The little whites let out a clear hiss, and then rushed to the wolves (people) in front of William on his back.

As a Dire from the Shadow Plane, Xiaobai's quality is naturally not comparable to those inferior horses that can be ridden.

Although the degree of resistance to beating is not much different from that of ordinary war horses, but after all, it has been impregnated by shadow energy, Xiaobai's physical fitness is not bad, and it may not be afraid of these werewolves if it is one-on-one, not to mention that there is a giant wearing human skin sitting on its back.

One man and one horse brazenly crashed into the wolf (human) pack, William relied on his rough skin and thick flesh, and did not do any defensive action, using a completely rogue style of exchanging injuries (scratches) for life.

When the fierce werewolf meets the even fiercer giant, his claws are numb. Even if they swarmed up under the witch's command, it was no different from tickling William.

What made the wolf even more desperate was that although the human fist was not big, it was like a sharp hammer, and it could not be hard-connected at all, as long as it was hit, it was not far from death.

It was just a time to catch her breath, and more than half of the remaining werewolves were killed, during which the black-robed witch only had time to throw out a qi blade, and she didn't even release the second spell.

However, by the time she came back to her senses, the werewolves were already dead and running, and even the silver* werewolves on the ground had been dragged away. The huge clearing suddenly fell silent, and apart from her, there were only four little witches who had just been transformed.

The hand holding the short staff couldn't help but tremble, and the black-robed witch's eyes were full of despair.

A fist that a werewolf with rough skin and thick flesh can't withstand, and it's even more impossible for a witch with thin skin and tender flesh to catch it, and I'm afraid she won't even be able to keep her appearance with a punch.

The worst thing is that she doesn't even dare to run now.

Although Jessica's injuries are not light, her horse is not injured, a third-order witch without teleportation skills, even if she has eight legs, she can't run away from the Dire that can move.

Not to mention the counterattack, that man is estimated to be a strength-type fourth-order professional, and he is just a third-order [Empowerment Witch], even if he risks his life, how big a wave can he make?

Regarding the gap between herself and the fourth-order professional, the black-robed witch couldn't be clearer.

Of the nine stages of a professional, the two ranks, the fourth and seventh ranks, signify qualitative change. As long as you cross that threshold and become the fourth order, you will have the terrifying ability to affect the course of the war on your own.

A third-order professional only needs a dozen trained first- and second-order professionals to deal with, and if they cooperate properly, they can even trap or even kill him altogether.

However, if the third order becomes the fourth order, then this number will be more than ten times more than ten times, and most of them can only be dragged rather than killed.

In front of the powerful fourth-order professionals, the number of low-level professionals did not make much sense, and the werewolves who had just left a dozen corpses had already proved it with their lives.

Looking at the werewolf corpses on the ground, the black-robed witch had the word horror written all over her face.

She had seen a lot of corpses, but these rotten vegetables were piled up on the ground, but there were more than a dozen werewolves!

The combat effectiveness of the werewolf just now is average, similar to that of a first-order professional, or even a little weaker. However, most of these werewolves who were killed just now had been transformed for more than ten years, and their combat power was already equivalent to that of a slightly weaker second-order professional.

Not to mention that there are two old werewolves whose "age" is over fifty years old, in addition to not having third-order combat skills, their physical fitness alone is not much different from the third-order.

However, under this man's raised fist, whether it is the [young wolf] who has just been transformed, or the [old wolf] that has been transformed for fifty years, all of them are instantaneous, and they are not qualified to fight at all. There is no doubt that it is the lethality of a fourth-order professional.

The black-robed witch's throat moved up and down, swallowed slowly, and began to think about how to survive in the hands of this man.

......

After dealing with the surrounding werewolves, seeing that several witches in the distance had no intention of making a move, William rode to Jessica's side, and then turned over and dismounted to check her injuries first.

"You don't have to help me...... I'm just coughing! ahem...... Hurt a little bit......"

The female knight pushed away William's hand, which was about to examine her body, and sat up with difficulty with the wolf corpse next to her.

However, the injuries to her ribs and back were so severe that she couldn't get up after several attempts, so she had to curl up on her long legs, half-leaning on the wolf corpse and gasping slowly.

The sound of horses' hooves was heard, and the little whites who had a good heart with her heart walked over in small steps, gently grabbed Jessica's collar, and helped the stubborn master barely stand up straight. Jessica touched Xiaobai's head affectionately, and then leaned on it half-lying on its stomach.

However, even though half of her body weight was pressed on Xiaobai's body, she still stood crookedly and kept her swaying appearance.

The female knight put her arms around Xiaobai's neck to keep her balance, and looked at William calmly: "Thank you this time, if it weren't for you, I'm afraid I would be in big trouble......"

Do you call this big trouble?

William looked the wounded female knight up and down, and when she spoke, there was a dull sound, and her lungs must have been injured, and the ribs were not spared.

The scratch on the back was blurry with flesh and blood, and at a glance, I knew that the injury must not be light, not to mention that there were all kinds of wounds of various sizes and sizes, which were already considered serious injuries.

Girl, you don't have a bald head, but you also have a hard mouth......

William shook his head helplessly, then glanced absently at the female knight's legs.

The flesh and bones are symmetrical, slender and fit, one word is long, two are good-looking, and three words are playing with the New Year...... But that's not the point.

The point is that these two long legs are shaking all the time, and it looks like they are about to lose their hold, and Jessica may fall to the ground at any moment.

Seeing that William's gaze kept rolling over her lap, her face, which was pale from excessive blood loss, suddenly surged into crimson.

