Chapitre 351: I'm Hungry

The mage's eyes quivered, "In death, we're one, and with blood. We're bound!" He cried, hellish blue flames raging from his chest.

The rats got incinerated instantly as the mage's body turned into ash.

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Thud! Thud! Thud! The fighter ran as fast as he could, "We're almost at the end. Is the spell ready?" He glared back.

"It should have been ready if we didn't lose Jaron. A minute is all we need," A mage growled, a faint magic circle emerging around his wrist. A tiny ball of magic danced between his fingers.

The fighter looked forward, seeing an iron bar door. "We reached the end. This should take us outside the city." He looked at the bag on his shoulder, "Hold tight, lady. This is going to be rough," He pulled his sword, smiling as veins bulged on his legs and arms.

CLAP! The fighter swung his sword like a flash, cutting through the iron rusted iron bars as if they were nothing.