The dust raised by the fireball explosion gradually dispersed, and the mess everywhere was still burning with flames, and those low-level demonic beasts were also frightened away by this wave of covering blows.

Rowling slowly descended from mid-air, her face was pale, not because she had overcast, but because she was frightened by floating on it, and the solemnity she had just cast was completely gone.

"Sister Rowling, are you okay?" Angie knew that Rowling was afraid of heights, and when she saw Rowling falling, she hurriedly asked.

"No, no, no...... It's nothing, it's just a little dizzy. Rowling pretended to be calm on her staff, but her slightly trembling legs and stammering voice exposed her.

"Sister Rowling, how do you feel?" Grand Knight Randall, who had witnessed Rowling's solemn liftoff to the ground, walked over and asked, and his face looked very formal.

"I'm fine, what's going on?" Rowling gasped a few times, finally relieved, and asked Randall.

"The demonic beasts except for the giant wood beast with a bad brain, the others have all retreated, gathered near the demon wolf, thanks to your magic, we only lost eleven people, and the support has not been counted for the time being, but the demon wolf has not yet moved, and it is not yet time for the final number of casualties. Randall's face was ugly, but it was true, and those who died in battle would never come back to life.

"Angel, you go back to the car and bring my arquebus, just under the goose down mat, you know. Rowling, who had calmed down, became serious again and instructed Angel on the side.

"Okay, Sister Rowling!

"Oh, I'll go! this thing is too heavy!"

Cross reflexively caught the big knife, but he was directly bent by the weight of the knife, and it was difficult to carry Anqi's big knife.

"This big knife is eighty-five kilograms, and the dwarf who made it was barely able to wield it, I really wonder how Angel's height can carry this big guy. Cross muttered to himself.

Just as Angel went to get the gun, the demon wolf over there made a move!

It first swept around its minions, and although it couldn't see the face, it could feel that it was not in a good mood.

"What a bunch of shit! If you don't let you scare and scare them, I'll take care of the rest. How many brothers have died?" the demon wolf actually spoke! And in Thebes! With a southern Theban accent!

An ice bat monkey chirped something next to the demon wolf, much to the wolf's annoyance.

"Are you still throwing the pot at the giant wood beasts? Aren't you not smart enough? What's wrong with Lao Tzu speaking in human language? Scolding in human language, can you manage it? Besides, they don't understand the Wallarians, so they all let me go up and stay behind!" The demon wolf roared angrily, frightened the ice bat monkey a lot, and quickly ran behind.

"This wolf is actually the language of a human?" Randall was a little surprised.

"Human language, it seems!" Cross looked stunned.

"This demon wolf has to be Thebesian, and we have Theban exchange students in our college, and I have learned some Theban in order to communicate with them fluently. Rowling was also surprised, she heard something ridiculous from the wolf's words.

"Do you understand what that demon wolf has just been?" Randall suddenly remembered that there were two other high-achieving students next to him, one of whom had even studied Thebes, and asked urgently.

"The demon wolf is reprimanding his subordinates, it originally wanted to scare and scare us, and then grab something to collect protection money, but I didn't expect that because the giant wood beast went berserk, the other monsters followed and launched a crazy attack, and it was killed by nearly half of the warriors before it turned around. Rowling spread her hands and said helplessly.

"So this demon wolf didn't intend to kill people in the first place, did it?" Randall's mouth twitched a few times, if that was the case, the eleven warriors wouldn't have died.

Rowling nodded, indicating that this was the case.

"Alas, rest in peace for the deceased!" Cross carried the knife with difficulty, his expression was very solemn, but his trembling legs might have been more formal if they hadn't shaken.

"Sister Rowling, you know Thebes, can you try to communicate with that demon wolf?" Randall asked Rowling solemnly.

"I'll try, but I suggest that you order our soldiers not to make hostile moves before talking, which should allow the demon wolf to let his guard down. Rowling put her staff behind her and stared at the demon wolf in the distance.

"I see, soldiers! stay on alert, put away your weapons first, don't make a hostile move!" Yodel retracted his knight's sword from its scabbard, but pressed his left hand against it, ready to unsheath it.

Although the soldiers and knights did not understand the orders from above, they still obeyed the orders, and the soldiers seemed to stand casually, but their right hands tightly held spears more than seven meters long, and they could form a phalanx at any time.

The knights returned to their horses, put the knight's sword into the scabbard, opened the armor, and looked nervously at the beast herd opposite, especially the demon wolf that the beast group was guarding, as for their riding spears, they were facing the beast herd, and it was such a narrow battlefield width, so that the knights were charging head-on with their riding spears tantamount to looking for death.

"Sister Rowling, the gun you asked me to take, and the ammunition!" suddenly came from behind Angel's babbling voice.

Angel, who was less than 1.6 meters long, was holding an arquebus 1.4 meters long, and a bunch of bottles and cans were tied to her waist, and stopped in front of Rowling, not even breathing.

"Lao Ke, return the knife to me. As soon as Angel handed the arquebus and ammunition to Rowling, she immediately went straight to Cross, took back her broadsword, twisted the handle of the knife, and immediately retracted the two-meter-three broadsword, turning it back to the length of Angel's almost the same height.

"Rowling, do you want me to add a 'heavy armor' or a 'stone skin technique' or something to you? Cross lifted his weight and suddenly became lighter, and the staff in his hand was about to move, glowing with a faint light.

"I don't think it's necessary at all! I'm going to negotiate, not to fight with that demon wolf, so it's not so much fanfare, you just protect Anqi, I don't have to worry about you here." Rowling compacted the lead bullet and gunpowder, patted Cross on the shoulder, glanced at him, and stepped forward with the gun on her back.

Cross glanced at Angel next to him in a daze, and unconsciously leaned over there.

"May I ask if Your Excellency is a descendant of Venerable Fenrir the Great Wolf of the North Wind, and I am Rowling Grammer, an apprentice of the 'Red-Haired Magi' Falman!" Rowling spoke, speaking in a round, Theban official dialect, and the startled Demon Wolf's eyes widened.

"Do you understand Thebes?" the wolf said in shock as he spoke the human language, but this time in Wallaine with a northern accent.