Whether to leave or stay is a question. The demon hunter couldn't think of a way to escape from the death with two witches over mountains and ridges.

Although the witch Arteya didn't speak, she was listening to the conversation between the demon hunter and the ranger. Although the aftermath caused by the explosion just now had passed, the sand and stones that fell from the top of their heads from time to time were reminding them all the time that it was almost over.

"If there is no way, I'm willing to stay. My psychic energy is enough to release a spell that reduces weight." The witch suddenly said, "But I hope you can take her out. She is the hope of our witch lineage!"

Arteya's fingers stroked Efilar's silver hair, his voice a little hoarse: "Be sure to protect her! Don't let her out of your sight! The reward of the Witch Federation will not disappoint you. The witch in the gathering place in the ghetto is called..."

"We will not abandon our companions, nor will we leave a woman waiting to die here." The Demon Hunter shook his head: "This is not in line with our Cyris morality."

Ranger looked like a chicken-eating crowd and nodded: "He's right!"

If there is hope, who is willing to give up his life? The witch sighed and said to the demon hunter, "What are you going to do? The longer it takes, the less hope we will live. You are wasting our lives, apprentices, and everyone's lives. If she dies, then from last night to now, all those who die will die in vain."

Xu Yichen admitted that what the witch said made sense, but he refused to admit that he had no choice but to try it even if he had no hope.

The demon hunter took two steps forward and re-entered the body of the famine alien species. He tore the two intestines hard, pulled them a long enough distance, and then cut them off with his own sword. As the famine alien species died, all the companion species around began to corrupt and wither. Only the famine alien itself and the corpse still maintained its previous strength.

He rubbed his slightly slippery intestines with his hands several times, shook them in the air, and nodded with satisfaction: "Let's climb up and try first."

The demon hunter threw a intestine to the ranger beside him, carried the silver-haired witch on the ground, tied a knot in a fork shape with this intestine, and fixed the witch to himself. Afilar's hair swept in his ears with his movements, making the demon hunter feel something strange. The girl's faint breathing sprayed on the back of her neck, proving that she was still alive.

"Don't stand there, our time is urgent!" The demon hunter turned around and walked towards the edge of the underground cave in the distance. The ranger behind him, with the cooperation of the witch, tied the witch to his body as a demon hunter.

"You should understand that the soil here may not be able to withstand the weight of two people and climb upwards." Arteya whispered in the Ranger's ear: "Especially in the second half of the journey, if you have a little accident, you will fall from it."

Ranger nodded: "I understand, but I'm just a working person. I'll do what I want to do. And I don't think you have to be so pessimistic. Maybe we can persist until someone comes to save us."

But with the words of the Ranger, a huge rock flew down from the dome in the distance, and many stones and soil around it fell like raining.

"You and I understand that this is a choice that will be made sooner or later." The witch calmly analyzed the situation: "If an accident occurs, I will cast a spell to offset the weight of Aphiral so that they can leave smoothly. And I will untie this disgusting rope. In exchange, you must ensure that you will protect her and know that the people from the Witch Federation will appear!"

The Ranger, who was walking towards the direction of the Demon Hunter, whispered: "I am very grateful that you still think of me at this time, but we should listen to it! He is a monster from Zhongsiyuan, and there is nothing they can't do! It is said that they are all mass-produced from the laboratory, and were born to challenge the impossible."

"What? I didn't hear what you just said." The witch asked in confusion. Affected by the system, all words that may disrupt the worldview of the indigenous people will be filtered into meaningless nonsense.

The Ranger who received the system prompt shrugged: "It's nothing, I mean, I'm right, he will definitely have a solution! Also, I forgive you, about vomiting all over me."

This time, the witch was not responding.

The demon hunter, carrying a silver-haired witch, stood on the edge of the cave, and said softly: "The ancestors of the school, tell me how I should use my other eyes to find the potential, hidden behind the true image, that does not exist. I know that this talent and this ability lurk in our bloodlines."

"Wolf Spirit Vision!" With the self-hypnotic language of the Demon Hunter, his eyes turned into beast-like vertical pupils, emitting green fluorescence.

The cliff in front of him revealed his secret in front of him, perhaps a tree root hidden behind the soil, a rock buried deep in it, or a solidified layer of soil that was repeatedly crushed by tentacles and mixed with the mucus on the tentacles. In his eyes, it was marked out in different colors.

"Follow me! Follow my path, don't make a mistake!" The Demon Hunter looked back at the combination of Ranger and Witch: "We can go out! Trust me!"

The ranger, who was frightened by the vertical pupils of the demon hunter with green fluorescent light, nodded quickly to show that he understood, and then watched the demon hunter climb up along the cliff like a gecko.

"I'll just say that those guys from Zhongsiyuan just like this kind of excitement." The Ranger muttered, following the traces left by the Demon Hunter. Behind him, the witch's eyes stared at Afilar, ready to sacrifice herself at all times.

"Mr. Marx, we should organize people immediately to find traces of the Demon Hunter." In the shelter camp, Knight Barth said to Karl Marx in a temporary tent: "After checking, all the aberrants nearby have lost their vital signs. I think the Cyris Warrior from the East has succeeded!"

"We are not sure yet. All the aberrations have died. If we disperse our personnel, they may be defeated one by one. This may be a trap." The mercenary Zog Mancini, who fought side by side with the Knight Bart, sent a different opinion: "There are nearly 3,000 people in the camp now, most of whom are old, weak, sick and disabled, and their lives are all counting on us. Three thousand people and four people, which side would you choose?"

Knight Bart was silent for a moment.

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Chapter completed!