Four Split Personalities

"Cough cough, don’t mention it, don’t mention it, actually my name is Lorum..."

With a flushed face, Lorum smiled awkwardly, and tried hard to look away, to not gaze at the cleavage subtly revealed under the leather armor due to a ninety-degree bow—touching the tip of his nose, he said embarrassingly, "Well, why don’t you go back and rest a bit, the monsters that slipped in should all be dead now..."

"Oh, be careful Mr. Lorum!" Elsa nodded tearfully, then briskly wiped her short sword while hurrying toward the rear, and after running seven or eight steps, she ’plop’ fell to the ground, then stood up, smiled apologetically to Lorum, and after running a few more steps, she ’plop’ fell to the ground again...

"Ha, should I really change my name to ’Screw’ instead?"

Lorum reluctantly moved his gaze away from a certain figure that was already stupefied and now had developed Leg Weakness out of fear, mumbling quietly and a bit conflicted, before turning his head to the black panther who was bravely fighting two mutants not far away, cheering loudly, "Fight! Hit harder! Move faster, aim for their weak points for a fatal blow! Hey, are you two dim-witted? Scratch his face!"

"Lorum you damn fool, who the hell are you cheering for?!"

The Druid Emang Black Leaf, transformed into a black panther, knocked over the mutant to the left while turning back and cursing aloud, "You bastard, not helping?!"

Lorum shook his head, pointed to his blood-soaked right leg, and said with a wry smile, "Can’t move, can’t pass, rest in peace."

"Damn!"

The black panther cursed fiercely, then kicked the other mutant flying with one powerful kick and swiftly ran up to Lorum, "Get on my back, I’ll take you back."

"No way."

The latter shook his head calmly, showing his blood-drenched right hand to Emang, "You help me with Treatment here, I’m in too much pain to draw the bow."

"If you don’t go back for treatment now, you won’t even be able to walk later, let alone draw a bow?!"

Emang turned around and forcefully stomped down on a mutant that squeezed through two Shield Warriors and was itching to claw at people, shouting loudly, "Hurry up and get on, I’ll take you back, we’re two less..."

"Even one less won’t do."

Lorum struggled to pick up a Hand Crossbow from his waist, strung it with his teeth, and pulled the trigger to shoot through the shoulder of a distant mutant, saying out of breath, "Everyone is almost at their limit, if the defensive line really collapses, we’re all done for, Elsa will die too..."

"Your tendon will snap if it’s not taken care of! Here won’t miss us two..."

"It will!"

Lorum strung the bow again with his teeth, his speech unclear, "The Black Vatican Priest hasn’t called for a replacement yet, neither of us can leave."

Emang’s feline face crinkled with concern, "But..."

"Stop the nonsense, both of you go."

A tall figure ran over from behind, grabbed Lorum by the collar, lifting him onto Emang’s back, and declared loudly, "I’m Raymond from the first combat sequence, you guys can withdraw!"

"First combat sequence?"

Emang blinked, puzzled, "But didn’t you guys just withdraw, how come you’re back to support us?"

Raymond shook his head, "I’m not..."

Bang!

A mutant fell from the sky, crashing ferociously near the feet of the three.

Whoosh!

At the same time, a knight wrapped in Heavy Armor zoomed past them.

Whoosh whoosh!

Two... three...

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Twenty, thirty, forty...

Lorum and Emang were instantly pale on the spot.

"So, I didn’t come to support you."

In the deafening sound of horse hooves, Raymond shouted in their ears, "I came to remind you to be careful not to get trampled to death."

Chapter 439: The End