Mountains at dusk, on the migrating mountain road.
Loran Hill stood on a pile of bloody corpses, her chest rising and falling as she breathed to relieve the exhaustion in her body. At this moment, she still felt the burning sensation caused by the intense use of magic, and her wrists and fingers were full of sticky black and red blood.
Although she had extraordinary talent, it was not an easy task for her to kill so many monsters and ghosts with the ability of Sequence 4 Undead, not to mention that there were also many Sequence 5-6 monsters among them.
After taking a short rest and recovering a little, she turned around and realized that the black-clad demon-slayers were standing quietly by and waiting.
Seeing that they all lowered their heads, the girl was a little confused, but when she saw the thick blood stains on her sword and coat, she immediately understood.
Are you scared of yourself? Put yourself in their shoes. If you were in their position, you would also be surprised by such behavior.
Forget it, now is not the time to dwell on this. Strong strength is indeed a way to quickly gain prestige, and it also makes command and coordination easier.
She leaped lightly from the top of the pile of corpses, stepped on the rare dry land below, then turned and stretched out her hand.
A faint blue flame emerged from the palm of his hand, then slowly expanded and flew into the corpses. It exploded with a bang, forming scattered flames that ignited the corpses and slowly burned them.
A strange smell came from the corpse, and then strands of necromancy magic gathered into thin streams like light sand, gathered together in the air, and finally fell into the girl's palm, condensing into a transparent and colorless gem.
In this way, the flames burned more and more vigorously, until finally the overwhelming heat wave brought an air current that slightly lifted her coat, revealing part of the white sleeves and skirt underneath, and her silver hair also fluttered in the air.
Forced by the scorching heat, the black-clad demon-slaying messengers retreated one by one, and finally stood behind Loran Hill, forming three rows and watching the scene quietly.
Nearly 20 minutes later, the towering blue fire burned out, and the muddy blood on the ground was dried up, turning into charred soil particles that drifted away with the wind.
The flames and heat waves gradually subsided, and Loranhill's hair and clothes slowly fell down. Finally, a huge necromancy magic gem appeared in the palm of his hand, making it almost impossible for Loranhill's slender fingers to hold it.
She threw it into the air, and then several cold rays flashed across her fingertips, cutting it into 20 or so even pieces. Then these small pieces of necromancy magic gems streaked across the night sky like meteors and fell in front of each demon-slaying messenger behind her.
"Each of you take one. This gem can be used to accelerate your training, and can also be used to perform some powerful skills at critical moments."
"Yes, sir." They answered in unison, and then held the gem in front of them tightly in their palms.
The more dangerous and difficult the place is, the more the creatures living there desire strength, because it represents the hope of survival.
Ignoring the complex gazes of gratitude, admiration, and awe behind him, Loran Hill shook off the black ash from the burnt wooden sword and put it behind his back again.
"Let's go."
After she finished speaking, she pulled up the hood of her black coat, and her figure leaped and flew away into the distance like a nimble black bird, while the black-clad demon-slayers behind her also followed, like black night owls, forming a close formation.
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In the wilderness, a group of monsters and ghosts are besieging a group of swordsmen in white.
Cold white blade arcs flashed, temporarily repelling the hordes of demons. However, faced with their huge numbers and various strange attack methods, the night patrol team was obviously overwhelmed.
Compared to the small night patrol team, the number of these demons is more than five times that of the other side, about fifty or sixty, including three-faced ghost apes, heart-tearing ghosts, blue-bellied ghosts, and other undead sequence 5 beings.
The long sword swung and chopped down vigorously in the air, cutting off the enemy's outstretched arm, but when the sword's force was exhausted, a thick dark red hand stretched out, grabbed the head of the sword-wielding man and crushed it, and then the huge ghost ape with three faces directly bit the opponent's corpse.
"No!" A companion at the back saw this, opened his eyes wide, and angrily pointed his sword at the ghost ape and stabbed it straight into its heart.
Although this action caused the three-faced ghost ape great pain, it did not kill the other party immediately. Its contracted muscles and bones blocked the long knife, and then it lowered its head, and the other crying face on the side bit directly on the man's shoulder, bringing up a large piece of flesh and blood, revealing the pale shoulder bone.
Seeing this, the team that had formed a circle to fight the enemy had to retreat urgently, protect their companion behind them, and waved their swords to drive away the ghost ape that was about to chase them.
But this stalemate didn't last long. Soon, on the other side, the giant ghost suddenly opened its huge mouth, as big as its body, and swallowed the person in front of it whole, chewing and digesting him. After the casualties, the team was reduced to the last five people, and the situation became precarious.
"Are you going to help?"
On the distant hillside, two people who had just arrived happened to see this scene. The man in white was preparing to ride his horse down the mountain.
"Of course." Although Li Yinchen could not be called a good man, he could not sit idly by when he saw his compatriots being killed.
"Tsk..." The woman behind seemed a little dissatisfied with Li Yinchen's unauthorized behavior, but she couldn't say anything to blame him, so she had to follow him.
After all, she still needed this guide to lead the way. If he died, it would be troublesome to even go back.
As the clatter of horse hooves approached, the surrounded men spotted the approaching man in white. His familiar attire immediately identified him as the night watchman, a half-human, half-demon like themselves. As his features gradually became clearer, several of them called out his name.
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