Chapter 419 Surrender

The speed of the master-level powerhouse itself is ridiculously fast, and the ranger is a warrior class known for its super-fast explosive speed. When the two are combined, it creates the kind of extreme speed, like a silent breeze. General instant killing power.

Zola's shot was really too fast, coupled with the surprise effect caused by the sudden attack, the adjutant next to her had no time to react to what happened, until the head was separated from the neck, and the adjutant even kept the expression on his face that was about to rush up and fight. Punk and the others looked desperately arrogant, but his head had already fallen slowly in mid-air.

Until death came suddenly, this official-level fighter did not make any resistance or exclaim. Under the sneak attack of the master-level powerhouse, the fall of the adjutant was only a blink of an eye.

After killing his official-level adjutant, the remaining congregants who are generally at the apprentice level are naturally at the mercy of others. I saw Zola's blood-colored long whip lightly dancing, and a blade of light flew in the air at high speed. Flying by, along with Qingfeng and Yangyan being cut apart, there are dozens of heads full of surprise and puzzlement.

"These guys always like to call me "Queen of Beheading" in private. To be honest, I don't really like such an unbeautiful nickname, but... thinking about it now, I suddenly feel that what they describe is actually quite appropriate."

The light and fast moving steps avoided all the blood that fell like raindrops, and Zola's long red hair outlined a red figure in the scorching air.

"Okay, the crap that got in the way has been dealt with, can we have a good talk, of course, remind that knight brother, it's fine to talk here, the bed time should be reserved for more interesting things ".

Randomly flicking the long whip in his hand, a few drops of bright red blood were thrown onto the sand by the female ranger and disappeared without a trace.

For master-level powerhouses, it is too easy to kill more than 50 apprentice-level professionals. A simple move is enough to kill them in one blow. The death of a group of low-level professionals is not shocking, but What Zola said at this time made both Punk and Kane silent.

Of course, compared to the slightly flippant words of the female ranger, the dozens of heads falling neatly behind her also have a unique background effect.

"Hey hey hey! My uncle heard it right, did you give up the interesting battle and plan to negotiate? Really, you fellows from the Nightmare sect have learned to negotiate? Please~ don't be some boring conspiracy, What I am looking forward to is a hearty battle!"

Putting his spear on the ground, Kane, who took a step forward, began to look aggressive, and the punk standing next to Kane obviously didn't mean to relax his vigilance in the slightest. Facing an enemy at the level of a master-level powerhouse , no matter how careful you are, it is not an exaggeration.

Seeing Punk and Kane full of vigilance, Zola sighed slightly and helplessly dissipated the vindictive fluctuations around her. Then she threw the long whip to the ground and raised her hands behind her head:

"I surrender! How about it, can the two of you listen to me now? I have already betrayed the Nightmare Sect. Killing this group of sects is a bit of a vote of honor, and the next one is for the Nightmare Sect I will not hide any information, so can I ask the caster to temporarily put away the spell in his hand?"

Looking at the lavender light spot in Punk's hand with a little fear, Zola helplessly whispered her request.

Seeing Zola's face with a wry smile, Punk couldn't help squinting his eyes:

"The reason? Why did you surrender without a fight? Why did you come here? In the end...why did you betray the Nightmare Sect? You should understand what I mean."

The cold voice in Punk's mouth was full of deterrence as always, and with his pupils shining with azure blue brilliance, Punk, as a level 18 spellcaster, brought terrible oppression to everyone at this moment.

On the other side, Kane did not relax his vigilance and watched the enemy at all. After all, bombing and surrendering must be guarded against at any time, not to mention that Zola is still standing outside the punk magic trap. However, just dissipating the grudge and throwing away the weapon is not enough to make a master-level powerhouse lose his fighting power.

Compared with Zola's behavior, her answer to Punk's question is the most important now. I believe that as long as there is something wrong with her answer, Punk's spell and Kane's charge will definitely explode instantly. It's not a good man or a woman, it's the basic quality of every profit-oriented person to kill the wrong man rather than let it go!

Facing the spellcasters and knights who were ready to go at any time, Zola's forehead slowly shed a drop of sweat. Even if she was also a strong master, but facing the two monsters Punk and Kane at the same time, the female ranger still Under too much pressure.

"Well, I'll just answer these three questions one by one."

Knowing that the next answer was crucial, Zola also quickly restrained the slight provocation in his tone and became serious:

"There are two main reasons why I surrendered without a fight. First of all, I don't want to die. I can feel that both of them have higher professional levels than me. There are also a lot of magic traps in this town. When I started fighting, I felt that my chance of escaping was very slim!

On the other hand..."

Speaking of this, Zola swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said solemnly:

"It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for me to meet two strong men. This is an opportunity not to be missed. To overthrow the Nightmare Sect. If it's the two of you, maybe it's really possible to overthrow that damned old man. Get down from the altar and let this hateful nightmare sect be completely destroyed!

As for why I came here..."

Speaking of this, the corner of Zola's mouth curled up with an inexplicable self-mockery:

"On the one hand, I heard the news of the death of Kulon, that annoying sheep-headed shaman, and went to investigate. On the other hand... I really expected to find the strong man who killed that shaman. It seems that I am very lucky. ,I found it".

In the end, Zola put on a polite smile, smiled as much as possible and looked at Punk and Kane. I have to admit that Zola, who has always had a serious expression and heavy makeup, still has a unique charm when he smiles.

However, for Zola's optimistic and hopeful smile, apart from Kane whistled lightly, Punk directly chose to ignore it - he just keenly caught the key words in Zola's mouth, and now he hastened to ask That's right:

"What the hell did you say just now, old man? Are you talking about the leader of the Nightmare Sect?"

"Yes".

Zola nodded affirmatively, and said "damn old man", a lingering fear appeared on the female ranger's expression:

"The "damn old man" I'm talking about is the founder and ruler of the Nightmare Sect, the top powerhouse who has been raging in this desert for more than 300 years, and it has directly caused several masters to enter the Wild Waves Desert. The man behind the mysterious disappearance—the nineteenth-level master-level mage, Southend-Jess"!