And Arenia herself swiftly flew back.
"Boom!!!"
The massive black hand struck the ground heavily, kicking up dust.
The Half-Elf Ranger Arenia now bore a look of relief from narrowly escaping death.
’I managed to dodge it!’
However, in another direction, someone had already set their sights on him.
As a Dragon Vein Mage, exceptional physical capabilities and high regenerative abilities are almost standard.
Especially when the body is in a mutated state, such recovery is even more astonishing.
So, as Aiel blocked the relentless arrows with his dragon claws and climbed out from the embedded castle wall, the wound on his chest was already halfway healed.
After glancing at the red figure on the third floor, he focused his gaze on the Half-Elf Arenia who had just attacked him.
"Insignificant creature, how dare you attack me!"
"Die!"
"Swish!"
A gray-white figure rapidly streaked across the air!
"Sss!"
Just having escaped the pursuit of Bigby’s Hand, the Half-Elf Ranger Arenia’s heart relaxed, yet he was still mid-air, about to touch the ground.
He suddenly felt a strong sense of danger coming from the left.
When he abruptly turned his head to look.
A gray-white figure rapidly approached, it was the White Dragon Mage Aiel!
This made Arenia’s eyes widen, his whole body trying desperately to twist away.
But being mid-air, he could only slightly shift half a body’s position, simultaneously blocking with his bow.
"Sss!"
The gray-white figure brought a gust of wind, flashing by half a meter from him!
’Dodged it?’
The thought had just surfaced in the Half-Elf Ranger Arenia’s mind, when he felt a sharp pain in his neck.
Following which, he sensed a whirlwind, as if the whole world had flipped upside down!
And the cry of Sulfur Vine reached his ears—’Arenia!’
...
Two minutes ago.
Outside the second room on the east side of the third floor of the castle.
A petite figure seemed to blend into the darkness of the corridor, carefully observing the situation inside the room.
Reflected through crystal-clear eyes.
In the center of the room stood a large iron cage, inside which a middle-aged man, with disheveled hair and a scruffy beard, wearing a dusty linen garment, was shackled to a foot chain dragged by thick chain balls.
The man’s expression was numb, his body slouched, but even so, his broad build and muscular back indicated he was once a formidable warrior or knight.
’Found him!’
’This should be Baron Olsen, Reya’s father!’
This revelation made Laisa overjoyed, having found him after checking only two rooms.
Moreover, after surveying the area, Laisa didn’t notice any additional traps.
She immediately decided to call Reya and Elise.
Laisa took a couple of steps back, waving towards the two at the stairwell’s corner.
Soon, both women arrived at the room’s entrance.
As Laisa cautiously opened the door,
"Father!"
Seeing the tormented Baron Olsen, Reya, usually a resilient squad leader, found her eyes suddenly welling up.
As if hearing the familiar call of "father".
Baron Olsen raised his head vacantly, though for a moment, he didn’t quite come to his senses, feeling it was a hallucination.
But when he recognized the person standing before him, suddenly, a light indescribable burst from his eyes.
"Reya, is it really you? You..."
As he spoke, Baron Olsen hesitated, glancing at Elise and Laisa beside Reya, he refrained from speaking further.
He couldn’t determine whether his daughter was impersonated by a Shapeshifter.
"Uncle Connor, do you still remember me? I am Elise, from Morton Commerce Association."
Elise guessed the situation, immediately stepping forward to identify herself.
Baron Olsen’s full name, Connor Olsen.
"Are you Old Morton’s daughter?"
"Yes, Uncle Connor!"
Elise’s appearance made Baron Olsen somewhat trust that the three before him were not impersonated by a Shapeshifter.
However, the precision and difficulty of identifying the Transformation Spell of the Shapeshifter left him cautious.
"Laisa, quickly, help open the cage."
"Oh, okay!"
Laisa immediately prepared to unlock.
"Wait, be cautious, there’s a Guardian Array here."
"You really are... Reya!"
Seeing Laisa’s unlocking action, Baron Olsen mostly believed that the girl in front of him was his long-missed daughter.
"Yes, Father!"
Saying this, Reya looked at her father, dirty with messy beard and hair, her heart mixed with emotions.
After all, her father with over ten years of military service, always paid close attention to his appearance.
From her childhood memories, she’d never seen her father so disheveled.
"Click!"
With the crisp sound of a spring, the shackles were unlocked.
"Done! Mission accomplished!" Laisa clapped her hands, bursting into laughter.
At this moment, the intense combat in the castle plaza below attracted the attention of the four in the room.
"Reya, did you come with other companions?" Baron Olsen couldn’t help but look at his daughter.
"Yes, another comrade is below, battling the White Dragon Mage Aiel!"
"White Dragon Mage?"
"Your comrade is so formidable?!"
Baron Olsen looked surprised.
He had seen that White Dragon Mage, if he were to face him alone, his winning chance might have been 40-60.
Of course, even if the opponent could defeat him, it wouldn’t be without difficulty.