Crimson Servant

Dalia raised her foot and stepped on the gorgeous lapel dress. Two limp tentacles were next to her boots. She exerted her arms and pulled her hammer head out of the skull of the mind flayer.

They had finished a battle. At this time, Dalia felt tired physically, but her heart was filled with the joy of victory in the battle, which made her feel very good. Now she was no longer afraid of the abnormal anthropomorphic appearance of the mind flayer. After a series of battles, Dalia's first reaction after seeing the octopus face was to swing the hammer. Dalia felt that she was a little accustomed to the silver-white blood stains on her clothes. As for their special smell, perhaps a few nightmares would help her forget it.

The battle with the mind flayer was much smoother than she expected. The support of the dark elves and illusionists made the priest not worry about the back. She only needed to overcome her inner fear and use the combat skills she learned to deal with the enemy in front of her.

However, some aspects were just as she had worried before. The psychic power of the mind flayer is very dangerous. In the chaotic battle with the mind flayer, Dalia had to face the mental fluctuations that erupted from the mind flayer's body more than once. She was hit by a mind blast, and the powerful mental power hit her body like a surging wave, and the headache almost made the priest faint.

Dalia didn't want to be hit a second time at all. There was still that kind of pain in her brain. When she was hit, she could feel those strange powers "crawling" along the surface of her limbs, causing ripples, and finally drilling into her head to exert its amazing pain. No kind of physical pain can compare with it. Dalia believes that the pain of pollution is better than any torture. She still feels scared about it. Until now, she is not sure whether it is a real magical phenomenon or an illusion caused by the distortion of perception due to headache.

Fortunately, after the injury of the mind blast, she has never been hit again.

There was a small problem inside the mind flayer. The priest, who was busy parrying the enemy's attack, had no time to think about the reason, but her enemy paused for a moment, and the tentacles were entangled in pain. Dahlia seized this brief opportunity, quickly approached the mind flayer while it was distracted, and hammered the mind flayer's head.

After that strange pause, Dahlia found that her enemies were a little sluggish, and they always looked at their own dungeons with panic during the battle. These flaws gave the priest more advantages and made Dahlia more handy in the battle.

Then, the enemy collapsed by itself.

They never forgot the original purpose of training Dahlia. Francis limited his combat intensity and only circled around the mind flayer to attract attention and disrupt the enemy's offensive rhythm. He would only help block the attack at critical moments. Dahlia became the main attacker in the team. With the support of Francis and Inlucian, she had killed three, and the fourth one was under control. As a result, the unexpected attackers rushed out from the other direction, and several furious former slaves of the gray dwarves took their crude weapons to complete the finishing blow.

After killing the mind flayer, the dwarves in coarse clothes kept a certain distance from Dalia and the other two, and watched them vigilantly, especially Francis. In the end, they chose to take a detour and leave, and went into the dark cave.

This was just the beginning. More slaves dressed similarly to the gray dwarves escaped from the direction of the dungeon. Some of them kicked a few times to vent their anger when passing by the body of the mind flayer, and then disappeared into the darkness.

The adventurers realized that a rebellion had occurred in the city of the mind flayers, and the sorcerer must have done something inside.

"We need to meet up with John." Francis gestured to enter the dungeon together. The calm expression on his face seemed to be saying another sentence "This is also part of the plan."

They went against the direction of the slaves' escape, and the bodies of the mind flayers were constantly found along the way. The deeper they went, the more tragic the bodies of the mind flayers were.

Dahlia looked at the street in front of her, which was covered with the gray flesh of the Mind Flayer, and her deep awe of the Warlock of Virtis became even deeper. The little priest's original fear of the Mind Flayer was now all transferred to John Kemp, but because it was not a personal experience, the dullness of reading a horror novel did not produce adverse changes in Dahlia.

While Dahlia was amazed in her heart, Francis had already climbed the stairs and moved towards the stalactite platform at the highest point of the dungeon. The moment he stepped into the city, Francis' eyes saw a vague shadow, which meant that the future of "the Warlock thwarting the main brain force" had changed.

The dark elf didn't know whether this uncertainty was beneficial or harmful, but he was sure that he should go up as soon as possible to provide as much help as possible, even if it was just standing next to the Warlock.

Francis quickly passed the wooden ladder, and the figure of John Kemp slightly relieved the urgency in the dark elf's heart. He looked around and made sure that there were no hidden threatening enemies, and then focused his attention on the abnormal state of the Warlock.

John Kemp stood there, with his right hand extended to the top of the head of a kneeling female dark elf, and his eyes closed tightly, as if he and the other party were under some kind of control and stopped in place.

"John?" Francis called the sorcerer's name.

The sorcerer opened his eyes and instinctively turned to this side. His vision was hazy and it took him a while to come back to his senses. Francis' call interrupted the sorcerer's psychic connection. Right under their eyes, the female dark elf rolled and crawled away from the sorcerer's hands and rushed to the suspended ladder far away from them.

No one tried to stop her.

Francis was more concerned about the sorcerer's current state.

"Did you let her go?"

"I was checking her memory just now, gently checking..."

"I hardly heard you use the word 'gentle'. It shouldn't be used on enemies."

"...Her identity is not ordinary."

"How unusual?" Francis had a strange feeling in his heart. The sorcerer looked at him differently than before. He realized that the other party would give an answer that he didn't expect.

Because Lucien and Dalia just caught up.

"Her last name is Brad, Mar Brad."

The sorcerer saw Francis Brad's pupils dilated, his eyes were in a complex tangle, his expression and body were a little tense.

"She is the second daughter of the current Brad family, the daughter of Madam Silna."

Silna. When Francis heard this name, his eyes became empty and fell into a trance of memories. Francis' voice was trembling, and that expression could not be called nostalgia.

"Sister, daughter?"

The adventurers were silent because of this amazing coincidence and the strange family affairs of the dark elves.

Only the illusionist, Lucien, showed an interested look.

Francis Brad pressed John's shoulders, and the dark elf did not realize that his strength was greater than before, as if he was trying to support himself.

The dark elf came to a conclusion.

"Don't worry about her, her descendants, no, the entire Brad family, have nothing to do with me."

This is the oath that the dark destroyer made before leaving the dark area.