The red-haired boy's face changed, as if he was a little surprised, and then he chuckled twice as if he realized, and replied: "Don't pretend, there is no one in this place who doesn't know me, don't be too afraid of me, I'm not as terrifying as rumored." ”

Yes, how could there be people who didn't know him, how could he be said that he Morte was also a well-known existence among young adventurers, and those rumors about him were the favorite topic of conversation among adventurers after dinner.

The youngest Warcraft hunter, a young man with great potential, once broke into the beast tide alone and retreated, and hunted the three-star difficulty Warcraft alone, and the powerful power brought him glory. But his short temper and impulsive personality made him lose team spirit.

His character of fighting his teammates also earned him a title.

Berserker Moult.

Moult knows that he has a bad personality, but he is very fond of this title, which gives a sense of power. But what bothers Moult is that this title has caused him to lose his popularity as a woman, and even with good looks, cute girls avoid him because of terrible rumors.

Be sure to take advantage of this opportunity!

Moult muttered to himself, giving Belina a cautious look, then quickly looking away.

The long aqua blue hair and pale green eyes, delicate facial features and fair skin were so charming, this was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, there was no one.

"Rumors...... What rumors? Felik asked rhetorically, picking at his nose.

Moult looked at Felik with idiotic eyes, wondering how this fool could be in a cell with such a beautiful girl.

Molde was dissatisfied, glanced at Felik coldly, and said indifferently: "I don't talk to stupid weaklings. ”

When Felik heard this, he raised his eyebrows, the corners of his mouth pulled down, revealing an extremely rogue expression: "Bastard, you are very arrogant!" It seems that if I don't show you Uncle Ben's strength, you don't know how to pronounce the word humility. ”

Moult's red pupils flickered, and the green tendons on his temples erupted, revealing a hideous smile: "Dead fish eyes!" Looking for a fight? ”

"Red-haired monkey! You've got a kind of coming! See that I don't beat you to death. Felik shouted with a very scowling expression.

Red-haired monkeys? How dare this dead fisheye call me an orangutan!

Moult was furious, he had never met such a bad beater, and there was an aura of cheapness all over his body, which made people want to punch him a few times. If he can get through, he will definitely be able to beat him to the point where he can't get up.

Moult felt that this man did not have any magic power on him, he was not a mage at all, and that kind of body could never be a warrior, just a scum with a combat power of five.

It was the elf beauty beside him, even from such a distance, he could feel the flow of pure magic in her body.

Moult stood up, stretched out his hand to the iron grate and scolded, "What did you say, dead fish eyes!" ”

Felik was extremely arrogant: "Come on, stinky monkey!" ”

The two of them came and went, scolding, the cell was full of foul language, and the other prisoners were also provoked by the two, and after a while, the whole prison was involved in the fight, and in an instant the silent prison became noisy.

"Can't you bastards be quieter!" The jailer finally couldn't take it anymore.

Rumble!

Before the words fell, there was a loud bang outside the prison, and even the ground under his feet shook, and in an instant, the entire prison fell silent, and every prisoner looked at each other, not knowing why.

Outside the prison, the old warden stood on the high outer wall and looked into the distance, his cloudy old eyes squinted in the direction from which the voice came, and suddenly he seemed to see a terrible scene, his eyes widened suddenly, and he stared motionlessly at the very edge of the dark shadow.

In the distance, the city wall collapsed, and in the smoke and dust, huge figures loomed, and the warden's face changed suddenly, and he dragged the jailer next to him, and ordered in a hoarse voice: "Go and talk to the president!" Warcraft is coming! ”

The jailer rushed out of the prison without stopping and ran in one direction.

He looked up at the sky, and there was a crescent moon in the sky, and black clouds swirled over the town, obscuring the only clear light. It's unbelievable that a monster that was supposed to be manic at the time of the full moon actually attacked the town on the night of the new moon.

Just like the day he was younger.

"It looks like it's going to change."

……

The tall walls have always been the strongest fortress of the city of Magson, and they are maintained with the utmost care every week, and the meticulous maintenance and the excellent skills of the craftsmen make this wall an impregnable wall of copper that holds away the monsters. But at this moment, a large hole had been broken into this bronze wall, and a huge figure loomed in the mist on the other side, quickly moving towards this side.

In front of the broken city wall, a knight-like woman stood with a sword, she slowly clenched the hilt of the sword in her hand, and her blade-like gaze shot into the mist not far away.

Wearing hard armor, but not at all, a black waist-length hair dances gently in the breeze, and the face of the wind and dust is obviously a very feminine and weak face, but it feels the fortitude that belongs to a man, which makes people can't help but want to rely on.

She's the guild leader, Walter.

As a woman, with such a masculine name, and as a woman, Walter's strength can be imagined.

Macgson City is a small city, but it is also a city on the map of the empire, as the guild leader of this town, Walter shoulders the great responsibility of crusading against the demons and protecting the safety of the people, and the Warcraft riot on the night of the new moon is indeed unexpected by her, but she is still confident that she will lead everyone to intercept the Warcraft here.

"President——!"

An anxious and hurried shout was heard in the distance, and Walter frowned slightly.

The jailer rushed to Walter and panted, "The other side...... The walls on the other side are also broken! Warcraft, Warcraft went to prison! ”

Hearing this, Walter's face changed suddenly.

This time, almost everyone was summoned here, judging from the number of monsters, no one could go there to hunt at all, but if left unchecked, the monsters rushed into the town and harmed innocent people, and the consequences were unimaginable.

Walter quickly calmed down: "How many heads?" ”

"Probably...... Probably a few dozen. ”

Looking down and thinking for a moment, Walter sighed.

