hand spell saved her life, and several other fearless warriors blocked Beria's path.

Leila Silverhand's face was a little ugly, when this kind of source sea was cursed with power and Mistra's divine power was weak, she could only exert half of the power in her heyday, and she had to always pay attention to prevent the failure of divine grace at any time, such a battle undoubtedly gave the shadow elect an advantage - Shar's divine power was in its heyday, and she was a psychic warlock herself - although many psionic spells also had to use the source sea to manifest their energy, but some core forces were far less dependent on the source sea than the arcanist.

The losses in this encounter were also much greater than expected, and more than a dozen brave warriors had already died under her attack, and while most of them could be resurrected, Layla was terrified that something would happen to their souls.

People who are killed by a psychic warlock can easily leave this after-effect.

She frowned and decided to use a more secure way to deal with the enemy.

"Prepare to release the arrows. ”

She walked over to a group of elven rangers and whispered.

The group of elven rangers from the Valley of Shadows and further east to Comanso nodded, drew their bows and arrows, and dozens of adamantite arrows aimed at the psionics who were grappling with a group of warriors.

There was a sound of bowstrings, the arrows left the strings, this group of elven archers had experienced a hundred battles, superb archery, and could almost do a hundred shots, hearing the sound of the bowstring, Beria turned his blood-red eyes, and saw the flying arrows, for a while he could only use the shadow fire to gather into a shield to block, but he could not erode the pure gold arrows of the arrows, and a few sounds of flesh and blood tearing, her body swayed, and several wounds lost a lot of blood at the same time, which made it difficult for her to stand firmly, and the shadow fire was also on the verge of extinguishing.

Lyra breathed a sigh of relief.

And that's the end of it.

There's no need to get Kelburn's body back anyway.

Chadrant Sara, who had just gotten up, roared, picked up a long sword on the ground, and was about to cut off Beria's head, and the samurai around him also swords, about to cut the difficult woman into pieces.

At this moment, a figure burst out from the stone on the other side, like a shadow, everyone only felt that the sword in their hands saw a weak ball of softness, and slid away, and Laila Silver saw only a vague image, as if the scenery of that area had been blurred under some force, and when the picture was clear again, the figure of the female electorate was gone.

Chadran Tessara's blank look around, trying to find the vanished figure.

“...... It's a very powerful spell that can distort the light and shadow of an entire area. Leila Silver rubbed her eyes, "This is more clever than real illusions. ”

"Your Excellency, you didn't see clearly?" asked Chadran Tessara, incredulously.

"It is estimated that a certain Yin Soul Prince personally took action. Leila Silverhand shook her head, "The one who can do this in front of me is at least a legendary wizard. ”

Chadran Tessara's mouth shut.

Few people know that despite Leila Silver's manicraft, due to her talent and early experience, the famous Elect was not a legendary arcanist capable of casting legendary spells.

"Damn Female Maniac......"

Tessara looked at the devastated battlefield and cursed viciously.

This crazy woman actually killed nearly twenty warriors in one go.

Each of them is a famous warrior in the Northland and Heartlands.

"Definitely going to scalp her next time. Chadran Tessara, "I hope the next time she looks for a man, she will still come to us, who is that man?"

Leila Silver shrugged her shoulders, and said that she was inexplicable, she looked at the messy ground, and beckoned her subordinates to dig a pit and bury the corpse together, time was pressing, and she had to rush to the bottom of the Yin Soul City as soon as possible.

Their team, which will be an elite force attacking the Shadows, will have an important position in the coming war, and it is impossible to waste too much time on a female voter who does not know if she will appear again.

Anyway, if she hits the Ghost City, she will still appear again.

Lyla Silverhand thought.

...... Using a teleportation scroll to the northern foot of the mountain, the wizard found a flat piece of ground, opened the witchcraft tent, entered it, and laid Beria flat on the blanket.

Before he appeared, the female voter was already delirious and is now in a state of fainting.

