Without thinking, Vick sank his body and avoided the attack. The nail hidden between his palm also twitched to the opposite knee at the same time.

The other party had obviously expected that he had this move, so he directly slid to avoid the distance, and could dodge his attack, and he had the time to take the time to slid towards his neck.

Vick had just suffered a fatal injury here, and the cold pain seemed to remain in his soul. Therefore, when he was stimulated by this attack, he became fierce and immediately pinched a sleeve arrow with his left hand, intending to poke directly into the other person's eyes.

However, as soon as his hand was pressed on the other person's face, Vic suddenly stopped because the other person's hand pressed on his neck almost at the same time.

But this is not the fundamental reason why he stopped.

The thick face of his men can be regarded as a standard honest face, but because of his extremely vulgar smile, he destroyed the original "righteousness" energy that was easily gained favor.

"X your uncle."

The thief held it in for a long time and said something.

"What's wrong? Are you unhappy to see your dear Blood Deed?" The other party opened his arms and was about to hug Vick. The latter easily avoided it and waved the hook in his hand threateningly.

While talking, two guys appeared behind the other party, one fat and one thin, three of them were of the same height and had similar eyebrows and eyes. Standing together, it was like a realistic diagram of a person from thin to fat.

"Dorins, you're looking for death." Vic's voice could not hear any pleasure.

"No, no, didn't we swear to die together?" Dolins grinned, "How could he bear to leave you alone here."

Although Vick still had a calm face, he still put away the hook in his hand.

"That's right. Be kind to your blood covenant," Dollins said happily and put away the sword in his hand. "But look like you are so frightened - why not talk about your miserable experience? We happened to get a little dark beer..."

So after a half moments, the two men who were still tense were already sitting opposite the bonfire. Caguman, a fat man as big as Vic, was holding a tin wine bottle on the fire and swaying and heating it - this kind of thing is an excellent performance boost for the substitute puppet and the souls in it.

Dollins held a tin wine glass, but didn't rush to drink it. Instead, he looked at Vic, and cursed after he had poured all the glasses, and then spoke again: "Tell me, what happened to you? I remember that you were Hendrick with the Golden Blade... Let me guess that guy has a good reputation among adventurers. He shouldn't have a lot of worries with you, a group of 'rookies', except that he doesn't want to enter... But seeing how you look like you have failed the mission?

"Yes." Vic did not deny it.

"Then..." Dolins rubbed his hands.

"Nothing was found," the thief's eyes were deep, and his face, which looked quite young, showed a bit of a grim look because of his gloomy expression. "Nothing."

"Damn." Dolins couldn't help but curse, "Have you met your fellow travelers?"

"How is that possible?" Vic sneered. "If it were really a 'cuckoo', I could smell the smell on them even across the spore forest?"

Although the statement is exaggerated, what Vic said is true.

He and the three brothers Dolins accidentally formed a blood covenant because of one occasion. They hit it off and became the "Cuckoo", the most notorious type of adventurers. They are specialized in robbing or picking up equipment from unfortunate adventurers. Sometimes they are lucky and can even plunder the central core of the stand-up puppet and sell it for a good price.

For example, this time, Vick was also trying to find rare materials if he really found them, so he would meet up with Dolins and the others depending on the situation, give up the monitoring of the task here, bypass the client and rob the materials obtained by the singles, and then resell them to the client at a high price.

However, who knew that not only did the rare materials not be discovered, but even the original desire to touch some equipment from the hunter with the Golden Blade was disappointed.

"What's going on? If the Golden Blade Hunter is difficult to deal with, what about the others?"

"Everything is gone."

"Wait... wait, what did you say?" Dolins didn't react at once, "Nothing did you say?"

"It's what you think, all - including that golden blade Hendrick"

Dollins was stunned for a moment, but then realized the core of the problem: "You mean, what's really something there?"

It's so ridiculous.

Dorings actually didn't take the task Vick took seriously from the beginning. He even thought that he would do this, perhaps the big money owner who was keen on risk but unknown situations.

What kind of material collection task? To be honest, what era is this? Even the Fire Demon underwear in the Lava Rift Valley was lifted upwards, so there was no undiscovered material... Well, even if there were, I wouldn't even give a sample, even if it was a little bit the size of a nail, I would find some mud slimes - it's ridiculous, why don't you just say that the ground of the gray blood forest is scratched?

However, now Vick actually said that the novice area is actually a little bit.

"Are you sure it's not the one who lost it?" Although this question was stupid, Dorings asked it again.

Vic was too lazy to even give him a redundant expression.

"Tell me the specific situation?" Dollins licked his tongue, "Veney, don't worry about being eavesdropped."

Vic handed the wine glass to Kokoman, and then poured a big mouthful before telling the scene he saw. When he talked about the golden-blade hunter being dragged into the lake by the huge shadow and could not even struggle, Dolins's face finally turned pale like him.

"Why? Don't you plan to look for it?" Seeing that the other party was like him, Vic felt a little bit of vengeance.

"...We are not pioneers, so it is more appropriate for those guys with legendary weapons to do that." Dolins embarrassedly, "But this news can be sold for a lot of money, as long as we move quickly."

"I've thought about it long ago - but at least I have to earn the money I breached the contract first? Speaking of which, how are you following?"

"Hehehehe..." Dolins smiled, waved at Kokoman, and signaled him to come.

Compared to his brother, Kogoman was obviously much quieter. He walked to Vic and sat down, then pulled open the skin on his side - a rare object such as storage bags were not everywhere. They had one, but in order to increase the storage space, Kogoman sacrificed some sensitivity and hung two "bags" that looked like skin on the side of his body.

Vic was shocked just after looking inside. There were at least a dozen magic crystals inside. If they were sold on the black market, especially if they were probably worth 40 or 50 black crystals this winter.

