[My name is Charles, and I am a private investigator in the City of Steam, and I am even more flustered now, because I have encountered something very unimaginable, the werewolves and lizards who surround us seem to have become more intelligent, and they not only know how to use magic, but also use tactics. 】

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A few minutes ago

Miss Freya, dressed in armor, immediately crossed the tall Mr. Hank from the side with a sliding step after receiving the order of her master Sean, and after cutting off the sharp claws that were swinging at her with her sword, she raised her foot and kicked Hank, who was about to reach the limit, straight back into the plant fortress without looking back.

Although Freya's approach is not too problematic, is the trajectory of Mr. Hank's landing calculated by you a long time ago?

Feeling weak, I could only stare blankly at the metal figure, getting closer and closer to me, my eyes were cracks in his armor and the remnants of flesh, and my nose was full of the smell of blood on his body.

"Shit (hell). ”

Two different curses came out one after the other, and after a clash of flesh that followed, the two of us were neatly stacked on top of each other, and Mr. Hank shook his head like he was nothing, sat up directly, and even had time to help me up, who was almost knocked unconscious.

Seeing this, Sean had no choice but to speak: "I'm sorry, two gentlemen, this is really not my idea. ”

"Save that for the time you see the Goddess, for I just want to send you to the old man's house. In the face of Mr. Hank's taunt, Sean shrugged helplessly, and instead turned his back to us.

As for what I certainly didn't refute much, not because of my generosity, but because my head was dizzy now, as if I had been hit hard with a hammer, and I didn't know what Sean and the two were talking about.

It wasn't until I felt a warm palm fall on my forehead, after a cool breath emerged, that I gradually regained consciousness, looking at the lady in front of me who reached out and placed it on my forehead, the corners of my mouth couldn't help but pull out a smile, in response to her kindness, and at the same time, the corners of my eyes skimmed Sean and Freya in front of me, and I couldn't help but mumble in my heart.

This is definitely revenge on me, and I remember it.

But then again, Miss Freya's swordsmanship seems to be a little more masterful, unlike Mr. Hank's wide opening and closing to overwhelm people, her swordsmanship is like a precise scalpel, every blow is just right, and she perfectly ends the enemy's life without wasting any strength.

For example, this blow, she swung her sword and swung away the claws of the lizardman in front of her, and the sword kept swinging towards the werewolf on the left, and raised her right leg and kicked him with a knee, and the lizardman in front of her suddenly let out a scream that all men understand, and then she clenched her left hand into a fist, blocking the fangs of the werewolf on the right while bombarding the lizardman's neck.

With a creak, the lizardman's head tilted and her body collapsed to the ground, and Miss Freya stabbed the bloody rusty sword on her right hand to the left front, and immediately gnawed at the werewolf's head on the armor of her left arm, revealing a rusty tip of the sword.

In just two seconds, she deprived three monsters of their lives.

It's really unpretentious and efficient swordsmanship, but I don't know how many battles Miss Freya experienced and how many injuries she suffered before she learned the skill.

Looking up at her fighting figure, for a while, my heart was filled with a different kind of sympathy for Miss Freya, even death can not forget the killing skills, I really can't imagine your life.

It seems necessary to discuss with Mr. Sean if Miss Freya has any unfulfilled wishes and needs my help.

Although I don't know the reason for her existence, I know from most of the supernatural stories that a large part of the resentful spirits are born because they still have unfulfilled wishes.

But speaking of Mr. Sean, is it appropriate for you to shoot Miss Freya like this?

Despite your excellent marksmanship, every bullet can take a life, but can you bear to look at the short, thin figure, overwhelmed by the enemy?

Doesn't your conscience hurt?

"Mr. Love Fantasy, are you thinking about something bad again?"

"No, no, absolutely nothing. I listened to Miss Eve's teasing laughter, and quickly shook my head in denial, whether she believed it or not, she could not leave a bad impression.

Anyway, I didn't admit it, so I said no.

Miss Eve's eyes rolled, the corners of her mouth showed a strange arc, and she smiled: "You are the same as Mr. Big Man before, you can know what you are thinking just by looking at a face, so what I can see, do you think Mr. Big Man will not perceive it?"

Sure enough, Miss Freya, who was in the midst of a fierce battle ahead, slashed a werewolf with a sword, took the time to give me a thumbs up with her hands behind her back.