He looked around, instinctively not sensing that anyone would appear in this remote place, and then turned his gaze to the unconscious Belial, and raised his hand to cast a mind control spell.

This is the best chance to get the whereabouts of Isil Aaron's key out of her mouth.

But after a moment's hesitation, he pressed the tempting idea.

He wasn't sure if Beria would remember that he had cast such a spell when he came to his senses—both the Psychic Warlock and the Elect were sensitive to this mind-controlling spell.

If she wakes up and remembers this, it will inevitably hinder Penny's actions in the future—if the Key to Isil Aaron is hidden in the Netherworld.

Of course, Penny could also choose to kill someone after pulling out the information he wanted, but he couldn't do that now, especially after seeing what she had done a moment earlier.

Maybe someone else would have such a hard heart, but unfortunately he didn't.

After thinking about all this, the wizard reached into his arms, pulled out a bottle of medical potion, poured it into Beria's mouth, and pulled out the arrows from her body with tools such as knives and tweezers.

It might have been easier if the shaft was still there, but for now, he had to tear her clothes open and handle everything in the simplest way possible.

Urgent matters are in power, and as for the rest, they can't take care of it.

A third adamantite barbed arrow that penetrated deep into the flesh pulled out of Belial's waist with a bloodshot streak, and she groaned and slowly opened her eyes, and the amber pupils reflected the face of the ghost man, brighter.

“...... You're not dead?" she asked in a hoarse voice, her tone filled with mixed emotions.

"Don't move. The wizard's tweezers pulled hard, and another arrow fell to the ground.

"Hiss......" Beria's expression twisted slightly.

"Alright. Penny wiped the sweat from his forehead: "I'm sorry, I don't know magic, and I can't take you back to the city directly in this place......"

It's still some distance from the Shadow Canopy, and teleportation can't be directly effected.

Beria looked at the wizard with a dazed look on his face, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Take a break here and if you're feeling better, we can go back. Penny pulled out a few bottles of healing potions and said.

Belial looked at the potions, which seemed to have been concocted by an arcane master who was skilled in apothecary, which was not uncommon in Netherworld, but it was less effective for a voter like her, just as the arcane methodology repelled divine power, and vice versa.

I guess I'll have to take a break for a while...... She thought, a weakness hit her mind, making her drowsy, and suddenly there was a sharp pain that made her open her eyes again.

"What's wrong?" asked the wizard, noticing the oddity.

"And one more ......" she said in a slightly trembling voice, biting her lip, "there." ”

"There?" followed the hint in his eyes to find 'there', and the wizard's expression suddenly became a little embarrassed: "Do you need my help?"

"You look embarrassed?" paralyzing some of the pain perceptions, Beria saw the wizard's expression, raised his eyebrows slightly, turned around and lifted his robe: "It's just ordinary flesh and blood." ”

She turned her face sideways and looked at the wizard's face with one eye.

Although it is a mortal flesh and blood, if it is touched by other people, she will definitely kill it by all means, even to save her life.

Penny shook his head, dissipating the embarrassment, and carefully entered the wound on the underside of his sleek buttocks with a knife, hearing the sound of Beria's slightly rapid breathing.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Beria's side face facing him, with a strangely complicated expression, and the same was true of the gaze in that eye.

The barbed arrows were caught in the tweezers and thrown out of the tent, and Penny heard Beria let out a long breath, and then rolled over and lay on his back, looking at the pendant that shook at the top of the tent, his expression a little blank.

The wizard put away his knife and fell silent with Beria.

Countless thoughts turned in Beria's mind, but she was glad that she was at a loss and troubled, all emotions she had never experienced before, she looked at the side face of the wizard who was looking outside the tent, and the more turbulent undercurrent was repeatedly surging under the calm lake of her heart, and it was difficult to speak.

A gust of wind blew in through the open tent door with a few grains of sand, and the wizard reached down the curtain and turned his head to see the female elector staring into his eyes, feeling even more embarrassed.

"You say...... What should I do?"

At this moment, she asked thoughtlessly.

(To be continued)