"...You robbed the entire team?"

"Of course not," Dollins smiled with a white teeth. "I have to thank Jin Gongsheville when it comes to this - his team is simply ruthless, and it's really my taste-"

...

"Don't care about the people behind..." Vivian, the priest in the Golden Bow team, pulled the corner of her clothes uneasy.

Perhaps because she has not been in the team for too long, she has the kindness of "save everyone" unique to the temple priest. Although she has tried her best to act coldly to avoid many unnecessary troubles, she still cannot completely abandon the girl's nature.

"What do they do when they die?" the Berserker in charge of the road-exploring retorted in a rough voice, "It's adventure, not charity, nor sermon, Miss."

"Be kind to ladies, Bafumi," said the Golden Bow, who was walking behind the team, and played the bowstring in his hand, as if he had played the strings. "But Vivian, there is really no need to waste your magic and attention for those who are destined to leave soul energy in the abyss."

"Come on this position, come behind the pillar, dear girl, Hulun will give us a good barrier in a while, and then the skeleton spiders will come over, tie up the broilers, and drag them back to their nests- this time be sure to open your horizon and observe the flow of magic well, but don't take your eyes away, which determines how many broilers will die one after another. The sooner you understand the flow of magic, the fewer people will die--it's already the third time, dear, I hope there won't be a fourth time, otherwise... I can only add tracking techniques to you, and then let you experience the beauty of the skeleton spider nests in person--until we come to save you."

Although Sheville spoke casually, Vivian's face turned pale little by little.

Three days ago, they finally came to this underground ruin according to the mission's guidance - it is said that one era ago was the secret garden of a necromancer, but since he was destroyed by the first legendary adventurers, it has gradually become a paradise for ghosts and skeletons - those things have not had high attack power, especially under the spell of the Holy Light, as easy to deal with as butter under the flames.

But there is something strange about it.

It was obvious that the undead mage had disappeared for so long, and the adventurers had already flipped through this not-so-large maze countless times, and there was still a constant stream of ghosts.

And according to the detection of the Eye of Truth, the magic spring here has long been dried up - the kind that does not leave at all. Such a clean magic residue is also a question.

After all, the abyss is full of magic power. Even the dry magic well will have some residual traces or tiny magic flow, but it is not here.

Then the only explanation is that there are some advanced monsters or huge mage heritages that have not been discovered yet - the former is used when the mission is released, and the real mission book requires them to find out the truth and bring the treasure back - if there is any.

This place's legendary adventurer team is naturally familiar.

But the difficulties encountered were also obvious - they were too familiar with each other, so everything seemed to be no secret in their opinion.

Until several adventurers who followed them and wanted to get a bargain were taken away by a wave of skeleton spiders who came out to find food.

Usually adventurers will understand the habits of these monsters and avoid this group of monsters that are too large and easily waste magic power - including Shevil and the others. However, the guys behind them are obviously brave and inexperienced guys, and they think that as long as they follow them, Shevil will have no choice but to do anything to them.

So when the group of skeleton spiders poured out, Jin Gong and others who were hiding in the shield of protection were naturally fine, but the group of mobs was dragged away directly - but when Shevil and the others wanted to see if they could pick up something, something strange happened.

The place where the skeleton spider disappears is a dead end.

"Shhh...they are coming." Sheville pushed Vivian forward, "Hurry up."

Vivian took a deep breath, closed her eyes and felt the magic flow in the direction of the skeleton spider coming.

She vowed that she wanted to concentrate—but under the influence of the Vision Technique, it was difficult for her not to look at the terrifying white spots like torrents. They rushed towards the fleeing red flames with magic power as entangled as hair, and even blue flames. Whether it was the soul fire or the magic puppet's center, it looked as conspicuous as the spark in the dark.

She knew that as long as she was entangled with the white, the light balls that symbolize life would completely disappear. Even if there were substitute puppets, they would be swept by the spider layer by layer before using the astral stone, losing any possibility of counterattack or escape.

——And she clearly only needs a holy light echo to change all this.

But she can't do that.

Vivian knew that Sheville was always the same. Although she seemed cold sometimes, it was for the good of the team...

The pastor could only endure the faint discomfort of his scalp, and quickly traced their origins along the chaotic and tangled white floes - that was what she had planned.

But at this moment, she saw a dazzling magic power rising behind the light balls that symbolize life, rushing towards the cold white fluff with an unparalleled aura, like a strong wind, sweeping them all away in an instant.

——Flame purifies everything.

Vivian was stunned.

Even from this far away, she could feel such surging magic.

Obviously, it was not just her, but other teammates also felt it.

Sheville's face sank on the spot.

He glanced at Hulun, the mage who was accompanying him, and waited for his explanation.

"Level 5...at least the caster of the sixth level, he can perfectly control spells below four junctures, and the casting speed is extremely fast, almost smooth-fire storm - very excellent..." Hulun's voice was very calm.

This means that the mages on the team do not recommend them to be enemies.

Shevil's face changed again and again, and finally decided to take the initiative to go out of the protection area and figure out the other party's purpose.

The elves' bloodline gives him excellent appearance, and when negotiating with any intelligent creature other than dwarfs, he will always bring quite beneficial effects to his "persuasion".

"...Okay, it's okay, actually I want to ask you something..."

Before I could even come to my presence, I heard the other person's voice. The gentle and kind but lively voice obviously belonged to a young lady.

She seemed to be busy comforting the frightened adventurer, and she didn't figure it out at all. In the abyss, the so-called powerful kindness did not exist at all. Once there was, it would either be a tyrant or a naive death.

Scherville decided to give the other party a little kind reminder.
To be continued...