Damn, it's really not clear to explain now, I can only hope that Mr. Sean can be a little more generous, but it seems to be a little difficult.

"I'll save you, don't worry. Suddenly, a pair of warm palms patted my shoulders and said softly, "I am quite experienced in healing people like you. ”

After saying that, Miss Eve's finger also pointed at Sean in front of her, who was glaring at me fiercely with a black face at the moment, so frightened that I immediately shuddered, and lay on the ground holding my stomach and pretending to be dead.

Amid the laughter, the killing continued.

Oh... Whew...

Suddenly, the different wolf howl sounded again, and we saw that the originally crazy werewolves and lizards stopped one after another and retreated a few meters neatly, leaving only a broken corpse with staring eyes, piled up in front of us.

It's strange to say, after a few fights, why are there only a few corpses on the ground?

It stands to reason that the open space in front of the 'bunker' should have been blocked a long time ago, and suddenly I seemed to see tentacle-like roots wriggling rapidly under the corpses, and then the corpses instantly dried up, and then turned into gray powder and disappeared.

Seeing this, I subconsciously shrunk my neck and moved away from these gentle plants, because I was horrified to find that this plant fortress did not seem to be as kind as I imagined, at least I didn't know that any plants could devour corpses.

But no one should pay attention to this except me, after all, their focus should be on the changes outside the field now, even Mr. Hank, who had been resting, took up his arms and returned to the battlefield, standing side by side with Miss Freya, sword wielding his sword to watch out for the werewolves who bared their teeth and roared on the other side.

Whew...

Somewhere above the mouth of the cavern, a silver werewolf full of explosive muscles suddenly appeared, with a narrow scar on his face, and scarlet eyes, staring at us with anger and murderous intent.

Whew...

Another savage wolf howl came out of its mouth first, and then diffused to the entire wolf pack, and in an instant it seemed that the entire underground world was surrounded by wolf howls, and then the werewolves on the platform all changed in this howl, their muscles expanded, and while fangs and claws grew, a trace of bloody breath spread.

Magic?

Miss Eve glanced at each other, and the solemnity on their faces deepened, and now they were no longer facing simple beasts, but a race with intelligence.

Werewolves?

Sensing something hidden in the air, I couldn't help but ask, "What's going on?" ”

"Mr. Love Fantasy hides it, and we don't have time to rescue you next. Miss Eve put away her smile for a while, frowned and said to herself: "This is impossible, they are obviously not werewolves, why do they use magic?"

"Werewolves?"

Praise Mr. Sean for asking the question I wanted most, so my eyes fell on Miss Eve, and I listened to her explanation.

"The werewolves are one of the Godoutcasts, a legendary race with the blood of the ancient gods. ”

God's Forsaken?

Old Gods?

Can't you make it clear?

Mr. Sean looked like he understood, nodded his head and asked the core, "Little Miss, why do you think they are not werewolves? ”

Eve replied, "Do you feel a heartfelt disgust when you see them?"

"Nope. ”

"So they're not werewolves. Miss Eve shrugged and went on to explain, "The magic of the Outcasts is similar to that of the cultists of the Church of the End, twisted, brutal, and mad, so we can tell the difference very clearly. ”

What is the Church of the End?

At this time, I was already confused by a series of professional words in their mouths, but I can understand a little bit about cultists, their enemies?

Whew...

The shrill wolf roar interrupted my thoughts, and I saw the regrouped werewolf legions attack again, this time not in one swarm, but in a relatively disciplined attack, and the strongest werewolves at the front, each arm thicker than my head, holding an iron fence that had been removed from nowhere, marched towards us.

The remaining minor, relatively thin werewolves leaped out of the platform, their claws embedded in the surrounding stone walls, snapping out a large stone and coming towards us.

The lizardmen on the other side were not idle, and under the command of the silver werewolf, they retreated to the back line, grinning and spitting out streams of yellow, foul-smelling liquid, and flew towards us.

Shit.

It's not scientific.

Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but curse in my heart, this group of guys still has wisdom, and they are obviously not low, and they can understand the cooperation of different 'arms'.

Hold on.

Mr. Sean, Miss Freya, Mr. Hank, and Miss Angel.

After secretly praying for the few people fighting in front, I curled up and leaned deeper into the fortress, no matter what, I, an ordinary person, have no ability to help them, protecting myself and not letting them be distracted is the greatest help to a few people.