The Defeated Dragon

It's the Wind Blade Wolf.

These cunning guys, who didn't come to grab the blood fruit the first time, showed up after a great war and wanted the fisherman to make a profit.

Previously, the three demonic beasts kept the team busy.

Now face seven at once, again at night, not in good condition, it is difficult to beat these wind blade wolves again.

“Sir, retreat. ”

Marcus pulled out the cigarette bags distributed directly in his hands: "Night wars are very bad for us, traps don't stop the wolves, and my left leg is injured and I can't use all my strength. Now that the smoke is lit, I use Multiple Arrows to cover the adult retreat, and we evacuate in the direction of the main road. ”

Lister was just like, "Okay! ”

Be fierce when you dry, and as crisp as running away.

The flint hasn't rubbed yet.

An awesome wolf shouted and pierced the eardrum: “Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww...”

Lister turned her head, but she had been in a coma on the ground. When she had stood up, she raised her head and shouted at the wolf in the sky.

His body seemed to expand like a balloon, a muscle beneath his hair, a pair of eyes covered with blood filaments, and his teeth sharpened.

Speed Magic Eye.

Lester sees that Shaking Mori's earthy yellow magic rises as if it were a flame, and looks like a fierce beast in a shower fire: “Shaking Mori! ”

Jitson heard Lester screaming, turning his head, and a moment of confusion in his eyes.

The next moment, the familiar picture flashes through, with Lister's instructions in his ear: "Attack the prey!” He couldn't help but follow Lister's finger and rush out.

There, there are two Windblade Wolves.

Seeing Shaking Forest rush to retreat, but at this time, Shaking Forest is fast, catching up with the Wolf in two steps, and releasing magic with open mouth.

A bigger rock prick jumped out of the ground and stranded one of the wind blades directly to the wolf, his stomach completely pierced and his intestines leaked with blood.

“Woo woo ah woo...” The Windblade Wolf screamed.

The other six wind blade wolves rushed towards Shaking Forest, there was no prelude to the war, and the war started directly. The wind blade of the wind blade wolf is thrown away, encountering branches and trunks, cut directly, the ground is also plowed out of the channel ditch. Shaksen's rock spurs are precisely fired, each time allowing the blade wolf to scratch a little.

It's like a tiger in a flock of sheep, unrivalled, and a windsword wolf tries to tear it apart and is often slapped in the palm of a hand.

Even if it is bitten, it is just a little peeled and the muscle blows up like a balloon, so that it effectively avoids the damage of the wolf's teeth.

Then he took a bite back, and the Windblade Wolf could not stand it, screaming and jumping away.

Blood is splashing, magic is flying.

Wolf dog war, brutal abnormality.

“Shaking Sen... Evolved?” Marcus squeezed the smoked herb firestone bag and shivered slightly, the scene was so spectacular that the dirt dog picked six wind blade wolves at a time.

Lester's breathing was a little rushed, and he just saw Shakespeare's eyes, as if he didn't know himself. There was even a bloodthirsty temper in the air, which was the instinct of the beast, and he had no doubt that Shakespeare would attack himself in the next moment.

Good thing he didn't panic at a critical moment and his brain was still clear.

Quickly issued an attack command to distract Shivering Sen.

Indeed, as he expected.

Shamson's instructions were conditional reflexes, and his subconscious swept out and attacked the windsword wolf. It just didn't occur to him that Shaksen had picked six and left no wind behind.

“I don't know, its magic is fierce, maybe evolution, maybe not evolution, anyway, it needs to be divulged!” Lester's tone is calm, but he is apathetic, "Mr. Marcus, Shakespeare seemed to have received blood fruit, a great deal of veterinary activity, ready to kill. ”

If the Six Parents really don't recognize it later, attack yourself.

He will never be soft.

Marcus focuses on pulling out bows and arrows, retreating to the vicinity of the intact trap, watching closely the scene of the Wolf Dog War: "Understood! ”

Stand in formation from the knights and place Lester's guard in the center.

Wait quietly.

The fighting did not last long.

Violently shaking the forest, finding the opportunity, the rock stabbed a windsword wolf, destroyed the surroundings of the wolves, and then started its own slaughter path. Grabbing a wind blade wolf violently, he didn't wait for the wind blade wolf to twist his body and run away. Another rock pierced him and tied him through.

It knows how to use magic much better than the Windblade Wolf, and the Rock Scythe is a magic for sneak attacks and has been trained by Lester for a long time.

One at a time.

The Windblade Wolf was brutally stuck to death by it.

And the violent smell of it gradually subsided, and when it was ready to kill the last Windblade Wolf, the magic ran out, failing to release the rock prick.

Watching the Blade Wolf escape a stroke and not head back to the distance.

For a while it gasped and forgot to chase.

But the next moment.

Four arrows flew, crucifying the wounded windsword wolf. It was Lister and Marcus who did it at the same time, picking up a leak.

Shooting the leaking wolf, the two bowed and arrowed again, aiming at Shivering Sen.

No shooting.

Lister called softly to Jitsun, who gasped: “Jitsun, sit down. ”

Shivering, his bloodthirsty eyes flashed and seemed to no longer understand Lester's instructions or know who Lester was. Just hold your breath and stare at Lester and the others, no movement.

Lister stays in the archery position.

There are five kinds of mixed tastes in my heart.

Raise emotions for six months, even if not as a pet. He didn't want to be a stranger, and then he killed Shakespeare himself - the loss wasn't just a blood fruit, it was a lot of good stuff.

Time passed by bit by bit.

Lester's mood also darkened a little bit.

At this moment, however, Jensen slowly sat down and shouted "whoop” at him.

instantly, in a happy mood, Lister laughed and waved: “Shaking Sen, come back! ”

Shaking his tail, he limped and ran towards him. He rolled down his horse, touched Shivering Mori's fur, and Shivering Mori extended his tongue very well, licking Lester's palm. Its eyes have retreated from the bloodthirsty orangutan color, restoring its former spirituality and flashes.

Marcus showed a smile and turned back and shouted: "Clean the battlefield, clear the prey, let's go back! ”

The knights were relieved of their nervousness, laughing, picking up the corpse of the beast, packing it and hanging it on the horse. In this battle, the thorn ridge to the south, I'm afraid there is no more warcraft - the thorn ridge has been separated by the main road, fenced and completely divided into two sections between the north and the south.

“How's the leg?” Ask Lister.

“It's just a skin trauma, no bone damage," replied Marcus as he was wrapped up. My lord, Jensen, is this evolution? Is it an intermediate warcraft? ”

“I don't know, it looks... bigger. ”