Two late-stage mania patients seized the opportunity to charge forward, causing Afra to frown. If it were just her, it wouldn't be a problem, but with two children in tow, it was a bit inconvenient.
She activated Cold Wind Trail in reverse, drawing one of the more advanced late-stage mania patients closer. Afra herself did not enter the Cold Wind Trail, but paralleled the cold wind, following up with a sword strike to finish him off. The other one was a beat slow, and just in time.
"Ah ya!" Avril's cry came from behind, and Afra turned her head sharply to see another late-stage mania patient appearing behind her. Damn it, the battle had distracted Afra, causing her to lose track of the movements behind her. It was an unavoidable situation; the surroundings were already noisy, and with the distraction of battle, such a situation was not unexpected.
Fortunately, Avril, the energetic girl, pulled Aurora back to the corner and overturned a wooden barrel to block the late-stage mania patient for a moment. Then, she cleverly rolled over to the feet of the late-stage mania patient and slashed his ankle with a sword. "Well done!" Afra breathed a sigh of relief and threw a sword, piercing the late-stage mania patient's skull.
At this moment, another late-stage mania patient nearby raised an axe and charged up. By the time Afra turned her head, the axe had already been swung down. She dodged the trajectory of the axe, reached out with both hands, grabbed the end of the axe handle with one hand, and the middle of the axe handle with the other, then turned her feet, colliding into the late-stage mania patient's arms. Her arm was close to his, and her elbow picked up, disarming the axe from his hand. Then she turned around, and the axe followed.
A crisp collision sound, a few crystal-clear teeth flew out of the poor late-stage mania patient's mouth, and then he fell back to the ground without hesitation. Afra took a step forward, the axe chopped down, ending his miserable life.
Afra turned and walked back, and Avril also led Aurora over, the three regrouped. "Sister, your sword." Afra took the steel-cutting sword and gave a thumbs up: "Well done." Aurora also echoed: "Sister is so powerful!"
Avril, praised, blushed all over her face, both shy and happy, and even her hands that were trembling with fear no longer trembled. Indeed, I am the protagonist of destiny! Avril's mouth corner hooked up, thinking in her heart.
The group hurried to Wind Castle and were allowed in after confirming their identities. At this moment, people inside were rushing around, James and his team were urgently mobilizing troops, and there were continuous reports coming in. Aflra found Egasha, who was leading a group of noble ladies and wives, praying for their husbands, fathers, and children. After entrusting the two little girls to Egasha, Aflra was about to leave.
"Wait, Miss Aflra." Aflra turned her head and saw Egasha catching up: "Although I know you are very strong, I still have to say, be careful with everything."
Aflra found James in the hall, who was already adjusting his equipment, ready for a big fight. Aflra didn't bother with any formalities and asked directly: "How is the situation?"
James frowned and shook his head: "The situation is not good, those madmen outside are rampaging, the ghouls in the sewer have gathered at the entrance and exit, waiting for the night to come out. Even the dungeon is not peaceful, the biggest problem now is the urgent time and lack of manpower."
"But ghouls are blind in the light, just find a few people with torches to block the sewer. No matter what's wrong with the dungeon, just block the entrance and exit. The most critical now is those guys outside, they need to be solved quickly. As long as they are solved, the rest are not problems. If Miss Aflra goes with us, the problem-solving speed will undoubtedly be much faster."
Aflra nodded and said, "Your handling method is very good, but I will not go with you."
James frowned: "Why is that? Isn't Aflra a partner of justice anymore?"
Aflra sneered: "Come on, you've become a politician, don't be so naive. I want to catch the culprit of this incident, so I'm going to act alone."
"Okay, then what does Aflra come to me for?"
"Just to remind you, watch out for the knife behind you."
James frowned even more, but Aflra ignored him and went out the door on his own. Oliver, dressed in military uniform, walked in: "James, it's time to go."
In the end, James still went out with the troops. He needed to quickly open a road to the barracks to meet with the troops, and then launch a comprehensive attack to clear out those madmen.
On the door statue, a bat flew up, circled in the sky, arrived behind Wind Castle, and went down along the smooth stone wall, entering an iron window. The figure in the room wriggled, suddenly stretched out an arm to pinch the bat to death, sat up, and laughed loudly.
The dungeon guard patted the iron door, fiercely shouting at the mad prisoner: "Be quiet!"
The mad prisoner quieted down, raised his head, revealed a pale face, and smiled strangely: "Do you know what it's like to be sucked dry of blood?"
The dungeon guard was stared at a bit creepy, forced to be calm and said: "I don't know, but I know what it feels like to see your bones crushed."
The prisoner shook his head: "It's a pity, the answer is wrong."
This prisoner suddenly melted all over, turned into a pool of blood, and flowed out. Looking at this strange scene, the dungeon guard's pupils shrank sharply, his legs softened, and then he turned and ran outside: "There is a witch..." The latter could not be said anymore, big drops of sweat fell from his forehead, his neck was grabbed by sharp claws from behind, and the whole person was off the ground. Because of the hard-to-absorb oxygen, his face was red. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not get rid of that seemingly withered hand.
"It's a pity, I haven't been a wizard for half a year, remember, my name is Blood Bat."
A hoarse voice came from behind him, followed by the blood flowing back, flying out along the cut on the neck, and entering the man's mouth. Bit by bit, the time was exceptionally long. After more than ten minutes, the dungeon guard died in pain, fear, and despair.
The withered skin became plump, and the ugly face became more ugly. After all, with an upward nose, protruding teeth, goldfish eyes, plus an extremely abstract face shape, how can it be good-looking!
But no matter what the appearance is, the true identity of the Blood Bat is shockingly complex. He was originally a monk of the Pain Sect, torturing himself to obtain spiritual happiness, which is the legendary pain and happiness. He had experienced years of hunger, living on roots and water every day; he had gone to the Crooksi Desert, where he almost died; he had locked himself in a quiet cave, first agitated and crazy, and finally numb in the dark; he had been covered with thorns on the top of the snow mountain, frozen all over, and was saved after half a year in the ice.