Chapter 4 Mom said she couldn't beat it, so run away

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www.mpzw.com) Abelcrobi looked at Loria with dead fish-like eyes, whether the girl in front of him was an undead or something, as a master of corpse embalming, he was interested in how a corpse that had not undergone any treatment could not rot for a hundred years.

Can you please not dissect others with your eyes, Loria said secretly in her heart.

Loria, blessed by Nozdom, the passage of time can no longer be reflected in her body - even in the corpse. On the contrary, the pink hair continues to grow tenaciously very strangely.

The pink hair (in this case, the hair) of each of the pink-haired characters is not to be underestimated, and sometimes it is doubtful that their original identity may be the pink hair (in this case, the hair).

Historically, there has been no shortage of pink hair (hair) with various murderous abilities (such as being able to devour everything), and some even have independent consciousness.

Rolling his dry eyeballs, Abelcrobi said in a hoarse voice to Utkilar, "Now that your master has arrived, leave quickly." ”

"Grandpa Albert, that, thank you for taking care of me. ”

Yutkilar bowed to the grave keeper, and although she felt that the old man was a little scary in her heart, he had provided her with shelter for a long time.

"If you want to thank me, kill a few more undead. The grave keeper waved his hand, and then let out a laugh like a grinding wheel grinding stone.

"I forgot that they were dead. ”

After hearing that Anne was active near Nighttown, leaving a message so as not to miss it, Loria, who was impatient to go home, took the little maid to Nighttown.

"Miss, aren't we going to fight the undead?"

Loria thought to herself about how do you tell me to fight with a level 1 maid, she comforted Utqilar and said, "Don't worry, there are many undead near my house, and there will be more opportunities when the time comes." ”

"Oh. ”

Hearing this, the little maid Utkilar obediently shut up. However, within a moment, she asked cautiously.

"Miss, do you hate half-elves?"

Loria didn't answer, but reached out and rubbed the little maid's ear, which was no different in shape from a human.

"The ears don't grow so they don't annoy. ”

"Miss, why do you hate long ears?"

"It's annoying to look at it when it's dangling, and you can't help but want to unscrew it, but you can't unscrew it, so it's annoying. ”

"Miss......"

"Shut up, and I'll feed you to the undead if you talk any more. ”

Obediently covering her mouth with her hands, the little maid thought to herself, although Miss Loria had become much more fierce than before (a few months ago), and she would be impatient every time she talked to herself, but she did not despise herself when she heard that she was a half-elf, which made her a little happy.

The simple request of Yutqilar is simple, all she wants is a little bit of recognition.

Compared to the little maid who traveled to the outside world, Loria deeply realized how disgusting the escort mission was at this moment.

She didn't want to get too entangled with the wandering undead, so she chose a road twice the distance in a straight line, but the level 1 maid's existence zĂ i was as dazzling as a ball of yarn for a cat's eyeball.

In the game, this is called hatred range setting, and low-level characters can lead monsters beyond visual range, and in reality this is called persimmon picking up soft pinch, and monsters like to run long distances to abuse vegetables.

"There's no way to move forward like this!"

The ghouls of the twenty-four or fifteenth level came out one after another, and Loria, who was only one or two levels above the monsters, fought very hard in every sense of the word - she would rather single-handedly take on more higher-level beasts, at least in addition to being sprayed in red and white, the clothes she had changed would not be stained with sticky and smelly corpse fluid.

Seeing the ghoul rushing towards him, Utqilar didn't say a word, and immediately fell to the ground and pretended to be dead after a skillful scream, and the whole set of movements was smooth without the slightest sense of jerkiness and blockage.

What's even more bizarre is that the ghoul actually turned to attack Loria.

Loria, who saw the little maid's movements, breathed a sigh of relief, and she struggled to resist the urge to use the Akalin Impact to force a sneak slip away, and picked up her mace to meet it. (Loria used to buy a lot of maces, and she seems to have a preference for this kind of weapon that does not delay both piercing and bone crushing)

Cutting and puncture wounds from sharp objects are often ineffective when physically attacking undead spirits such as ghouls and zombies, while smashing their bones with blunt objects can effectively limit their movement.

And when faced with ugly and disgusting monsters, loli tend to go to extremes - being scared and crying in place, screaming and running away, and going berserk and beating up.

Receiving a talent bonus, Loria, who uses blunt weapons to attack quickly, immediately opened the mace matchless.

With a 'uh-woo' roar mixed with the sound of bones shattering, an exhausted Loria finally took down all the ghouls that had come at her in a constant battle of wheels.

"Whew!"

Throwing the brick in his hand to the side of the road, he sat down with the pink hair Lori who had changed her weapon, ignoring the mess on the ground, and her whole body was dirty anyway.

"Hey, it's all done, don't play dead!"

The efficiency of fighting monsters without a task is very low, and after fighting for a long time, I only got six points of experience. After looking at the experience, Loria said angrily to Yutqilar, who was lying not far away, with only some dust on his body.

Lying on the ground and pretending to be dead, Utkiral moved, and said, "No, I heard something huge coming this way." ”

Huge stuff?

Just as Loria wondered if someone was riding by, the ground shook slightly with the sound of footsteps.

After turning her head to look in the direction of the voice behind her, she stood up and patted her skirt and took a deep breath.

"Utqilar. ”

She called the little maid's name.

"What's wrong, miss, if it's okay, please don't get in the way of me pretending to be dead. ”

The little maid who was greedy for life and afraid of death said this, and she didn't care about respecting Loria when it came to her life's top priority.

Loria didn't contradict her, but tore up her big red dress that just covered her knees.

Hearing the voice, Utqiral, who was a little puzzled, glanced up at Loria slightly, only to see that the pink-haired Lori was doing an expansion exercise, and she trotted up on the spot and said to the little maid.

"I'm going to run, you're on your own. ”

The ground shook even more, and just as Utkilar felt like he was about to be bounced off the ground, Loria kicked her calf and rushed down the road.

Eutekiral, who was struggling with whether to follow or continue to play dead, finally couldn't help but glance back.

I saw a behemoth more than five meters tall walking over with heavy steps.

The monster, which was about the same width and height, was covered in stitches, and a thick intestine peeked out from the crack in its abdomen.

The monster appeared to be a patchwork of body parts of giants and monsters, with several arms of varying lengths holding large dark red meat cleavers, chains, and iron hooks stained with flesh and blood.

"It's called an abomination, even though it doesn't run fast...... If you get too close, you'll get caught by a hook!"

The smell of the monster's approach came from the air, and Loria's friendly reminder came out.

"Wow!"

Screaming hysterically, Utqilar chased after Loria, fifty meters away.

"Wait for me, Miss!"

"Run in other directions, stupid!"

On the road leading to Raven Ridge in Nighttown, an elite abomination sometimes slaughters travelers.

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Today, I reinstalled the computer with my hand, and it was only done at half past nine in the evening.