Although the monster's attempt to bite the Count's waist directly was unsuccessful, it still caused some problems. While Lothar's tomahawk was used against his opponent's jaws to prevent it from closing its ugly, hideous mouth, the knight himself was still standing in front of the moray eel, and since he was holding the tomahawk tightly, there was no way to dodge. The chariot-like monster continued to reach forward with one of its countless heads, knocking Lothar and his tomahawk into the air!

Lothar was aware of this before he fell into the water, and the sea and seabed would give his opponent more room to move while limiting his mobility. The attack just now was a warning, if he was dragged into the rhythm of this monster's battle, then even with the Fool's justice in his hands, the Count could not be sure to hold on longer than the mountain monster. The battlefield must be moved to land, and preferably to lure the other side away from the hut.

Fortunately, Lothar was not far from the boat he had rowed, and before the next attack arrived, the Count climbed into the boat, grabbed the oars and rowed along the shoreline in the other direction. Come, come after me, monster!, however, the imaginary pursuit did not come, and when the Count hesitated to stop rowing and turned his head to confirm the situation, he saw the demon sneering at the head on his side, while more heads continued to try to enter the hut.

Of course we know who you are, little meat man. The heads sneered with their eyes at Lothar, who was trying to make himself a decoy. "Bastard. Lothar cursed under his breath and tried to row the boat back, but when he saw the distance between himself and the beach, he simply turned the bow of the boat and rushed towards the shore. Then he rolled out of the boat and ran straight over the land. But as he turned over and disembarked, the Count paused slightly, and the strange sensation from his body made him quickly judge what the problem was. It only took one blow from the monster to show signs of a fracture in his arm bones. It's not an immediate fracture, but there must be cracks in the bones.

"Bastard. Same curse, only this time Lothar was cursing himself. On the one hand, the Count resented his own vulnerability, and on the other hand, it was also because the attack of a monster dozens of times his size was too reckless, but the bone crack was already a very lucky result. He was carried away by anger and made the wrong tactical decisions. But he had to, too, for if it weren't for the intense anger running through his body, Lothar didn't think he had the ability and courage to take the initiative to challenge the terrible demon. This was all the more intense when he saw the monster in its entirety from a distance. Looking at the monsters that were attacking the hut from Lothar's perception, I am afraid that only the demon lord who was seated in the castle in Vale City at that time had this sense of oppression.

What makes demons more tricky than demons is that the former has too many minds that can act alone, and although each mind does not fully control the entire body, there is a subtle synergy between them. At least Lothar saw no signs of the moray eels showing hostility towards each other. This is the problem, if the opponent is an individual, how can the Count have a way to contain the attention of the other party, but now he only feels that his opponent is a whole army, and the soldiers in it cooperate tacitly and have the ability to act alone.

Tricky, very tricky. If someone had to discuss with Lothar what to do in this situation, Lothar would definitely let him give up. Because people are still human beings after all, when faced with a group of individuals who are no less plural than themselves, the role that a single person can play is really limited. But Lothar couldn't give up, even though he knew he might not be able to achieve the desired result, it had nothing to do with ability and reason, and it didn't need to give so many deep reasons.

"Oooo And the enchantment set up by the witch was not originally prepared to resist evil spirits, and even if it did have an unexpected effect, it could not be held for too long at this time. "Smack!" like the sound of being roasted on a fire and then beaten with a hammer, the first shell shattering when it was completely out of the sand.

With the first breach, the integrity of the barrier was greatly damaged, and three more shells shattered under the impact of the demons. The sturdy barrier began to reveal gaps, which also allowed the sound from outside to enter the house slightly. "Soul, pure soul!" "It's ours!" "Ours!" the heads howled, their voices full of impatience.

The demon's howl gave a hint to Lothar, who was rapidly approaching, and now he probably understood what the other party's goal was. Pure soul, that obviously doesn't mean a webworm. And why the demon would want to devour his unborn child at this time, the Count can guess a thing or two. Neither he nor the webworm had any memory of the journey from the Spire to the Witch's Cave, and they woke up naked on a bed. It seems that the child in the female mercenary's womb may not appear as naturally as his parents imagined.

