Cohen Prairie, Cohen Woods to the west.

Unlike the Bone Forest, the Kohan Prairie is just a small forest on the Cohen Prairie. Decades ago, there were only some small animals and wild beasts in it. Many people in Kovagr used to rely on hunting here for a living. However, since there have been more and more monsters in recent years, creatures such as ogres and werewolves have appeared in the forest, and after several murders, no one dared to come here to hunt anymore.

The forest, which should have been filled with the roaring and howling of unknown beasts or monsters as usual, fell into strange silence tonight.

A faint smell of blood surrounded the woods, making this place extremely strange.

Ka~ The sound of branches being crushed came from the forest, breaking the silence here.

The figure who was already close to the center of the forest from the outskirts did not care about the sound under his feet. He was not trying to sneak in, nor did he need to.

roar!

Several monsters shrouded in darkness emerged from the trees around him, roaring and leaping down from the trees towards him.

Chichi~ Before anyone could see the figure pulling out the long sword hanging loosely at his waist, the monster in the air was cut into several pieces in an instant and fell to the ground.

Ignoring the extra peepers around, the figure walked over the flesh and blood on the ground and came to an open space in the middle of the forest.

However, there was already a bloody figure standing in the middle of a strange magic circle on the open ground.

"Um?

Isn't it Duke Hanfeng?"

"oh?"

Under the moonlight, the figure that stepped into the open space revealed a young face with brown hair. He was now looking at the bloody figure in the middle of the open space with a look of surprise.

If Livia were here, he would recognize at a glance that this person was the brown-haired young man who reminded him not to go to the Mamba Snake Tavern when he first arrived in Kowag. Just as he felt at the time, the brown-haired young man had a unique charm that he would never forget once he saw it.

"Did you leave a prying eye on that priest in Kovagr?"

The brown-haired young man looked at the bloody figure with interest and said, when he saw that the bloody figure did not answer, he continued talking to himself.

"You must have seen the boy from the Hanfeng family, so you thought that it was the Duke of Hanfeng who came."

"But Duke Frostwind has been busy dealing with the recently agitated Frost Wolf Clan and the sudden appearance of the Ice Giants in the North, so he has no time to come. I owe the old wizard of the Savoy Kingdom a favor, so I came here."

"Oh, you knew about it in advance but didn't run away. You didn't think that the one coming was the Duke of Frost Wind, and you could handle him, so you didn't run away. Unfortunately, the one coming was..." "Enough!"

The old face under the hood of the bloody figure was a little angry. He interrupted the brown-haired young man's chattering and waved his hand. A strong wind mixed with blood blew towards him.

He recognized the talkative brown-haired young man, Camus Vidan Aipu Shifne, the most talented elf in the past thousand years. He became a legendary elven swordsman at the age of ninety-three. You have to know that according to the elves' lifespan of five hundred to one thousand years, Camus is only equivalent to a human in his teens.

Normally, legendary fighters like these usually stay in the deepest part of the tribe, but Camus is an exception. He caused a lot of trouble to the elves because of his chatterbox and impatience, and also angered his sister, so he was driven out to the outside world by the elves to "travel".

When the strong wind carrying blood reached Camus, the blood seemed to have encountered something and dissipated instantly. Only the strong wind blew on his face, blowing up his brown hair, revealing the long pointed ears unique to the elves.

"That's really cool, thank you, but even so I still have to stop you."

Camus first showed an expression of enjoyment, then looked at the bloody figure seriously and said.

If a normal person encountered such nonsensical words from Camus, he would probably be pissed off. Although he had lived for nearly three hundred years as the High Priest of Blood Mist and had seen all kinds of people, his expression was a little ugly when facing Camus.

"Kirk, the high priest of the Blood Mist Sect, is a pseudo-legendary sorcerer who is proficient in blood mist magic and dark magic. He once sacrificed the residents of an entire town in the Kingdom of Sava, and once..." Camus took out a long piece of parchment in his hand and read the records on it carefully.

Although the enemy was a pseudo-legend who was promoted through evil methods, and under normal circumstances could not even defeat a half-legend like Duke Frostwind, and was absolutely no match for him, a legendary swordsman, Camus believed that no matter what opponent he faced, he had to deal with it seriously and must first understand the opponent.

Listening to Camus reading out the records about himself like a treasure, the gloomy face of the Blood Mist High Priest became even gloomier.

But he didn't rush to take action. Since you don't take me seriously and keep mocking me, I will endure it for now. Just wait for me!

The Blood Mist High Priest ignored Kamu who was still chanting, and quietly perfected the formation under his feet. Although the flesh and blood sacrificed by Kowag was not enough, even if all the flesh and blood in the Kohan Forest was added, it could only barely activate the formation, but this was the only way now.

For the great God of Blood Mist!

“The purpose of this time is to leave a coordinate in the world and pull back the high-level vampires exiled in the void.

Wow, if a high-level vampire really comes, it will be terrible. We elves and vampires are mortal enemies. "

Camus on the side finally finished reading the above record and looked at the Blood Mist High Priest who ignored him.

"Strange, you're not running?"

"..." When the Blood Mist High Priest heard his question, he raised his head with a gloomy look.

"Forget it, let's fight. If you delay any longer, you'll really start summoning that guy and that'll be bad."

As if he had thought of something bad, Camus watched the Blood Mist High Priest prepare for battle, and slowly drew out the sword hanging diagonally at his waist with his right hand.

It was a traditional elven rapier with some gorgeous patterns and a slender blade. As a sword close to the level of a holy object, it was elegant yet sharp. Camus also gave it a nice name, 'Wandering Wind'.

At the same time that Camus drew out his rapier, the Blood Mist High Priest felt that the opponent's breath and posture had changed drastically in an instant. If the opponent had given him the feeling of a breeze before, although there was a little edge in the wind, it did not make him feel too much pressure after all, but now, the opponent seemed to have changed, and after drawing out the sword, he gave him the feeling that he would die in the next moment.

It made him feel as if he was in a hurricane formed by sharp blades and could be cut into pieces at any time.

Looking at Camus drawing his sword, the pupils of the Blood Mist High Priest shrank and he became serious. He no longer looked at the other party with the same attitude as before.

Under the blood robe, blood energy surrounded his body in circles.

clang!