The smell of Mystra _2

Outside the cave.

Roger sneered in his heart.

He quickly put away the horn.

At this moment.

The exit of the demon refining cave was already filled with a sea of vengeful souls!

They howled madly.

He forcefully tore at the remaining weak seals.

Roger carefully sensed around, but didn't find any trace of cesia.

This was actually a very rare thing.

One had to know that demons were famous for their strong smell ...

This was especially true for a demon of her level. Wherever she went, the Hellfire followed her like a shadow, and it would be difficult to not leave any traces.

In between his thoughts.

"CI La La!"

A sound came from the seal.

A vengeful spirit reached out its claws at Roger.

Roger muttered to himself for a moment.

He couldn't help but point his middle finger.

With a whoosh.

The lava spurted right into the vengeful spirit's face!

The vengeful spirit struggled for a while.