"Old knife, do you still have water?" A guy with chapped lips like bark crawled in front of the old knife.

"Shit, I won't give you this bastard if you have water!" The old knife still wanted to take a sip of this usually stingy ghost, but after thinking about it, he swallowed his saliva back.

Water is precious now, so don't waste it.

After twisting the kettle open, holding it high, and shaking it carefully to find that there was indeed not a drop of water, the stingy ghost seemed to run out of strength, and just leaned against the cave wall and collapsed on the ground.

Listening to the heavy breathing of the stingy ghost, the old knife couldn't bear it a little. Although this stingy guy likes to eat and drink the most, and slips away as soon as he has a treat, he has never been intimidated when he fights with other detachments.

Last time, he teamed up with himself to overturn the "brute bull" of the second team, and he also took a punch for himself.

Thinking of this, the old knife took out something from his arms and handed it to the stingy ghost.

It turned out that his eyes were wandering, as if he was terminally ill, but when he saw the cute green elf in front of him, the eyes of the stingy ghost instantly straightened.

"You, you, where did you come from?" The stingy ghost kept swallowing, but his throat was only hot and dry. Make your own throat even more uncomfortable.

A green date, but now it seems to be the most perfect emerald, and it can't let the stingy ghost's sight get out of sight for a moment.

"You ask so much, do you want to eat!" The old knife said angrily.

He can't say that this is when he used to play with the tuba outside.

"Eat! Eat! Eat! As soon as the stingy guy snatched it, he was about to stuff it into his mouth, looking like he was afraid that the old knife would regret it.

The old knife pursed his lips disdainfully, this starving ghost looks like this every time he eats, and the face of his own detachment is lost by this goods.

But just when he was about to bite the green jujube in the next moment, the stingy ghost suddenly stopped.

The old knife could even hear the sound of creaking bones rubbing when the jaw braked suddenly.

"What, you're still afraid that I'll be poisoned? If you don't eat it, pay me back! ”

Only then did the stingy ghost understand what misunderstanding his hesitation gave Lao Dao, and he couldn't help but say a little sneeringly: "No, no!" I just want to give this green date to the captain to eat......"

When the old knife heard this, he was immediately silent, and the squadron leader left the palace alone in order to let them retreat smoothly to the Tibetan Soldier Cave. By the time he returned, the man had become a bloody man, and had lost his left hand, and as soon as he reached the entrance of the cave, he fell unconscious and fell to the ground, revealing a bloody back.

The stingy ghost saw that the old knife had no objection, so he left quietly and handed the green jujube to the comrade-in-arms who had been taking care of the captain.

Watching the green dates disappear into the captain's mouth little by little, the stingy ghost felt as if he wasn't so thirsty anymore.

"Brother Dao, is there anything else?" The old knife turned around and saw this stingy ghost, looking at himself flatteringly.

"It's gone! Just as you can! Just thinking about the captain? The old knife looked puffed.

The stingy ghost also knew that the old knife was angry, and he didn't explain, so he leaned on the wall of the cave and looked at the entrance of the cave, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Ahh Suddenly, he felt his arm being bumped, and when he turned around, half of the green jujube that had just been broken was handed to him.

"Brother Dao......" The stingy ghost was indeed uncomfortable this time, and his throat was hoarse and he couldn't make a sound for a long time.

"This is the last one!" The old knife pretended not to care and threw the last half of the green jujube into his mouth.

"Hmm!"

Looking at the stingy ghost who carefully licked the surface of the green jujube with his tongue and refused to swallow the green jujube so easily, the old knife sighed softly at the entrance of the cave.

"Young Master, when are you coming!"

......

"Boom!"

"Fireball deals 35 fire damage to the Raging Wolf, and the target dies!"

"Energy infusion detected, Soul Energy +50."

“...... Target is dead! ”

“...... Target is dead! ”

“......”

The dense wolf pack allowed the damage of the [Fireball Technique] to reach the maximum, and almost every fireball took the lives of five or six wild wolves, and the same number of injuries were lost.

In just a few minutes, Morey, who had thrown dozens of fireballs from his bow left and right, had already killed nearly two hundred ferocious wolves and gained a large amount of soul energy.

But on the contrary, instead of making this wolf pack of thousands of wild wolves retreat, such heavy casualties in a short period of time stimulated the ferocity in their bodies, and desperately attacked the defense line composed of two hundred elite city guards and one hundred saber guards with a more fierce and ferocious outlaw attack.

Looking at the hungry wolf dragging its intestines and flying towards him, a young city guard soldier hesitated a little and knocked it away, and was dragged into the wolf pack by the rampaging wolves that were lying in ambush nearby, and after a terrible scream, he was reduced to a pile of bloodstained white bones in just a few breaths.

