After eating a bowl of meat, little Anne was satisfied with her little belly and struggled to crawl out of Angela's arms.

"Old witch, let me go."

Angela's forehead bruises again, dead girl, this face turned really fast.

Angela raised her hand and slammed it on little Anne's forehead again.

"Ahh The old witch beat people to death, and the old witch bullied the children......"

Click!

Angela almost crushed a mouthful of silver teeth, and slapped the little girl's ass three times.

"Ahh Don't fight, don't fight, beautiful sister spare her life. ”

Angela paused and asked, "Do you dare to do this?" ”

"Don't dare, don't dare."

The little girl wriggled her ass and struggled to break free from Angela's arms.

However, the cold wind outside made her shiver and retreated back into Angela's arms.

"Humph! Don't get me wrong, I just look at you pitiful sister, so I'll accompany you more. ”

Poof!

Angela couldn't help but smile when she saw the cute appearance of this little girl.

Forget it, for her sake of seeing her so cute, forgive her.

Thinking to himself, he tore off his cloak and put it on little Anne's body.

The magic array superimposed on the cloak made the little girl feel warm, and she couldn't help but squint her eyes.

"Ahh

The little girl yawned, rubbed her head against Angela's body, found a comfortable position, and fell asleep deeply.

Woke was surprised by this scene, because in his opinion, wizards should be perverse personalities, and it is absolutely impossible for them to be so good-tempered.

"My lord, why are you ......?"

Angela smiled slightly: "After all, I will be my student in the future, politeness and so on, and I will teach ...... slowly in the future."

Angela said, her eyes narrowing.

Valolet didn't know if it was an illusion, but she always felt a cold light flash in Angela's eyes.

On the second day, the morning star was shining, and people climbed up one after another to prepare breakfast.

The children got up early, got the flickering bonfire up again, and then removed the black food from the broken two-wheelers.

"Wait!" Angela said, "Wait until I get back." ”

The children had a question mark on their faces, but Angela woke up the little thing in her arms by herself.

Little Anne rubbed her eyes, lazily crawled out of Angela's arms, ran to the warm campfire and sat down, her little head dozing off little by little.

Angela looked amused, rubbed her head, and turned to walk into the dark forest.

Caroline, who greeted the children, had her heart skipping a beat, and hurriedly shouted, "Teacher! ”

Angela turned her head, looked at Caroline's uneasy eyes, and comforted, "Don't worry, the teacher will be back in a while." ”

As he spoke, he disappeared into the darkness.

Angela's body is covered with a black veil, which becomes her best protective color, cutting off her scent, body temperature and sound, and walks quickly and secretly through the forest.

The forest is full of monsters, all of whom are attracted by this large number of refugees.

In the past, these monsters, which fed on humans, will become Angela's prey today.

This is an ironclad rat, the largest of the rodent monsters.

He has pangolin-like shards, huge snow-white front teeth, a slender tail, a total of ten feet from head to tail, and is agile and likes to be alone.

The Ironclad Rat is a veritable omnivorous monster, but he hasn't stopped since he ate human corpses.

He often takes advantage of the night to catch lone humans, or pick up corpses, but after a long time, the taste of the corpse always decreases a little, and there is no sense of accomplishment, so he is more interested in catching prey, and his favorite thing is to play with humans who are used as food like cats and mice.

The Iron Armor Rat has a strong protective ability, and his iron armor is really as hard as iron, and can resist most arrows.

Even though he is wearing an iron armor, the iron armor rat is still flexible.

He can climb trees with ease, reach the ground with ease, swim, and have a unique talent for hand-to-hand combat.

He is very good at digging holes, in soft ground, and is able to dig large holes five feet deep in a minute.

However, this does not mean that he can only dig holes in soft ground, in fact, even if he encounters rocks, he has the ability to make a hole in them, and this process relies on his sharp eyes, sharp claws, and great strength.

When it comes to hunting, the ironclad rat also has its unique advantages.

Ironclad rats are a bit more intelligent than most monsters, and they know how to learn, and although they learn roughly, they are much stronger than other monsters.

By now, the ironclad rat had learned some simple traps on its own.

The ironclad rat hides in the shadows, quietly waiting for the arrival of those stupid humans.

He knew that every moment people would wake up and start moving around in droves, gathering food in the forest.

No, not far away, there was one coming this way.

Angela easily dodged one trap after another, most of which were set up by hunters in the refugee group, and they were quite secretive.

However, in Angela's eyes, all this is not worth mentioning.

What I saw!

Angela stopped, looked at the stupid ironclad rat guarding the trap, and licked her tongue.

This kind of monster, it seems that I haven't tried it yet.

A dark shadow separated Angela's body in the spell and continued to walk forward, while the other part quietly circled in a large circle, ready to circle behind the stupid ironclad rat.

Ha! Caught in the trap!

The ironclad rat flicked its limbs violently and pounced, and its body quickly pulled out an afterimage.

Sharp nails poked out, tearing the black clothes in half in an instant.

What a stupid human being, so you can fall into the trap.

The ironclad rat sneered, followed by the smile on his face froze.

This...... This is fake!!

Well, where is it really.

Behind him, the ironclad rat saw the shadow cast on the ground and immediately reacted, but it was too late.

Righteous backstab!

Angela pointed at the knife and thrust it through the gap in the armor on the back of the ironclad rat. A thick stream of blood gushed out.

The blood in the body lost control, and rushed towards the wound behind the back, making the blood from the wound spray like a fountain.

Oh!

The ironclad rat let out a terrible howl and turned its head to bite Angela.

But Angela moved faster, pulled out his fingers in the Ironclad Rat's body, and then quickly grabbed the Ironclad Rat's head and pressed the Ironclad Rat to the ground.

Therefore, as food, lie on the ground and obediently die, where is there any need to suffer this side of the torture.