Drusillia drew her dagger and learned from Ramsilai's flying throw, and with a poof, it should have hit, but the guy out there didn't make a sound. To the princess' amazement, the dim eyes were strangely askew, gradually turning from horizontal to vertical, and then with a crunch, the neck snapped.
A pair of strong palms appeared on either side of the head, and Rameshirai revealed his face, dragging the body with the broken neck into the shadows.
"Where did you run off to?" Druhiria was angry and anxious.
The ranger touched the shoe marks on his face and said unkindly: "I was about to jump through the gate when a powerful flying kick stomped me out, and I had to risk going over the wall with a hook and line."
Druhilya froze, it seems that when they jumped ... Princess blushed and said, "Sorry, I was reckless."
"Do not say this, find the place?"
"Our location to the northeast, the largest house first floor. But the houses are surrounded by open space and arrow towers, sneaking in is not possible."
Ramesilai pondered for a moment and said, "Order over the available equipment." After saying this, he untied his longbow. "I still have 70 feathered arrows in my real appearance arrow bag, among others."
"I have [Level 3 Monster Summoning Technique] scroll here, 2 [Knockout Technique] scrolls, and only 1 bottle of potion left [Vaporize Form]. 1 string of [Necklace of Fireball] [Bag of Jumping Thistles], and the most important teleportation compass."
Rameshirai twisted up the summoning spell scroll and said, "Sound off, come on."
---------- ---------- ---------- ---------- ---------- -----
At the same moment, in the office of the high tower of the Blood Exhaustion Fortress, the head of the fortress' defense, the senior deacon of the Guild of Earbreakers, Murfittin, was saying in a mocking tone, "You want me to hand over the goods for bait? Are you old and confused, dogfish!"
The old man sitting across the desk from Moffettine was none other than the dogfish who had survived the great disaster. He looked less mellow and more fierce. He returned to the Blood Exhaustion Fortress with an order that could not be disobeyed to retrieve his team members and rushed back to the fire. The unknown elven gods gave him power, but there were side effects. For example, in the face of Mephitin's taunts, a burst of anger came from the depths of his soul, wanting to turn the abominable guy in front of him into ashes.
The dogfish rubbed down his eyes, took a deep breath to suppress his anger, and said, "It's just a temporary loan. Old man, I assure you, this is no trick. Two elves who can use magic are coming this way. And I've gained more power in the forest than you can imagine." The dogfish glared at his old rival and friend, who was about his age.
Murfittin had been dealing with Dogfish for over 20 years and had never found him so sharp-eyed as to put a point on. The master of the Blood Exhaustion Castle pretended to pick up a paper and block the heated stare. "Ha, what did you all think of me the last time I said a dragon flew by, deacon so greedy he burned his brain? What's the point of bullshitting me now, and don't tell me you have magic too, Archmage Dogfish ..."
Murfittin looked absentmindedly at the document in front of him, not taking a single word to heart. Suddenly found a dark green dot in the center of the document, the dot became larger and larger, and the green flame spread out. The deacon let out a strange scream to throw the document out, did not wait to hit the ground turned into ashes, the room was filled with the smell of burning sulfur.
"You ..." Murfittin looked at Dogfish incredulously, the old man's pupils burning with a dark green flame. The dogfish turned his gaze to the lace on the deacon's neck collar, and poof it burned.
"Stop! Stop!" Fought and fought, how could it not be extinguished. Murfittin shouted shrilly to stop.
The dogfish closed his eyes and the flames disappeared.
The deacon of the Blood Exhaustion Castle ripped off his rotten and charred coat, a tremble of joy in his voice: "What is this? Where did you get it? You had a run-in with that dragon, right? How much did this power cost ..."
"Your greed is making me sick, old boy." The slave catcher leader's voice lowered even more as chaotic lust surged through him. "Cooperate with me and I'll tell you, just in case you don't dare to ask for it then."
"No problem!" Mephitin's face was flushed, as excited as if he had eaten half a bucket of aphrodisiac. "All the elves in the fort are at your disposal, but you must tell the news first!"
Kill him! Burn him to ashes! To hell with his greed ...
The angry shout echoed in his ears, and the dogfish ground his teeth and decided to rip off one of his arms, so that the "cooperation" would be more positive.
