"Sean once told me that there are two most important things in this world, simply put, to make yourself happy and to make the people around you happy, and if I can't even protect them, then how can I make them happy?"

And Herb looked at Sean's state and hurriedly coughed twice to pull Sean back to reality. Sean looked at the ink, said nothing, flicked his black cloak, and walked away without looking back.

Ink looked at Herb and said, "Did I say the wrong thing?" Ink asked in a low voice like a child who had made a mistake. But Herb said, "You're right, there's nothing wrong with that, he probably thinks of something else, don't worry too much." Mo Mu Ne let out an "oh", and turned his eyes to look at Sean's back, which seemed to be a little desolate, and the slight warm wind of early summer swept over and over his hunting black cloak over and over again.

For a moment, Mur felt that his words must have touched something important in Sean's heart.

"If you have time, you can talk to him in the evening!" Hebo looked at Mo, who was a little distracted, and then continued, "But now, we have to start training." ”

After saying that, he glanced at Flynn, who immediately flapped his wings and flew quickly into the depths of the forest, and came out in a short time, but there was a timber wolf behind him.

"So, this is my new opponent, isn't it?" Mo didn't look at Hepo's nod, rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the Timberwolves.

Raising his sword and shield, Mo began to devote himself to the battle, he stared closely at the timberwolf, which was a very ordinary timberwolf, which could be judged by its coat color, eyes and body shape.

But Mo overlooked one point, which was also done by Hepp on purpose, the wolf hadn't eaten in two days!

Seeing this, Mo breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, after all, it was not a mutated or creepy creature. The Timberwolves only paid a brief attention to the ink, and then began to attack without mercy.

The timberwolves began to run quickly, a little faster than Mo imagined, but it was obvious that its intention was Mo's throat, which was the timberwolves' inertial attack, and the next one must be a leap attack, and Mo began to quickly approach the timberwolves, and he had already figured out how to deal with it.

Sure enough, four to five meters away from Mo, the timberwolf jumped up and opened his bloody mouth to reach Mo's throat. Mo was already prepared, and the shield he held tightly in his left hand slammed into the timberwolf's head, and if it hit, it would definitely be enough to make the wolf dizzy.

But soon the facts proved that Mo's idea was wrong, the speed of the timberwolf exceeded his prediction, although the shield accurately hit the head, but the front paws of the timberwolf quickly left two long blood marks on Mo's arm, and then landed firmly on the ground, the strength of the body was not at all the result of Mo's expectations, the timberwolf just simply shook his head, and began to prepare for the next attack.

And the thick smell of blood made the already hungry timberwolf even more crazy, its eyes began to be bloodshot, and Mo also felt a little wrong, but wolves are generally more cautious and cunning, and it stands to reason that they will not fight hard as soon as they come up, Mo thought that he must have done something in the middle, but now he didn't have time to think about it.

The Timberwolves did not pounce directly on Mo this time, but used his speed to begin to weaken Mo's patience and combat effectiveness little by little, and soon Mo's hands, feet, and backs were full of blood marks from the Timberwolves, and Mo's physical strength gradually became exhausted, and Mo gasped and began to find it more and more difficult to deal with the Timberwolves' attack.

At this moment, the timberwolf seized the opportunity and directly threw Mo, who had become sluggish, to the ground, all the weapons in Mo's hand fell, and pinched the throat of the timberwolf with both hands to prevent the timberwolf's blood basin from advancing for another half a minute.

Mo who faced the life-and-death struggle for the first time seemed a little nervous and scared, and for a while it was so stalemate, the timberwolf was attracted by the smell of blood on Mo's body and couldn't stop at all, and Mo couldn't move when he was pressed under this wolf who was bigger than himself.

Beads of sweat slipped down Mo's cheeks, he was almost at the limit, and the Timberwolves struggled and resisted more and more vigorously.

Mo didn't have time to cast magic at this time, and just when Hebo felt that Mo had exhausted his donkey skills, Mo made a move that surprised it!

Mo actually bit the neck of the timberwolf directly with his mouth, refusing to let go, this time the timberwolf let go of the claws that pressed the ink, Mo immediately turned over and directly pressed the timberwolf, the blood kept falling from the corner of Mo's mouth and dyed the clothes red with ink, Mo didn't dare to slack off at all, and pressed the wolf's head to the ground with all his might, until the bite was sour, and the timberwolf slowly stopped struggling from the painful whimper.

Because of the excessive blood loss, the Timberwolves no longer had the strength to stand up again. Mo slowly stood up in Hepo's surprised eyes, he wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and the sweat on his head, looked at Hepo, and said, "I think, I can be regarded as winning too, right?"

Hebo didn't know what to say at this time, it was indeed Mo who won, but what didn't make her think was that Mo relied neither on his magic nor on his weapons, but on his survival instinct and perseverance. Then he watched as Ink healed the Timberwolves with the darkness he wasn't yet proficient in.

Seeing this, Hebo slowly walked to Mo's side and said, "You won!" Mo gave a faint sigh of gratitude, and began to heal the Timberwolf's injuries with full concentration, the Timberwolf was a little resistant at first, but soon understood Mo's intentions, and lay quietly and let Mo consume the magic elements in his body.

With the continuous infusion of dark elements, the timberwolf's wounds began to slowly heal, and his body slowly recovered. But this consumed a lot of Mo's energy, and Mo looked at the timberwolf who was slowly standing up, and sat on the ground with a little prostration.

Hebo slowly walked up to Mo's side and said, "You are really the most impressive one among my many students, although your progress speed and elemental affinity are not the most outstanding, but your spirit and perseverance are definitely the most tenacious. Hebo praised Mo without concealment, Mo smiled with pale lips, looked at the back of the timberwolf returning to the forest alone, and said: "Thank you for affirming Hepo, but I'm afraid I need to take a break now, I want to talk to Sean in the evening, I hope you can help me tell me." ”

After saying that, he struggled to get up, but failed, and he sat back down. Hebo picked up his staff of dead wood and lightly tapped Mo's body, and a stream of black elements quickly entered Mo's body, as if the dry earth was irrigated by a downpour, filling Mo's whole body bit by bit.

After dinner, Mo's body was almost recovered. In the past few months, Mur is still very curious about Sean and Herb's motivation for training him, and the same is true of their backgrounds. Mo stood in front of the window, and saw a few fireflies dotting the primeval forest in the distance, and his mind reproduced what Herb had told him about his mother the other day, and his heart was troubled for a while.

He sighed to himself, pushed open the door with a frown, and walked straight towards the church hall.

As you step into the hall, the dim candlelight surrounds the space. Sean sat alone on the stone chair on the steps, holding a book in his hand, his purple eyes flickering from time to time under his tightly knit brows, and his handsome and resolute face was particularly beautiful by candlelight at this time. Mo walked slowly to the side of the steps, looking up at the mysterious and formidable demon slightly.

When Sean saw Mo's arrival, he slowly closed the book and put it on the armrest of the stone chair, and adjusted his sitting posture slightly before speaking: "Herb said you are looking for me, is there anything wrong?" He raised his eyebrows, there was a slight sense of pressure in his eyes, and there was not much expression on his face. But still looking good, Mur has never paid so much attention to Sean's looks.