Blood of Mercury

Without warning, the arrows condensed by the silver-white flames suddenly penetrated the windows and walls, and flew towards Oakley, who seemed to be completely unresponsive!

Just before the arrow was about to hit, the sound of the wall and the window being pierced just came, and large groups of bright silver flames ignited on the wall, crawling slowly against the wall. Just as Oakley turned around, he was hit by several silver-white flaming arrows. The body was directly penetrated by the arrow of the flame, and the whole person fell to the ground and let out a tragic wailing.

In his wailing, Oakleaf's eyes suddenly burst into small clusters of silver-white flames; as he continued to cough, silver-white sparks were sporadically coughed out by him. As if the flames at the bottom of the furnace had been ventilated, the bursting silver flames burst out from his body, completely submerging his body in the blink of an eye, turning it into a huge fireball as tall as one person.

"grown ups!"

"Lord Oakley!"

The sergeants around Oakley realized what had happened.

After a short period of confusion, they began to move in a panic, trying to block Oakley's body from all directions. And tried to put out the flames on Oakleaf, who was screaming constantly.

They picked up the blankets around them and threw them desperately towards the flaming Oakleaf, while some poured the water they had just found on Oakleaf's body.

But all this was of no use.

When the silver-white flame touched the water, it didn't react, and it neither suddenly became violent nor weakened, just like the water was eaten by the flame without any effect.

For a moment, the sergeants suspected that the flame was some kind of illusion—but as the most determined of them tried to touch the flame, the palm of their hand was ignited. In less than ten seconds, those silver-white flames shattered his entire body like an ant colony. His whole body was ignited and turned into ashes on the spot.

The flame is real! And it's deadly!

The sergeants were immediately aware of this.

But then, some doubts arose in their minds.

Just rubbing the edge of the flame, it caused such a lot of damage... Then, after so long in the center of the flame, can Oakley survive?

Do not. It is impossible to survive.

Even across such a distance, these soldiers could feel the incomparably scorching heat. They watched the huge flame vigilantly, and then slowly pulled out their weapons.

The corpse fragments, blood and bones on the surrounding ground slowly melted like snow in the sun. But the disgusting atmosphere did not improve at all.

Alarm bells sounded wildly in their hearts. A feeling of being targeted by something came from the center of the flame.

It was as if the flames did not burn up anything, but awakened something.

The next moment, the silver flames crawled and scorched the wall collapsed. The soldiers turned their heads subconsciously and looked at the wall brittle by the flames.

But it was only a moment. A burnt stench drew their attention back.

But it's too late.

The silver-white flame twitched twice like a heartbeat, and then shattered. In its place is a scorched red lava-like substance that flows slowly.

When they turned around again, a large hand made of lava was already hanging above their heads and slowly pressing down. The soldier who was selected as the target couldn't even move under the imposing lock, and could only wait for himself to be burned into **** by the lava with a look of fear and trembling.

His hair had turned yellow, withered and curled from the heat, and his skin was red and hot.

But at this moment, a silver-white blade of light suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

As a sloping arc flashed past, the big hand formed of lava was suddenly cut off, and twitched and slid to the ground, turning into a pool of lava and igniting the floor. A bright red flame was emitted.

The soldier opened his mouth wide and looked at the person who suddenly appeared in front of him with a look of astonishment.

The long silver-blue hair, the sparkling eyes like emeralds, and the delicate face like a doll—it was one of the two people who had just escaped!

"Wait, you are..."

"You don't care who I am."

Roland opened his mouth and interrupted him neatly: "I don't care how you are bewitched. In short, you are just ordinary people who have been implicated. From now on, it is the problem between me and this monster— -It's none of your business anymore."

His voice was sonorous and powerful, without the slightest hesitation.

For a while, the soldiers who originally wanted to come and control Roland's surroundings immediately hesitated.

That's right. Most of them are not familiar with this guy. It was only a few days ago that their boss suddenly told them that they would come here only if they were to temporarily listen to the dispatch of the so-called "dispatched officer from the South Wind Ring".

They weren't even sure what the "Ring of the South Wind" was. I just heard that this is a Druid school that is active in the southern part of Caral near Titan. A learning school for various Druid apprentices, with a deep understanding of various geography, geology, and monster ecology. Some time ago, in the name of Caral's expatriate Druid school, he used magic to repair the drainage channel in Titan, which effectively corrected the Titan's "wearing animal skin, holding a wooden crutch and eating human flesh and jumping the god". The wrong impression, and together with them, the whole Caral has changed.

Of course, there is only one sentence that really works for the above series of glorious history, and that is the "Druid School".

as a Carr. Respecting Druids has almost become their instinct. Therefore, they did not doubt the boss's words, but focused on implementing them.

But look at it now... This lava figure transformed by Oakleaf roaring after being hit by an arrow does not make him connect with the wise and loving elders in the minds of ordinary Caral people.

"May I ask, Lord Oakleaf... what is he? And what are you..."

A young man with shoulder-length short hair asked hesitantly.

Roland's face was solemn: "He is a humanoid monster who can control his mind. I have been hunting him for a long time. As for me...I'm just an ordinary Suze hunter. You don't need to care."

As he said ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Roland sank and raised his wrist, and the gray long sword with a silver-white edge slashed several traces in the air, cutting the lava human-shaped hands directly.

...ordinary hunters? Just yet?

The people around were embarrassed.

……Just kidding? Ordinary hunters can kill such monsters at will?

And aren't all hunters from Fararu? What happened to Suze's hunter?

"Are Su Ze's hunters all monsters?"

Roland vaguely heard someone muttering beside him.

He smiled slightly, and then his face became solemn: "You all stay behind me. As long as I am alive, I will not let you suffer."

Roland had been waiting beside him for a long time, and it was hard to wait for an opportunity to cut in.

This Oakley is just a small character, and Roland needs to know who is standing behind him. (To be continued.)