At that moment, there was a noise outside, a mix of hissing, screaming and the noise of snapping wood. Dogfish went to the window and looked down, a giant moose was rampaging. It was 3sa meters tall and ran with a thud. The horns on its head were hideous and twisted, and its eyes were bloodshot, toppling a guard, neck flung, and ripped directly in half.
Dogfish huh sneer: "Earlier than I expected, to be more daring. This way I won't need you, Mephitin." Said directly slammed the door out, the only target of the elf is the cell, just wait there.
"What, that deer ... back! I agree with whatever you say, give me the news, old friend back!" Murfittin's tone with a forlorn, originally his senior deacon's position is shaky, a large group of wolf cubs stare at the fat of the blood exhaustion Fort.
The last time the dragon robbed the slaves, it became a handle to attack him within the guild. In order to maintain prestige, Murfittin made every effort to mobilize all his veins, jumping up and down to promote the hasty advance of the Southeast Alliance, hoping to regain his position with a large number of goods, but the result was also a failure.
He has come to the end of the road, soon to be removed from existing power, the loss of a large number of private soldiers of the nobility will eat him alive. But the dogfish ignited a last ray of hope, as long as he could master the magic, even if he could only light a piece of paper, he was sure to fool the great nobles, even the royal family, and become a "Murphyting Sage".
Biting his finger and pacing the room, he was thinking about how to blackmail the dogfish into submission. At that moment, Murfittin heard someone enter the room and immediately rejoiced, saying, "I knew you would come around ..."
Rameshlei put the tip of his sword in the center of Murfittin's two eyebrows, look cold and ruthless, behind Drusilla to confirm the walkway no one, lock the door.
"Which finger do you like best?" The Ranger asked.
The deacon swallowed, knowing that this was a common method of intimidation; whichever one he said he liked would be cut off, and the consequences of not answering were worse.
"Little, little finger."
Ranger hand up sword fall, cut off his right hand except for the little finger all, pinch the throat to let the scream muffled. "Since you don't like the rest, I'll be kind enough to help you."
Murfittin almost passed in shock from the pain, half a day before he said warily, "What do you want?"
"Where are our compatriots?"
"The underground prison in the center, all twenty of them."
"Move all the slave catchers out of the fortress."
"How can that be, those slave catchers don't belong to me directly, I can't transfer them!"
"All right." Rameshirai sighed and said, "Let me put it another way, which one of the hands and feet do you like best?"
Mephitin almost cried out, "I can! I can, just let me say a couple of words at the window, absolutely no shouting."
Ramesile escorted him to the window, and the deacon of Fort Bloodshed puffed up his voice and shouted at the guards below: "You swine! Damn fools in the woods! Leave the deer alone, I see the elves fleeing outside the fort, inform all the slave traders!"
Ramesile whispered, "Two elves, one male and one female."
"Two elves, a man and a woman! Just about to run away, they are wounded, chase them!"
"Yes! Sir." The men below responded.
"Is that good enough?" Mephitin looked back just in time to see Rameshirai's throat-sealing sword, and fell to the ground convulsing.
The ranger wiped off the blood and turned back to the princess, "Let's go, the elk can fool the guards, but it must not fool the dogfish. Now with this guy as cover, the dogfish should be tuned out as well."
Drusillia looked at the table full of letters, she found almost all of them mentioned the golden dragon, it seems that the master of Blood Exhaustion Castle was gathering information about the torch mage.
"Look at this, it was sent from the westernmost country of Saraph, as well as the Molten Mountains to the north, and the Southern Federation. It mentions ... my goodness, the Torchflame Mage seems to have flown a whole circle around Sarver before landing in the forest, and the whole of Sarver saw him!"
"What's so strange, the merchant well, to have visibility. Hurry up and go, time is short." Ramesile rushed the princess away, and once the two elves were gone, the only person left in the room was the dying Mephitin, who could feel his life dissipating from his veins and spreading out all over the floor.
At that moment, the third wave of visitors arrived. The magic-eyed governor Flamir appeared in the office and looked at Murfittin, who was in a state of mortality. A subtle light seeped out of the large orbs, and a smile appeared at the corners of his mouth, as if a vampire had seen a maiden and a dragon had seen a gem.
"The tentacle control of the Lord of Rituals is waiting, there is a heart, beautiful little otaku and straight ranger afraid to die. In this way, it's time for me to play a game ..."