"There's only one way, let the prisoners fight."

"This ...... This! The jailer was clearly a little reluctant.

The prison is full of people who are not easy to mess with, some are independent adventurers who are not registered with the guild, and some are even evil people, although these people have a certain amount of combat effectiveness, but if they are released, it is difficult to guarantee that they will not defect, and if they are not handled well, they are even more troublesome than the Warcraft group.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to put those crazy people out, give me the list, I'll pick it." Walter added.

She took the list, her beautiful eyes like electricity, and quickly scanned it, and when she saw the name Moult, Walter's gaze stayed for a moment. Moult is a very interesting guy she knows, and to Walter he is like a troublesome little brother, he has amazing potential, but he is not mature enough.

Moult can retreat from the beast tide, but that doesn't mean he can hunt all the beasts, and it's not appropriate to send him out in this case.

But Walter thought of the shortage of personnel at the moment, so after some hesitation, he finally decided to send him out.

Thinking so, Walter turned around and confessed to the jailer.

Just then, she saw the following name again—

Felik.

For a moment, she was stunned.

"How can this guy be in prison?"

"Who are you referring to, President Walter?"

"Oh, nothing. Anyway, just send this guy out. Walter pointed out Felik's name to the jailer, "By the way, help me bring him this bottle." With that, she shoved a potion into the jailer's hand.

Looking at the name Walter was referring to, the jailer frowned in confusion.

"Just one person is enough?"

"If it's him, one person is enough, after all, there are only a few dozen." Walter replied casually, re-turning his gaze to the group of demonic beasts that were getting closer and closer, and his brows furrowed even deeper: "You go quickly, the situation is urgent, isn't it?" ”

Only...... Dozens of heads?

The jailer suspected that he had misheard, but the situation was urgent, and he could not think too much, so he ran to the prison with a nod.

……

Running all the way, the jailer finally conveyed the potion and Walter's words to the warden.

After listening carefully, the warden's gray eyebrows were raised, and he reached out and slapped the jailer's head: "You are confused!" How could Lord Watt send him to fight alone? I could see it clearly when he was sent in, and even a few ordinary adventurers couldn't beat him, and you still expected him to hunt demonic beasts? You're not mistaken! ”

The warden was so angry that his beard trembled.

"I ...... I'm not mistaken. The jailer said aggrievedly.

Before he could finish speaking, the warden snatched the list from his hand, and with a cursory glance, he found the name Felik, and at the same time, the name of Morte above also caught his eye.

"The kid called Berserker? Can't be wrong! It should be him. The warden affirmed.

The demonic beast had approached the prison, accompanied by a deafening beast roar, boom, the first body of the leader slammed into the gate of the prison, next to the door of fine iron casting, the iron nails embedded in the wall were all trembling, shaking down pieces of wall ash.

The first beast was very fast, its form was close to that of a cheetah, it was covered in a pitch-black mane, its golden eyes radiated a demonic glow in the dark night, and its snake-like vertical pupils were indescribably weird, and it could be seen from its full muscles and bulging green tendons that this beast had terrifying destructive power.

I saw it raise its claws and grab it on the big iron gate, under the huge force, accompanied by a piercing friction sound, four white scratches appeared on the big iron door, and its huge body was like a small chariot, and it slammed into it, and there was another loud bang, and the gate was shaking.

"You kid! Go and get Molt out, President Walter is talking about him, not Felik! Hurry up, hurry up! The warden urged.

The jailer had no choice but to bite the bullet and go inside.

Morte's name on the list was indeed very close to Felik's name, and he didn't hear the president say who it was at the time, but he pointed his finger, maybe he really read it wrong.

The jailer could only console himself in this way.

In prison, Felik listened to the roar of the beast outside, and his nose twitched, as if he was smelling something.

"The monster is coming, just outside the prison." Felik said.

Moult gave him a disdainful look: "Cut!" I know that too. ”

Felik gave the other a displeased look.

"What did the red-haired monkey say?"

"Dead Fish Eyes, you owe a beat!!"

Just as the two were about to quarrel again, the jailer ran over in a panic and opened the cell door for Moult with trembling.

"Mistress Morte, will ...... The president told you to stop this group of demonic beasts. The jailer slurred.

Although the prison is full of powerful guys, most of the guards in the prison are ordinary people, for them, adventurers are very powerful existences, and at this time, only adventurers can be relied on.

Morte smiled at Felik.

"Hey~ No way, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, sometimes I really envy a certain idiot, when the monster attacks, you can survive as long as you tremble in prison."

Felik glanced at the other man with disdain with his non-lethal eyes, and let out a cold snort.

As soon as Moult came out of the prison door, he flashed to Belina, grabbed Belina's hand through the iron bar, and said excitedly: "Miss Elf, I will definitely protect you!" ”

Before Belina could react, Felik had already stepped forward and slapped Moult's hand away with a "snap", protecting her behind her.

"Monkey in heat, don't harass her casually. She's my man. Felik glared at the other party triumphantly, and labeled Belina as his own.

The red light in Moult's eyes flowed, and his anger rose, and when he was about to attack, there was a loud roar outside, and with the deafening impact, the jailer was also frightened into a cold sweat, trembling and urging Moult: "My lord! Warcraft...... Warcraft is coming! ”

Thinking that there was more important things to do, Moult snorted coldly, turned and followed the jailer outside.

Watching Moult leave, Felik reined in his ruffian, held his chin and looked puzzled, and said to himself: "Is there any mistake, doesn't Walter know that I'm here?" ”