Fierce hunters and infallible trackers, mantid warriors are equally unpredictable outsiders, and even those who don't know them think they are bloodthirsty and ferocious monsters.

But for the mantis man Kha'Zix, whether from his actions, his heart, or even his soul, he is not a bloodthirsty creature known as a 'perfect hunter'.

Because he is simply not qualified, at least he thinks so.

He used to be a mantis ranger who wandered alone in the deserts, bushes and grasslands of the southern kingdom, and liked to call himself: 'The Wanderer' and the 'Lone One'.

He likes hot, warm, dry climates, even the arid plains and deserts that no other race can adapt to.

Moreover, he is also very fond of adventures with the nature-loving druids and rangers of other races.

However, although he has the rich human emotions, when he wants to express these complex emotions to others, only two confusing tentacles on his forehead shaking back and forth, and his jaw rubbing A strange language of whistles and crackles.

Therefore, almost no one can know Kha'Zix's vivid and emotional thoughts and inner feelings.

Although he does not see all creatures as potential food, he does not like the taste of elf flesh and blood like his kin, nor does he slaughter wildly for fun or survival.

However, in the eyes of the world, he is still considered to be a bloodthirsty mantis monster, and he cannot be avoided.

Someone once said to Kha'Zix: No matter how complicated the world around you is, you must protect the kindness and warmth in your heart.

So, Kha'Zix, who thought it made a lot of sense, did so.

And it didn't take long for the kind-hearted him to be brutally sold to the **** arena of Rezim King City in the Underdark.

Kha'Zix looked at the dark green blood gushing out of his abdomen, but there was no resentment in his compound eyes that shone scarlet in the dim environment.

Of course, even if there were, it would be difficult for other races to tell them apart.

Although his exoskeleton carapace helped him resist the fatal blow, it couldn't defend against the deepest hidden heartache.

After all, he still paid a heavy price for his kindness... again.

Kha'Zix gently swayed the pair of small tentacles on his forehead, quietly looking at Gerson, the drow elf, who was rushing towards the room, his scarlet compound eyes condensed slightly, and the translucent insect wings behind him instantly swept from both sides. stretch out.

- "Psionic: Displacement!"

Immediately afterwards, Kha'Zix's pale yellow figure disappeared without a trace.

Psionic talent is a special ability that very few mantis people can master. As a mutant mantis, Kha'Zix is ​​fortunate to have this powerful auxiliary ability.

Gerson, who was halfway there, suddenly found that the air in front of him trembled, so he instinctively waved his sword to meet him.

"clang!"

The long sword rubbed against the sharp front claws of the mantis, making a symphonic sound of gold and iron not to be outdone.

Immediately, the two distanced themselves as if they understood each other.

"Do you have to stop me?"

Gerson pulled out his double swords, changed his previous obedience, and looked at the seriously injured mantis man Kha'Zix with an indifferent expression.

"This is my mission."

Kha'Zix endured the pain of the wound in his abdomen, and the screeching of insects seemed to be shrill mockery.

It was Evelyn who redeemed him from the **** arena of Rezim King City, so he must carry out the tasks entrusted to him by Evelyn.

- "Psionic energy: strengthen the beast's claws!"

As soon as Kha'Zix's voice fell, his mind moved, and he immediately cast another psionic spell. His pair of sharp claws like a sickle suddenly flashed a cold light, and under the light of the demon fire, the edge was revealed.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The two swift figures collided again, and a dense clanging sound could be heard in this depressing stone room.

- "Psionic Energy: Three-Edged Shuttle!"

Suddenly, in the other pair of claws below the front claws of the mantis man Kaz, who had never moved, a psionic weapon composed of triangular blades appeared out of thin air.

Then, taking advantage of the gap in the fierce battle between the two sides, he accurately hit both thighs of Gerson.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Two strands of blood spattered, and the drow's body swayed, and then he fell directly to the ground, unable to stand up no matter how hard he tried.

"Kazik, don't you have family? Do you know how your family feels after losing you for more than a year? Do you have no sympathy at all?"

Crawling on the ground, Gerson, who was in despair, roared at Kha'Zix angrily.

"Family?" Kha'Zix twitched the pair of small tentacles on his forehead, his scarlet compound eyes froze for a moment, his sharp forepaws also stopped in mid-air, and a fragment of his life in a certain world suddenly appeared in his mind. memory.

However, this pause was only fleeting, a cold light flashed across the dazed compound eyes, and the sharp blade in mid-air whistled, slashing towards Gerson's head without hesitation.

Suddenly, a voice transmission appeared in Kha'Zix's mind again, causing him to withdraw his weapon directly.

