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"Forehead……"

Facing Beanna's complicated and surprised eyes, Sif hesitated for a while before slowly answering:

"Matthew took me to Rapids to deal with some things, mainly at the official level. Do you remember? I wrote to you that he is now a registered mage in Rolling Stone."

Beanna was silent for a moment, and replied in a subtle tone:

"But you didn't write to me that you have such a good relationship with him now."

Sif's face turned slightly red:

"I'm about to write..."

Bang!

A crisp sound interrupted Sif's words.

But seeing Beanna suddenly pull out the elf sword at her waist, a blue light lit up on the sword light.

Sif was startled:

"Yeah, what are you doing?"

"You won't want to stab me with a sword, do you?"

Beanna replied indifferently:

"Why do you think so?"

"I just need the sword of the elves to resist the corrosive force in the blood pool. Don't you feel that depraving force?"

She pointed the tip of the sword at the sticky blood under the two of them.

Beanna wore short boots from Wind Chaser and deer-skin trousers, and there were rubber bands on her ankles that could be tightened. This was to facilitate travel in the jungle and prevent mosquitoes and snakes from entering.

She bent down quickly and tightened her trousers.

But part of the blood in the pus and blood pool still penetrated into it, which made her feel very uncomfortable with a slight obsession with cleanliness.

However, Sif on the opposite side seemed to have no such concerns.

Sif looked down at the bloodshot and shook his head:

"I don't feel anything."

Beanna was stunned for a moment, then showed a strange look:

"I really envy you."

"What?"

Sif was a little confused.

Beanna's tone became slightly excited:

"You don't feel anything because of your bloodline."

"Your bloodline naturally has all kinds of incredible resistance. Even the evil power of the abyss cannot infect your body. As well as your family background and your background, isn't this something that others are envious?"

Sifu lowered her head apologetically:

"Feel sorry."

Beanna's tone became sharper:

"Why do you want to say sorry?"

"You're not sorry for anyone."

Her eyes were staring at Sif, as if she was asking something.

However, Sif shook his head and did not continue to explain.

She changed the topic:

"So, who are you with?"

"Aren't you supposed to be in Cuiyu Cangting?"

Beanna said with a hint of worry:

"I came with General Tyrani, the Wind-Trekker. He said he wanted to take me to see the world and come here to hunt down a few remnants of the Silver Frost Brotherhood, but as soon as we entered the manor, we were separated."

"Although I have the means to contact her, under the influence of this maze, all the wood elf spells I mastered have become invalid. What about you? Can you find Matthew?"

Sif shook his head.

She said with some concern:

"I didn't expect to separate from him suddenly. This place gives me a very dangerous feeling. I can't even tell whether it is reality or illusion."

"What should we do next? Wait until Matthew or Terrani come to save us?"

In Sif's impression.

In the past, Beanna would definitely agree with her opinion.

After all, in this maze and blood pool of unknown origin, both myself and her power are too weak. Waiting for rescue on the spot is the most rational and the choice with the highest survival rate.

However, the next second.

She saw Beanna lifting the thin sword in her hand, and then strode towards her direction!

Sifu was panicked.

"Don't stand stupidly!"

"Does go!"

Beanna suddenly showed a very agile figure. She accelerated to Sif's right, pushed the latter's shoulder away with her left hand, and then stabbed the shadow quietly behind Sif with a clang!

Bang!

Sparks splashed.

The elf's thin sword stabbed the Shadow Monk's fist glove, and the blade almost rolled to 90 degrees.

Beanna took a step back and threw away the sword, and at the same time removed the extremely powerful fist power of the monk!

"We have to find a way to get out of this damn pus and blood pool. Didn't you find that the pool is a bit too big?"

Beanna gasped slightly.

Until this moment.

Sif, who turned around in a hurry, noticed that the blood pool he was in was several times larger than the ones around him.

In addition to himself and Beanna in the blood pool.

There are other shadows approaching!

In front of Beanna were two shadow monks wearing black metal fists.

Further away.

Two flying units are also slowly approaching.

Their shadows give people an extremely terrifying suppression.

That moment.

Sif only felt his heart pounding.

The blood vessels in my body are about to explode directly!

"No……"

"I don't want it..."

She suddenly squatted on the ground with her head in great pain!

And on the battlefield ahead.

Beanna had already gotten entangled with the two monks.

As a newcomer, Elf Sword Yong.

Her dancing posture is extremely exquisite, and her swordsmanship can only be said to be barely passing the exam.

If one to one.

Beanna was confident that she stabbed the Shadow Monk to death in a maximum of fifteen rounds.

After all, the monks who appeared in front of her were not the top ones.

Judging by her immature experience.

The opponent's strength is about level 3.

But the problem is one to two.

And there are units that feel scary not far away approaching!
To be continued...