The female knight's face was a little feverish, but this had nothing to do with anything like a hero saving beauty or girlish feelings, but simple shame and embarrassment......

When parting ways with William, Jessica boasted that she wanted to become the strongest force in the land and let her army suppress the whole of France......

Okay, the army that claims to suppress the flange has lost ninety percent, and the so-called strongest force is left with a royal palace, and it seems that the palace will not be able to be saved.

The sworn speeches that had once passed through her ears like a marquee, as if they had turned into small transparent leather whips, snapped on the buttocks of the female knight, and whipped her with shame and indignation.

Jessica grabbed a handful of little white's mane and tugged hard, tugging, tugging......

Shame!

It was enough to lose face when he was beaten by Leonard before, but now he has lost even the king, and if William comes later, he won't even be able to save his life.

The female knight turned her head, not daring to look at William's eyes, for fear of seeing ridicule or banter in his eyes, and she even felt that even ridicule or banter would be enough, and if it was pity and sympathy, it would be completely shameless!

At the beginning, William refused her repeated solicitations, and got back into the arms of that woman, she always remembered this matter, and now that she sees William again, the mentality of the female knight is similar to the feeling of meeting her ex-boyfriend.

As the saying goes, breaking up is not terrible, whoever is miserable is embarrassed.

There is no doubt that the worse side now must be Jessica, the rebel who died under her subordinates, and has completely lost the capital to "fight for face".

What's even more tragic is that in the days to come, she may have to take refuge in the "current ex-boyfriend", train the army for that power-hungry woman, and lead the troops to fight for her...... In order to survive, lie down under her long skirt and let it be driven.

The female knight's hand tugging at the little white mane became heavier and heavier, pulling, pulling, pulling, pulling...... A lot of manes fluttered in the wind, as if this was the only way to ease the shame and embarrassment in my heart.

The woman who was beaten by herself and fled in embarrassment, and who was good for nothing but playing tricks and seducing subordinates, was really going to ride on her head!

Thinking of her bright future, Jessica, who lost so badly, almost wanted to die in the saddle.

"Let's go up!"

A familiar voice sounded in her ears, and seeing that she looked like she was struggling to stand, William crouched down slightly, grabbed the long legs of the female knight, ignored her weak struggle, and dragged her on horseback.

"Remember to put your arms around the horse's neck and don't fall to your death. ”

“......”

Jessica silently put her arms around the horse's neck and buried her head in Xiaobai's mane and remained silent.

......

After confirming that Jessica's injuries were not fatal, William turned his head to look at the trembling witch opposite, he had always felt that this woman in black robe was a little familiar.

After carefully looking up and down, after seeing the short staff in the witch's hand, William suddenly realized.

Hang friends!

This woman is the leader of Leonard's army of witches, and the thing in her hand looks like a stick, but it is actually a branch that has been broken from an Ancient Tree Druid.

It is said that it has a strong bonus effect on the spells of the natural sequence, and it also has a certain amount of additional damage to dark creatures.

Unfortunately, I later heard that she tried to assassinate the Demon Mistress with that stick, but the operation failed, and Leonard hung it on the city gate, and the stick disappeared.

Looking at the stick she was clutching in her hand, William shook his head regretfully.

If you kill her this time, you should be able to get this thing, but it's a pity that you can't use it anymore, the output of the flesh and blood demon giant depends on Ping A, and now what you need is that kind of thick and hard stick, and the stick that adds spell damage is useless.

When William started to shake his head, the witch on the other side trembled even more, what did this man mean? Why did he shake his head?

She forced a smile and said, "This powerful ......"

When she said this, the black-robed witch was stuck, what should I call the man opposite? It is usually a powerful Mr. Knight and a powerful Mr. Warrior, so what kind of profession is this man opposite?

"Powerful ...... Sir, if I am willing to pay the price, I wonder if you will spare my life?"

William stared at her silently.

The black-robed witch stretched out her hand in a cold sweat, and in the palm of her hand was a small cloth bag, the gray-green cloth pocket was only the size of a palm, and the mouth of the bag was firmly tied by a thin black vine.

"I've got all my savings here, and if you want to get it, make a swear to the gods that you'll let me live!"

William ignored her, but glanced at the four little witches who were trembling next to him, and focused on the two little witches whose robes were oozing blood.

The black-robed witch would be mistaken, and she hurriedly spoke: "Of course, the conditions do not include them, you just need to let me go." ”

Listening to the words of the black-robed witch, the four little witches completely shook into quails, and the youngest witch even cried out in fright.

Those monster-like werewolves are terrifying enough in their hearts, this man who rushed over on a strange horse is even more fierce than werewolves, and he beat those werewolves with his bare hands, if they fall into his hands, can they still live?

William nodded slightly.

"You throw it first. ”

The black-robed witch's face tightened, and she raised her hand to light the ring on her index finger.

"This lord, I have a storage ring in my hand, please don't have the idea of taking something from my corpse, without the strength of the seventh order, you will definitely not be able to open other people's rings. ”

William shook his head unchanged. "Then I don't want it. ”

The black-robed witch's face changed drastically.

"You!"

Seeing that William had already walked towards her, the black-robed witch gritted her teeth, tore off the vines at the mouth of the bag, and threw the gray-green cloth bag over.

When she saw the black vine, Jessica, who was lying on horseback, shook her body, as if she suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly stood up and shouted, "William, hide!"

However, it was too late, and the palm-sized cloth bag spread out in the air, and a large amount of fine black particles drifted in the wind and fell towards William's body.