Night Raven Master

Chapter 117 The Duo

In the night sky, the moonlight passed through the black veil and fell on the forest lying on the ground like a giant beast.

The two young men walked side by side keeping a close distance.

"Firol, I'm curious about your necklace, why don't you lend it to me?"

The speaker was wearing a gray-black robe, with blond hair and red pupils. He was only about 1.7 meters tall and had a slightly thin body, which made him look a little thin, but his immature face showed that he was only seventeen or eighteen years old. .

"No no no, this is impossible, the oak sage will never let the necklace leave his neck!"

The one who answered his words was a young man who was close to his age, but he was slightly taller than him. When he answered, because of his movements, the long hair around his ears flicked, revealing the pointed ears Indicated his race - an elf.

He was wearing an emerald green robe, and the gold and white trim gave him a strange charm. Because of what the other person said, he couldn't help but hold the necklace around his neck, and said confidently.

"I don't think your necklace has any effect at all. Ferrol." The gray-robed young man waved the short staff in his hand, and the blue gemstone on it glowed brightly, "I have been with you for so long. I don't feel it has any power, it's just an ordinary accessory."

Then, he stretched his hand around his neck and pulled up the silver necklace under his collar: "Look at me, my mentor fixed a spell on this, it can"

"Okay, okay, Wiggs, you've already shown off several times." Ferrol waved his hand, looking extremely disgusted.

"I feel like you're jealous of me, Ferrol." The young man named Wiggs tossed his hair coquettishly, "I'm so handsome."

"You are so narcissistic."

"Thank you for the compliment!"

The two were talking while walking, and Viggs asked, "Why did you come to find the wandering trolls? Are they worth anything?"

"Didn't you say that wandering trolls might be related to elves?" Ferrol looked around, as if looking for something.

"Hey! Ferrol, why are you serious!? I'm just talking." Viggs rolled his eyes, "And I mean that trolls and elves may have a common ancestor, not wandering trolls."

"Impossible, how can such a dirty creature as a troll have a common ancestor with an elf?" Ferrol turned his head and stared at him, as if he had become another person.

Noticing Ferrol's familiar eyes, Viggs thought to himself that elves are really changeable, and quickly raised his hands: "No, Ferrol, I just said it is possible, very small possibility, and don't you still feel hesitant? Is it possible for trolls? Why can't trolls?"

Ferrol turned his head: "It's not possible at all."

After saying this, his tone changed again: "Wandering trolls are much cuter than trolls."

Wandering trolls look like trolls, but they are much better looking than trolls.

"Maybe?" Wiggs pouted, he didn't continue this topic, but at this moment, he suddenly found that Ferrol's movements stopped.

"What happened?" he asked, frowning.

"Shhh—" Ferrol hissed, signaling Wiggs to be quiet, and then he made a gesture of listening. "The forest is restless, and someone is surrounded by monsters."

"Let's go, let's save people!" Hearing his words, Wiggs clenched his short-handled staff tightly and walked straight forward, while Ferrol was stunned and followed.

In the forest, Yate waved the black iron cane indifferently, and the dark spiritual energy spiraled around and attached to it.

The sharp blade with spiritual energy drew an arc in the air, piercing through the abdomen of a lizard-like black monster the size of his calf.

The lizard snout full of fangs opened, and the long scarlet tongue full of spikes shot out, shooting at Ater.

Benedict——

Yate, who had expected it for a long time, turned his body slightly, and his long, spiky tongue skimmed over the edge of a light black circle that appeared on his body, wiping off a small piece of the psionic ring.

At the same time as the power ring disappeared, Yate stabbed the black iron stick down, killing the monster completely.

However, at this moment, a large piece of the ground suddenly bulged up one meter to the left of Art, and black lizards with similarities and differences emerged from the ground at the same time, the pointed horns on their heads were slightly wet Soil.

There are twenty such lizards.

But Yate didn't panic, he gripped the black iron cane tightly, and swung the lizard corpse hanging on it towards them.

Completely ignoring that it was the corpse of his companion, several black lizards stuck out their tongues, and the sharp tongues were about to pierce through its corpse.

However, at this moment, the head of the dead black lizard suddenly lifted up, and the lizard snout full of fangs opened——

"what!!!"

A sharp sound that was very different from the lizard's cry sounded, and a thin layer of frost formed on the surface of all the black lizards, and fear was revealed in those vertical lizard eyes.

Subconsciously, they made a backward movement.

At this time, black shadows fell from the sky.

Nine blood-red crows formed a blood curtain, covering the top of a black lizard.

At the same time, the other ten pairs of black and red eyes directed their strong desire to attack the other black lizards:
Then a group of strong crows that were twice as strong as the blood crows fell down, and their strong sharp claws directly grabbed the back of the black lizard and pierced into it. Heads, piercing their not-so-big brains.

Art flicked the cane, the psionic energy on it had disappeared, but at the same time he raised his right leg - the dark psionic energy emerged from the bottom of the boot.

Lean back and step down heavily.

A black lizard that had just crawled out of the ground and was about to attack was trampled on, and the lower half of its body was flattened by a foot. The severely injured black lizard screamed and raised its head, pointing its long, spiky tongue at Art's thigh Just bounced past.

however--

laugh--

The sharp blade fell and nailed the long spiked tongue into its mouth. Art pressed his right hand on the top of the cane and pressed down hard.

The sharp blade at the bottom pierces its tongue and jaw directly.

He raised his leg, pulled up his cane, and then dropped his foot again.

The boots with psychic energy stepped on its head, and the feeling of bone shattering came, and the head of the black lizard exploded under his feet, slowly spreading from the soles of the shoes into the surrounding soil.

Art raised his feet and looked at the soles of his feet. The skill representing the crow mage was lit up, and the blood stained on the boots was peeled off and fell to the ground.

Then Yate turned his head indifferently, looking at the battlefield of the crows and the black lizards——

(End of this chapter)