"It's all a wake-up call for Lao Tzu, and then be in a daze! That idiot is what will happen to you! Johnson angrily blocked the gap after the warrior was taken away, smashed four wild wolves who wanted to take advantage, and sprayed wildly at the rest of the city guards.

Looking at the mana that had dropped by half, Morey knew that spell bombardment alone could not scare away these beasts that had been completely dominated by hunger, and he had to come up with more powerful means of slaughter.

The Titans and Thunder flew around Morey again, and the light of the [Spell Shield] and [Ice Shield] flickered continuously, and Morey was wrapped in this thick magical energy.

Morey stepped out of the crowd, and the raging wolves immediately pounced, but the cold light flashed, and the five ferocious wolves pounced on Morey from different directions almost at the same time, but when they were in the air, they turned into ten corpses, and the internal organs and intestines were hula and fluttered all around.

But this casualty could not frighten the wolves, and more wild wolves spewed white gas from their mouths and noses and attacked from all directions.

Morey was a little apprehensive at first, but when he saw that two giant swords could wipe out these seemingly berserk creatures with a single stroke, his heart gradually settled.

Surrounded by sword light, the wolves were like moths to a fire, and they died if they touched it, and he also stepped deeper into the wolves.

Gradually, he had forgotten to manipulate the Titans and Thunder with spells, but the two weapons were still hovering around him, like two invincible killing gods on the battlefield, mercilessly killing any creature that dared to appear in front of them.

Morey, on the other hand, controlled the two greatswords in a dream-like state, keeping them from getting too far away from him.

The magical power of the [Spell Shield] and the [Ice Shield] gradually dissipated, and Morey couldn't remember to use it, and it only took a moment to pour Morey's body full of wolf blood that sprinkled the heavens and the earth.

Looking at Morey, who was stained with the blood of his own clan and looked like a demon god of hell, the wolves changed for the first time.

After slashing the last of the rampaging wolves, a smooth path appeared in front of Morey, and the raging wolves, who had been controlled by hunger, were awakened by Morey's even more unreasonable bloody killings.

They ducked aside in fear, gathering together in a dead group, intending to watch the demon god and his subordinates pass through.

"Roar!"

It's a pity that Morey didn't appreciate it, and without the watering of wolf blood, a nameless fire suddenly rose in his heart.

"Boom!"

The two weapons smashed down fiercely at the place where the wolves were the most, the blades were like the wind, and the flying stones were like bullets, killing more than 20 wild wolves with just one blow.

"Whew!"

The sound of a canine wailing and begging for mercy sounded among the wolves, which made the hearts of the people of Red Leaf City, who were watching Morey's majesty from afar, involuntarily feel a trace of pity for the wild wolf.

"Whew!"

Just when the famous ferocious wild wolves were chased by Morey like lost dogs, the beasts attracted by the strong smell of blood here saved their lives!

As soon as the Titan slashed two giant mantises, Thunder cut a fierce wolverine that attacked from behind in half, and as soon as Morey kicked away a few fierce rats, a giant bear came to his eyes.

All kinds of animals, driven by the instinct of beasts, launched a dense offensive against Morey at the first time.

Compared to the single infantry attack just now, Morey encountered a near-long-range three-dimensional attack at this time, whether it was the spikes shot by the porcupine pig or the slap of the giant bear, whether it was the [Pig Rush] of the Demon Thorn Wild Boar or the [Fangs of the Scorpion], they were all swept in waves like a huge wave of mountains and seas.

Morey was also slowly injured in this continuous attack, but he didn't seem to feel the pain, but laughed uncontrollably, the blade of the sword raged like a storm on the earth, and the invincible beasts became broken corpses in one place, and one after another unjust souls condensed in Morey's body.

"Poof!"

Morey casually dragged a demon thorn boar from the herd, ignoring the bloody pig teeth that pierced his thigh, the blood was shining like a pair of blood-red gloves with a right hand stabbing lightly, like piercing into the soft sand into the skull of the demon thorn boar, which was as hard as iron.

A stream of reddish energy immediately burst out of the head of the Demon Thorn Boar, and the energy flowed in all directions, and Morey's body had recovered as before, and the Demon Thorn Boar had shriveled up like a dried corpse that had been buried for an unknown number of years.

"Huh?"

Morey frowned, a shallow memento of a porcupine still on his face.

At this time, all the beasts were already trembling and lying on their stomachs, and in the most respectful way in the jungle, they surrendered to this powerful man who was comparable to the demon god who had descended into the world.

Morey didn't notice it, he walked through the herd, picking his target as if he were picking vegetables in a vegetable field.

As Morey moved around, the two greatswords floating beside him moved with him, slicing through the bodies of the behemoths or slicing the throats of some of them.

But even if their own blood was running down the huge wound, and their lives were flowing along the fatal wound, they didn't dare to make a sound, and pressed the scream in their throats.

Looking at the boy who walked like a grim reaper, Gal began to wonder for the first time whether he had taken on this task right or wrong.