“As long as the controller is killed, will these annoying puppets disappear?”
A slender figure appeared next to Count Nicaton’s corpse. It was a Dark Elf who held a palm-sized crystal in his hand.
The gray fog that seeped out of Count Nicaton’s neck was quickly absorbed by the crystal.
Cecil saw her father beheaded with her own eyes and lost control of her emotions for a moment. The spellcaster beside her, the snow seal, responded to her lost control of her emotions and began to chant offensive magic.
The Dark Elf quickly rushed towards Cecil at a speed that humans could not see.
However, his dagger did not cut off Cecil’s neck. Instead, his dagger collided with a longsword..
Cecil turned her head in surprise. She suddenly remembered that the warrior known as the Messenger of fire had been standing by her side.
“Finally, an elite monster with a line. Hey! Where’s your boss!”
