"Fortunately, it's just a little bit of trauma, and with the troll's powerful recovery ability, it won't be long before I'm a good man again!" Zambit forced himself to reassure himself, even though he knew in his heart that with this level of injury, it would take at least a month to recover if no one helped to treat it.

At this time, Zambit began to miss Serent's intimate healing spell very much, Celent can't come, and Kaufron can go into battle in person!

"Oh~it hurts~ I'm going to die of pain if no one comes to help treat me!Damn, isn't that old god stick in this space?Why haven't you rushed to treat me yet?How can such a slow man deserve the title of Sanctuary!" Zambit was complaining about Coughren's slow motion when a familiar healing spell fell on him, greatly alleviating his pain.

"This feeling—that's right, it's Celrent! Sure enough, the little bald head is the most reliable at the critical moment!" Zambit excitedly twisted his head in the direction of the spell release, and the smile that had just squeezed the upper hole immediately froze. He was shocked to discover that it was not Celent who was casting the healing spell, but a cold man with long flowing black hair.

What made Zambit feel most incredible was that this man he had never seen before was wearing a set of metal armor full of mechanical style, no matter how he looked at it, he looked like a warrior, but the divine power in his hand that had not yet dissipated showed that the healing spell just now was indeed cast by him, and this style of painting was very incongruous no matter how you look at it.

"Do you remember Selent~ You have a little conscience. As soon as the cold man spoke, Zambit immediately felt like falling into an ice cave, and this cold voice was clearly the culprit responsible for his miserable scene.

"Y-what do you want to do?" Zambit asked in a trembling voice, with a strong sense of impending disaster.

The grim man smiled evilly: "What else can I do?" of course it's to help you heal~"

"Would you be so kind?" Zambit asked warily, "Isn't it going to beat me up again after I'm healed?"

"Huh? That's a good idea. The cold man's eyes lit up and he said with great interest.

Zambit couldn't wait to slap himself a few times, it was so cheap. If the cold man did what he said, Zambit had no power to resist at all, and the power of the rules exuded from the cold man's body from time to time clearly told the troll warrior that he was facing a Sanctuary powerhouse, and as for which level of the Sanctuary he had reached, Zambit couldn't see it at all.

'Is it time for the Sanctuary to wander all over the place?' the Troll Warrior grumbled inwardly. Before entering Wickburg, his strength at level 12 was already able to walk sideways on the continent (although he had been hiding his strength at around level 10 in order to pretend to be forced). It's only been a long time, and he has already been reduced to cannon fodder, and if it weren't for the Holy Domain, he would be embarrassed to greet others these days.

Zambit vaguely remembered that there was once a great man whose name he couldn't remember said that his hidden strength would depreciate after a long time, and this statement was true.

Just when the Troll Warrior's mind didn't know where the Pegasus Starry Sky was flying, he felt a flash of holy light in front of him, and another powerful healing spell fell on his body, almost making his injuries heal instantly.

Zambit reacted very quickly, and after realizing that his movement was okay, he didn't even have time to wait for the wounds on his body to heal completely, so he ejected from the bottom of the pit and fled into the distance.

Zambit knew that this was his only chance to escape from the Grim Man, and he gambled that the Grim Man couldn't do anything else at the same time when he cast the healing spell, otherwise the effect of the healing spell would be interrupted.

Zambit's train of thought is undoubtedly very correct, but he never imagined that the cold man at this time was actually a strange "spirit" composed of two consciousnesses, and the healing spell was released by Alfie, but Dear Knight kept an eye on Zambit, never giving him any chance to escape......

Seeing that he was about to jump out of the bottom of the pit, Zambit was secretly happy, outside was the vast misty forest, with rich jungle survival experience, Zambit was fully confident that under the cover of dense vegetation and fog, he could escape the pursuit of the cold man - even if the other party was a strong man in the Sanctuary.

"Hah! it's done!" Zambit shouted excitedly as the edge of the pit was close in front of him, and his body jumped high to say goodbye to the cold man in a dashing pose. Unexpectedly, Dear Knight had already taken precautions against this, and a transparent hard barrier on the top of the pit had been waiting for a long time.

"Oops! you're so insidious!" Zambit screamed. Because he pursued the perfection of his movements too much, his body stretched out when he hit the transparent barrier, and he slapped it flat and stuck to the transparent barrier with the largest contact area.

Zambit, who was dizzy from the collision, fell straight to the bottom of the pit again, and suddenly saw the cold man walking up with a cruel smile while doing warm-up activities.

"I, only one request - don't slap me in the face!" Zambit said weakly, but in exchange for a heavy beating accompanied by a sneer.

"Does that give you relief?" Alfie asked softly. Not far from him, Zambit was curled up with his eyes closed, his mouth occasionally uttering exaggerated screams. There is no doubt that at this point Zambit entered the illusion that Dearknight had carefully prepared for him.

"Wouldn't it be more in line with our plan to make him pay the price in the illusion?Why do you think that is not enough?Is it really like what Zambit is experiencing in the illusion at this time, we will teach him a hard lesson first, and then use healing spells to heal him, and so on until we are angry?" Dear Knight asked in surprise, he never expected Alfie to be so black-bellied, or did Zambit die too many times before, so that Alfie was eager to take this opportunity to take revenge and vent?

"It's up to you. Alfie's indifferent attitude only made Dear Knight confirm his guess, and Alfie did have too much resentment with the troll warriors who died.

"Well, otherwise. I can do something in Zambit's consciousness, from now on today's wonderful experience will become a nightmare, from time to time will patronize his dreams, remind him not to die like this in the future, what do you think?"

"What a great idea. But how often do you think this nightmare should be frequent? once a month?" Alfie asked tentatively.

"Given the frequency with which Zambit dies, perhaps once a week is more appropriate for him. After being completely led by Alfie, Dear Knight's showed the potential to evolve into a veteran black-bellied person.

"Then it's such a happy decision!" Two distinct laughs came out of the mouth of Alfie's spirit, and the nightmare that would haunt Zambit for years was officially begun.