Morin walked towards the back.
He touched his chest, and there the stone was there. When he touched it, he felt its hard texture.
Although he didn't know what the stone was, seeing its strange appearance and how much the dark elves valued it, Morin knew that the stone must be something very precious.
He certainly wouldn't let something like that go, but as for the dark elves, they were none of his concern.
"This is really interesting."
Morin spoke softly, and when he thought of the astonished expressions on the dark elves' faces, he couldn't help but shake his head and laugh.
He walked forward, and whether it was because Aaron and the Silver Hand's people, or because the wizard apprentices from before had cleared things out, the surroundings were very quiet, and there weren't many wizard apprentices around.
Under a large tree, Morin saw a corpse that was constantly bleeding.
Judging from the insignia on his body, Morin knew that this wizard apprentice came from the Dark Forest.
"Huh?" Morin looked at it, shook his head, and was about to turn and leave.
His gaze fell on the corpse, and he suddenly realized something was wrong.
"It seems so..."
Morin walked over, used his cross-shaped sword to pry open the corpse, and began to examine it closely.
After taking a quick look, Morin's eyes narrowed slightly.
The corpse on the ground was pale, with cracked lips and a stiff body, but it crumbled at the slightest touch of the cross-shaped sword, like a clay doll that had been exposed to the scorching sun.
Upon closer inspection, the corpses on the ground appeared to be thousands or even tens of thousands of years old.
"What exactly happened?" Morin couldn't hide his doubts.
He looked at the corpse on the ground, and then at his surroundings, his face gradually darkening.
"Aise!"
Suddenly, Morin raised his hand, pointed to the side, and let out a low shout.
This is a level zero sorcery spell, the sorcery incantation for acid missiles.
With a hiss, the acid missile flew out, only to be shattered by something.
A figure rolled out of the nearby woods, frowned, and then slowly stood up.
That figure was Freya.
"Human wizard, I never expected you to discover me like this," Freya said in a low voice, her eyes cold as she looked at Morin.
"You stole the Bloodline Seal Stone and ran away on your own. You deserve to die."
"Die!"
Freya's body swayed, transforming into a faint afterimage as she swiftly charged towards Morin.
Since Morin left, she had said goodbye to Annie and the others and secretly sneaked up here. Now that she had finally seen Morin, how could she possibly let him go?
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Freya was incredibly fast, arriving in front of Morin almost instantly. Countless dark energy particles surged around her, transforming into streaks of bright black light that rushed towards Morin.
To Freya's surprise, Morin showed no sign of panic or fear. In fact, as she approached, a cold smile appeared on Morin's lips.
"You're asking for it!"
What!
Freya was startled.
The next moment, a layer of blood-red armor appeared on Morin's body, and his body slid backward in a strange way. At the same time, countless tiny blood-red vines formed a binding rope, about to firmly bind Freya.
"Damn it, it's a powerful demonic artifact!"
Freya's expression changed, but she quickly regained her composure.
With a sharp sound, Freya drew a slender cross sword from her waist and slashed it forward with great force!
As the sword was unleashed, a dense layer of black light appeared on the blade, giving the cross-shaped sword an even colder and more terrifying aura.
This cross-shaped sword is also a demonized item, and it belongs to a rare type of attack.
With a loud rip, the blood-red vines were cleaved in two, breaking off section by section, and then drooping helplessly to the ground.
Before Freya could even show a look of joy, she saw several small black balls fly over and fall heavily towards her.
"What's this?"
A thought popped into Freya's mind.
The next moment, an explosion rang out, and Freya was engulfed by countless flames and heat waves.
"Cough...cough cough..."
Freya's leather armor was tattered, her hair disheveled, and she looked utterly wretched. She reached up and wiped the small cuts on her face, glaring fiercely ahead as she said, "Impressive. I never expected you to possess something like this. However, this thing is incredibly powerful; you probably don't have many of these, do you? Listen, I..."
Then Freya couldn't say anything more.
She stared blankly at Morin in front of her, a look of astonishment on her face.
Morin produced an alchemical grenade identical to the one from before, and was gently tossing it in his hand.
"Uh, what are you talking about?" Morin chuckled.
Then, Morin made a move and threw the alchemical grenade in his hand with a backhand motion.
"No...no!"
Freya's expression changed instantly.
With a loud bang, another explosion rang out.
As the smoke cleared, Freya reappeared in the same spot, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, making her look even more disheveled.
"You..." Freya looked at Morin, wanting to say something.
"Keep going, let's keep going."
Maureen made an encouraging gesture.
He smirked and threw out another alchemical grenade.
Flames shot into the sky, an explosion rang out, and Freya screamed as her body slammed heavily against a tree.
She was coughing loudly, and before she could recover, she saw another tiny black dot flying towards her.
Beside him, Morin stood, slowly retracting the hand that had thrown the alchemical grenade.
"boom!"
The sound of an explosion rang out, the flames were dazzling, and the fire waves spread in all directions, causing the surrounding trees to shake violently and scattering dead leaves all over the ground.
"It should be about time now."
Morin watched the smoke and dust slowly rising into the sky from the woods and muttered to himself.
He used several alchemical grenades in succession, taking advantage of Freya's lack of recovery to launch a continuous bombardment and attack, and it seems to be working quite well.
Morin's lips curled slightly, which could be considered a smile.
Merlin had some suspicions about the suddenly appearing dark elf, after all, the incident had just happened. However, this dark elf had only just appeared and was already trying to kill him. How could Merlin possibly let her go?
The smoke and dust cleared, but to Morin's surprise, the dark elf did not reappear.
Near the woods, there was some dark purple blood, probably left by the dark elf.
"Disappeared?"
"No, it should be to kill that dark elf directly."
"That slender cross-shaped sword..."
Morin thought of the cross-shaped sword Freya had just used, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
Clearly, that cross-shaped sword was a very powerful enchanted item, with extraordinary power.
With those alchemical grenades, Morin should have killed Freya, but instead, he only managed to injure her.
"This is really interesting."
Morin crouched down, looked at the dark purple blood on the ground, reached out, dipped his hand in some blood, and gently sniffed it.
His eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled up, which could be considered a smile.