"I'll tell you to get out of here! monster!" Knowing the origin of his child did not make Lothar hesitate in the slightest, even if the child in the networm's womb was not a magical creature as he thought, he had to protect his lover from the monster's mouth. So things haven't really changed.

"Fleshy people who are an eyesore. A moray eel, drooling from the corners of its mouth, roared and slammed against the sand towards the approaching Lothar. The Earl, who had already learned his lesson, did not dare to try to make a hard connection, so he chose to stop his body at once, and plunged his tomahawk into the sand, acting as a point of force for steering, and at the same time raising large grains of sand to confuse the other party's vision. It was a successful attempt, and regardless of the nature of the demon, it constructed its body in the form of a moray eel, which rarely has eyelids among marine fish.

"Damn it, damn it!" cried the moray eel, who had sand in his eyes but couldn't do anything, writhing his body to pick up more dust. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Lothar shortened the distance between him and the hut in one fell swoop. According to the Earl's idea, the monster came from the sea, no matter how big it was, and it seemed that they did not have the ability to walk on land, so if he could find an opportunity to take the networm farther away from the ocean, it was very likely that the crisis could be resolved. But that being said, how whimsical it is to want to take away the food they crave from the eyes of so many heads. And just as Lothar was moving left and right to avoid the demon's sight, Saich's figure unexpectedly appeared in front of him.

The boy was visibly frightened. His eyes were wide open, and tears and snot and saliva mixed in his young face and dripped down his chin. Saich opened his mouth and made the gesture of crying, but there was no sound in his throat, I don't know if he was hoarse or scared. Lothar's brow furrowed slightly, and he looked at Sach and then at the hut. The current situation is that if he had stayed here, the boy would probably have died inexplicably under the body of a moray eel or had been eaten by the accidental discovery of his head. It would take too long to get Saich out of here, and he looked like he had lost his ability to move. The dilemma isn't it?

In fact, there is no good choice, on one side is his lover and unborn child, and on the other side is a little beggar who works for witches with only a few faces, anyone can make the right choice. So Lothar didn't stop, he pulled the kid up as he passed by Sach, "Sach, Sach!"

Lothar was a knight. Knights, you can't stand by and watch the weak. Fortunately, Sach didn't seem to be in as bad condition as it seemed, and the boy had some slight reaction at the Count's shout, his dilated pupils began to contract, and there was a sound in his throat. "Don't cry, they'll find us. I'm taking you out now, you run in the direction of land, that thing won't chase you, it's not aimed at you. Got it?"

Saich's body was still stiff and didn't give Lothar any response. The Count shrugged his nose and grabbed the boy's hand with more force, trying to awaken the latter's consciousness by the pain, "Boy, you listen to me, I'll just say it once." I can't really save you, and now it's only you who can save you. You've got to run on your own, understand? Don't let the mountain monster die in vain. ”

At the mention of the goalkeeper's name, Saich finally truly recovered. He opened his mouth to say something, but his hoarse voice prevented him from pronouncing properly. Lothar didn't have time to bother with Saich's small movements, they had already been discovered by demons, and it was dangerous to sneak in the shadow of the enemy, not to mention that after pulling up Saich, the Count's speed was reduced again.

"I'll throw you out on three, two, one, and then you'll have to run away on your own. Three. ”

The moray eel with its large mouth rushed towards the two of them, but due to Lothar's position, the monster's body was stuck by its kind, and it could only stay three steps away from its target and let out an unwilling scream.

"II. Sach grabbed Lotha with both hands and pulled his palms as if to do something, but two more moray eels pounced on them. The Count had no choice but to continue to charge towards the enemy, and at the moment when the two mouths approached, Lothar closed her eyes and pressed the center of gravity of her body to the lowest level, and at the same time turned sideways to let Saich hide behind him, and in a very thrilling way, she passed through the gap between the mouths of the two monsters!

"One, let's go!" With one last momentum, Lothar threw Sach out of the way, while controlling the height of the throw so that he wouldn't fall or attract more attention. Then, Lothar immediately turned around, grabbed the battle axe in both hands, and swung it at the bodies of the two moray eels that had not caught him!

"Ahh It was at this moment that Lothar sensed that there seemed to be something more in his palm, which Sach must have stuffed into himself before he was thrown out. It's just that he doesn't have time to look at it closely, and now that he's managed to attract the attention of his opponent, he has to use the time.