Crimson Servant

Weathert's answer made Carl's expression even worse. The shadow under the shade of the tree had disappeared, but he understood that this was not the last time.

"Didn't you try to stop her?"

"I tried, but failed. The ranger also suffered the revenge of the 'Lady in the Forest'. He lay at home for a week, and the druid couldn't cure his illness."

The tyranny of the lady in the forest made the panic in the Paladin's heart even more intense. Karl was not afraid of evil spirits, but he was still afraid of the sneaky things that could not be seen or touched. He silently recited the name of the Sun God twice and looked up to find the sun. But the fog shrouded the forest, as thick as the skirt worn by the woman in the forest.

The situation turned out exactly as they thought.

They try to avoid the Misty Forest, staying away from the woodland woman in order to distract her. But it was useless. The pale figure would appear in the team's field of vision every once in a while. The intervals between appearances were getting shorter and shorter, and the location where it appeared was getting closer and closer to the team.

Weathert bravely negotiated with the pale figure, but there was still no response, only a calm mist lingering around them.

"Wait a moment!"

From behind the team, a panicked voice stopped their progress.

Everyone was muttering in their hearts, and Weathert ordered everyone to stay still in place, while he himself slowly turned his body and looked behind.

John saw his pupils widen and there was a trace of panic in his eyes. He was staring at himself, not behind him, not at the other rangers, not at Carl, but exactly at John, at John's back.

John heard the ranger's deep inhalation behind him, and Weatherett's expression made him understand the current situation.

Ms. Lin Zhong was standing behind him.

The warlock gradually felt the chill on his back, like frost slowly creeping up his spine. The sense of crisis was like tiny needle pricks constantly acting on the skin of his back. At this moment, John even felt that the mist was like a cold steel wire. Scratches on the side of his face.

Is her target not Karl, but me? John thought.

The crimson chain hidden in his robe was ready, and the crimson lightning in his body was also ready to strike. John was not as frightened by the phantom of the lady in the forest as Karl was. He had been thinking about what kind of monster would have similar abilities. It was not like an evil spirit. Judging from the low temperature and erratic nature, it was more like the ghost of an innocent person. .

Soul bodies are difficult to deal with, but John is not unable to deal with them.

The only unsolved mystery now is the reason why she is targeting him. John had a hunch that this was not the strange smell of an outsider.

Ignoring the ranger captain's warning gaze, John turned his head.

He saw the pale face, close at hand. The magician saw the empty whites of Ms. Lin's eyes and the messy hair floating in the air. Her face was very clean, and the facial pores that should have been clearly visible at this distance seemed to not exist. In this case, John was only interested in two things. I have seen it before, one on a white porcelain mask, and the other on a frozen corpse.

He seemed to understand the true identity of the woman in the forest.

Just as he was making further plans, a person was one step ahead of him.

"Detect evil!"

The subtle holy light fell on the head of the lady in the forest. An expression of discomfort immediately appeared on her originally plain face, her body swayed slightly, and her closed lips opened slightly.

A head-splitting scream struck everyone present. The rangers covered their heads and knelt on the ground. The sharp voice seemed to come from the netherworld. The resentment and curse hidden in the voice caused incomprehensible damage to living beings with hearing. psychic damage.

Karl covered his head, resisting the severe pain in his head, pulled out his sword, and shouted angrily to boost his courage.

"She is not a forest lady at all! An innocent ranger! She is a banshee!" Rumor has it that the cries of the banshee can easily take away human lives. Carl will never let this evil monster do it a second time. Make noise.

John covered his head like everyone else. He was closest to the Banshee, and the psychic impact he suffered had already dispelled his prepared attack. But after the Banshee made a sound, she did not take the opportunity to attack. She closed her lips immediately after making a sound, and at the same time stared at the pained sorcerer without making any move.

"Stop it, Carl!"

The muscle memory of the prohibition caused Karl's Holy Slash to stop in mid-air. His brain did not understand the intention of his companion, but his body understood John's order faster.

The discomfort in his head slowly subsided, and John wiped the cold sweat from his head, looking directly at the lady in the forest without hesitation.

The Banshee's voice brought great pain to John, but the favored ones of the Crimson God had long been accustomed to bear it, and discovered some special information from the voice. The syllables uttered by the Banshee were the first sounds of a name that was familiar to John.

"What you want to say is, Nora, right?" John stared at her cold face.

"You know Nora, Nora Sebas. You are familiar with her scent, the baptism she left on me."

John watched the Banshee's face until she dissipated into a thick mist.

She disappeared again and then appeared in the shade of a tree not far away. Still the same silence, still the familiar indifference and gloominess.

The banshee raised her arm abruptly, waving towards John in a move that was completely inconsistent with her temperament.

【come over】

John easily understood this familiar action, which was a habitual action of a certain druid. The corners of John's mouth raised slightly, he turned to Carl, looked at Ranger Captain Weathert, and said firmly.

"She's inviting me, and I have to follow her."

"I'll go with you." Karl chose to follow without hesitation.

The unusual situation he encountered today was enough for Weissert to digest for a while. He looked at the richer movements of the lady in the forest than before, and looked at the two completely different outsiders in front of him. The ranger captain breathed a sigh of relief.

"I need to take my team back to resume my life. Lady in the forest obviously doesn't want too many people to disturb her. You and Karl should pay attention to safety. After her invitation is over, you can continue walking deeper into the woods. That talisman I will guide you to the Pearl Sanctuary.”

John said goodbye to Weathert and watched the Ranger team disappear into the mist. He turned around and saw the lady in the forest and the paladin standing there staring at each other.

"I'm going with John," Carl shouted to the Banshee.

The banshee didn't answer, didn't move, and stared at the paladin with her cold gaze.

Carl Demiras stared back at her without fear.

"Karl, she is connected to my adoptive mother Nora."

The paladin did not pick up his weapon, but still crossed his arms dissatisfiedly.

"She doesn't seem to like me. I thought this banshee would love houses and crows like those woodland rangers. It seems that she and your adoptive mother are not the same group."

John laughed and patted Karl on the shoulder.

"Believe me, they are more like her. She has some unexpected friends. This is the Nora Sebas I know."

Mind flayers, dark elves, Veltis warlocks, and a banshee wouldn't be out of place.

Judging from the time, the Banshee might have been Nora's first evil friend.

John bent down to salute, and unknowingly treated the banshee with respect.

"Please guide me, ma'am."

"And please forgive me for the offense my special friend has caused you."