"Evelyn said, to fulfill your wishes, you... just do it yourself."

The mantis man Kha'Zix with a complicated expression glanced at Gerson who was struggling to get up, dropped a sentence, and flew out of the stone house that made him feel depressed.

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The other side of the stone room.

The priestesses surrounded the icon of Rose, the spider goddess, and in the flames of the eight braziers, whispered to the goddess to assist them in their battle.

Priestess Rose Evelyn looked at the baby in her arms for a long time, then threw it directly to another priestess beside her, and said lightly:

"Give this child to Gerson, and let him get out of Rezim King City before everything is settled."

The priestess responded respectfully and turned away with the baby in her arms.

At this time, Shirlin, who was standing on the other side, suddenly exclaimed, and her expression immediately returned to calm.

Immediately afterwards, she touched a magic dagger hidden in her sleeve, and moved closer to Evelyn without a trace.

Because she finds her psychic connection to Carlock begins to weaken, which proves Carlock is at stake, Shirrin thinks her chance is here.

Now, their family has been recognized by the spider **** queen, and the war in front of them will soon be over.

Marion is already dead, and if Evelyn dies again, then she will become the mistress of the Fourth Calamity Family.

Shirlin must take advantage of this golden opportunity to kill Evelyn.

"Carlock is dying now. He asked me to ask you, do you still blame him for that?"

Shirlin walked over to Evelynn with a relaxed expression, staring at her changing expression from the corner of her eyes, and said eagerly, "Hurry up and answer, or it will be too late."

"Kalock..." Evelynn's figure trembled slightly, and then she returned to calm, only to see a powerful magic wave suddenly gathered in her palm.

An invisible force instantly locked Shirrin's thin body, which had not reacted, and was unable to move.

"This sentence, the day before I set off...he asked me." Evelyn's expression turned cold, and she pushed her palm vigorously, and Shirlin's controlled body slammed into the wall of the stone room. up.

"boom!"

There was an ear-piercing crackling sound, and the priestess Shirlin slumped on the cold rocky ground.

"It turns out that you have just stepped into the paradigmatic way." Shirlin's unwilling scarlet eyes slowly dimmed.

"Go all out to attack the Wan Ruide family!"

As soon as Evelyn's voice fell, she surrounded the spider **** statue, and all the priestesses who formed the eight spider magic circles murmured high-spirited magical incantations.

As the prayers of the divine incantation became louder in the stone chamber, the flames of the eight braziers rose again, and the icon of the spider **** queen began to appear a little full of divine brilliance.

The faint divine brilliance quickly gathered into Evelyn's body, and her delicate face became distorted and crazy as the divine brilliance increased.

Evelyn, who couldn't bear the pressure of divine power, immediately squeezed all the pain she had endured into extremely concentrated divine energy.

At the moment when this powerful force was formed, all the priestesses surrounding the icon were smashed into the air mercilessly, and the flames of the eight braziers suddenly rushed to the top of the cave, and the hot pillar of flame reflected the entire stone chamber hall Like a bright red abyss.

- "Mind Blast!"

As the powerful forces gathered and formed, Evelynn guided this divine force with difficulty, and with a mighty thunderous force, instantly blasted towards the temple of the Wan Ruide family.

Inside the shrine of the Wanruide family.

"No! Why abandon us!!"

The new mistress, who was crouching on the ground and praying frantically, felt that the magical power in her body had completely disappeared, and her eyes that were beating with fire stared angrily at the icon of the spider **** queen, and let out a desperate roar.

"boom!"

As soon as the words fell, the icon in front of Mistress Wan Ruide was blown to pieces by an invisible force, and this powerful magical force also overturned all the surrounding sacrifices to the ground.

In the hall, all the priestesses were seriously injured by the power of the magic, and they struggled to stand up.

However, all was in vain.

At this time, the snake-head whip wrapped around the waist of the most embarrassed Wan Ruide family mistress began to dance wildly uncontrollably. The six activated poisonous snakes in the whip stared coldly at the distorted face of the family mistress, revealing the sharpness directly. fangs.

Stone room on the other side.

"It's finally over..." The weak Evelyn slumped weakly on the icy rocky ground. She reached out and put her long dry white hair wet with sweat behind her ears. On her ebony-colored face was A bleak smile.

Then, the pale red eyes looked around, looking at the priestesses who were safe and sound, slightly relieved, and turned their eyes to the icon of the spider **** queen again, with a pious and crazy face:

"It is my duty to recast the glory of the fourth natural disaster! We will call today's action: the prelude to the rise!"

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