"The voice?"

With that low roar, a huge pressure in the darkness was transmitted from an extremely long distance.

"This voice, this breath?"

A terrifying creature flashed through his mind, and Lehad quickly shook his head.

"No, how is that possible?"

"It's been nearly a hundred years since that powerful dark creature of the deer head spirit appeared."

"Although the Spire Terrier is a subspecies of the deer-headed spirit, there is a huge difference between the two classes after all, is this guy I am chasing the illegitimate son of the deer-headed spirit?"

A wave of absurdity welled up in Lehard's heart.

But his emotions soon vanished, for deep in the dark woods, a powerful aura was approaching him.

The monster locked on him!

"Hell, hell!"

"An ordinary selection mission not only happened by accident and met the Spie Terrier, but there was also a deer head spirit that is rare to see in a hundred years in the pursuit."

"What the hell is going on?"

"Is Elder's hundred-year peace really going to be broken?"

Although the Spire Terrier is known as a subspecies of the deer's head, the racial differences between him and the deer's head are very large.

To put it another way, the Earth Dragon is a creature that is extremely powerful and can be regarded as a subspecies of the dragon family.

But compared to real dragons, the gap between them is unimaginably large.

Lehard is a bloodline knight, which is also known as the blood hunter, but his qualifications are ordinary, limited by talent, and he has reached the limit of his physical fitness very early.

With no way to advance, Lehard chose another path, since there was no way to improve the purity of the bloodline, then increase the accumulation of the amount as much as possible.

It took the same amount of time for Lehard to develop his spirit and also to master some of the Warlock's abilities, which made him have a variety of attacks in battle, and he was much more powerful than knights of the same level.

But even so, in the face of the legendary creature of the deer head, he could only flee in the wilderness.

In addition to its own strength, the deer head spirit can control monsters within different ranges to fight for him according to his level.

In other words, fighting a deer head is equivalent to fighting all monsters within its area of influence.

That image is very sour to think about.

The said good heads-up eventually turned into a group fight.

Even more terrifying are the powerful beings among the deer-headed spirits, who are proficient in a terrifying spell that makes it impossible for them to be killed easily.

Think about it, a monster that is powerful, can summon monsters to assist in battle at the same time, and can't be easily killed.

This kind of thing is not something that Lehard can deal with at all.

So, Lehard has only one choice.

Run!

Run!

He didn't even have time to pick up his spoils, so he fled frantically into the distance.

At the same time, Roger and the others, who were in the cabin, also noticed something unusual.

The flames in Amanda's hands put an end to Enola's painful struggles, and the fire spread and ignited the tables, chairs, floors, and everything around them.

Flames envelop the entire wooden house, and Roger and the others exit the house.

Under the white oak tree, they seemed to hear an eerie scream coming from the burning house, and it felt as if an unknown spirit was hiding in the house.

Thinking of the werewolf's previous practices and the strange disguise after entering the house, Roger suddenly understood that the house in front of him might also be a monster.

Crackle crackle!

The wood burned, the flames rose into the sky, and gradually, the flames seemed to ignite the surrounding space, and everything in front of them became trance-like.

Specks of light flew out of the flames.

These rays of light actively converged on Roger's hands.

Roger stretched out his hand, and the swirling spots of light gathered together, and gradually a slightly yellowed piece of paper appeared in his hand.

At the very top of the paper, a clear line of writing appeared.

[16—Little Red Riding Hood]

Roger was slightly stunned, "What is this?" ”

"Grimm's fairy tales?"

"Could it be that those fairy tales of European folklore are real, since there are 16, then there will also be a number of 1~15."

"What about the numbers after 16?"

Roger thought of the popular stories, "Cinderella, Snow White, One Eye, Two Eyes, and Three Eyes." ”

To be honest, he was really curious, if these stories were real, what kind of interpretation would there be in the stories?

It was clear that the piece of paper in front of him was a cursed item.

Number 16, then there must be other numbers as well.

"If you put all these numbers together, would it form a complete book?"

Roger's heart moved, "So is that a book, a cursed item, or a ...... World?! ”

"No, no, no, the world may not be able to talk about it."

But at least it should be a fragment of the world, right?

He folded the pages in half and put them close to his body, and when he came back to his senses, the flames in front of him had disappeared, and the corpses everywhere were gone.

There was silence in the dark woods.

After walking some distance in one direction, Roger finally found his way in the darkness, but the surrounding trees seemed to have been wreaked havoc.

It was clear that there had been a fierce battle here not long ago, and the two were hesitating whether to continue their search for the Steppy Terrier or return to a nearby town for a night's rest.

Amanda unexpectedly finds a dead branch in a patch of grass.

"Come and see, Roger!"

Amanda picked up the dead branches on the ground, "Look what I found!" ”

"The torso of the Skiff Terrier!"

"It looks like an arm."

Roger was also surprised, this luck was too good, or did it all happen to Ms. Margaret in advance?

They certainly didn't know that there was a powerful knight silently dedicated......

After getting the task items, the two of them naturally did not want to stay in the dark woods for a long time, and at this moment, a low roar was heard in the distance.

There was a terrible power in that voice.

Without further hesitation, Roger took Amanda back the way he came, and made his way to a nearby town before midnight.

"Cheers!"

In the hotel room, two wine glasses gently touched each other, just one sip, and in the dim light, Amanda blushed.

She put down her glass and stared intently at the man in front of her, from the first meeting between the two to the standing up in the woods, from the rescue in Marshetown to the overnight stay in Bordeaux.

"Roger, we seem to have known each other for many years."

Roger drank the wine from his glass and leaned back, looking at the red-haired girl in front of him, a smile on his lips.

"Tonight, I'm handy."

Amanda stood up, she had just finished taking a shower, her red hair still dripping from her head, and her collarbone looming under her white dressing gown.

There was a fiery glow in her eyes, and it seemed to engulf Roger.

"Me too!"

As soon as the words fell, the flames on his body rose, and the nightgown on his body disappeared, and Roger stared at the thrilling curves in front of him.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "Sorceress...... It smells so good! ”

Amanda walked up to Roger and gently tapped her finger on Roger's shoulder, and the flames passed through without a trace of burning, but the clothes on her body were gone.

The girl looked at Roger.

"I heard that your swordsmanship is good."

She slowly approached Roger's ear, her red lips lightly furrowed.

"Draw your sword!"

……

On this night, Roger mastered another kind of swordsmanship.

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Stealing incense