"It's okay, my father is a small lord here, and if I can invite you back, my father will be very happy, he is a man who likes to make friends. However, I still have some tasks on hand, so it is better for you to come with me first, and have a care on the way. ”

"That's fine, I'm running around like a headless fly, and if there's anything you need help with, please be sure to ask."

The two of them reached a simple agreement, and Wu Zixi joined the small team.

It was already the second half of the night, and several other black-clothed people also cleaned up the traces of werewolves in the entire village, Wu Zixi didn't ask questions about werewolves and blood stains, and Miles didn't say anything, they all fooled this matter.

"My master, the traces around you are almost cleared, you can rest first, you have to hurry tomorrow."

The oldest of the five who spoke, looking to be in his fifties, wrapped in a black sleeveless robe like an ascetic, but the muscles of the exposed neighbor were like rocks in the light of the fire, and he was also a strong fellow.

"This is already the seventh village, there should be a lot of things to do ahead, just relying on our strength, it is no longer enough to cover up these things, although I promised my father to do this, it does not mean that I agree with my father's philosophy, if I can ......"

Miles had a little indignation on his face, but some words didn't seem to be said, he seemed to have the intention to let Wu Zixi hear these words, and he didn't hide it, and then he looked at a few people around him, shook his head and continued.

"Since my father said it, and I agreed again, let's do what he said first. The surroundings should have been cleared by Victor's army, and there will be no danger, so go and rest, you are tired enough these days to stay at the vigil. ”

After saying this, Miles sat down by the fire, his identity is special, to a certain extent, he is already a level of consciousness higher than ordinary people, for these subordinates, he naturally shows a kind of arrogance, but for Wu Zixi, he has another expression, this may be a certain perception given to him by his bloodline, he just feels that the Oriental in front of him is not simple.

There was silence for a moment, except for the crackling sound of the fire, but soon, Miles broke the silence.

"Wu, do you believe in gods and demons?"

"Faith, but ...... Limited. Wu Zixi had slept before, and he didn't feel sleepy at this time, he pulled out the Tang knife, although there were many openings on the knife edge, but it was still flashing with cold light, and the blood stains of the goblin on the knife body added a trace of killing to this knife, "I think that one day, my knife may lick the blood of the gods." ”

This sentence, Wu Zixi said murderous, which made Miles a little surprised, he may not have thought through the meaning of Wu Zixi's words, and thought that the person in front of him was a martial arts idiot who pursued swordsmanship.

"My family has some kind of mission, you may not believe me when I say I am the son of God, but I firmly believe so, but my two brothers fell into the arms of the devil, but my father chose to cover these traces, sometimes I really don't understand my father, how long can this kind of thing be hidden? Is it really necessary to wait until the end of mankind? If I see it, we should kill our relatives in righteousness, or at least imprison them. ”

"It's not too much to keep it until Ragnarok."

"It's a pity that I only have a few dozen followers, how can I be able to defeat Victor's army."

Miles' voice became lower and lower, but Wu Zixi heard it really, and the person in front of him could be confirmed to be the [Undead] Alexander? One of the three sons of Corvinas, unlike his two brothers who made history, the story of this one seems destined to be drowned by the river of history.

Although this person is not necessarily the [Perfect Blood], but at least it is a diluted version, and at close range, Wu Zixi is sure to slap this seemingly depressed person to death. However, after thinking about it for a while, he finally gave up.

The night was already deep, and a few black-clothed people over there estimated that they were really tired these days, and they snored as soon as they lay down, but the man sitting not far from Wu Zixi didn't close his eyes all night, the piece of meat in his hand had already been burned, but it was still burning over and over, muttering about these things in his mouth, most of them were complaining about his father, and when he heard the back, Wu Zixi didn't bother to listen.

(What a preoccupied guy, or rather...... Weak people. ）

Wu Zixi stretched his waist and squinted beside the fire, someone was keeping vigil next to him, he couldn't sleep for a while, how many comfortable days could there be.

The next morning, when Wu Zixi woke up, breakfast was already in front of him, but it was still jerky.

Several people were silent, and after a simple breakfast, they threw their legs and hurried, these days, there is rarely a decent road between villages, all the way over the mountains and mountains, and I don't know how the army of the great lord Victor passed.

There was nothing to say all the way, and after four or five hours of driving, something happened.

In front of the path is a small man, monkey spirit monkey spirit, under normal circumstances, will be ahead of a distance, from time to time will come back some sound to indicate safety, skills should be good, climbing trees and playing, more than ten meters of trees, rub a go up.

Originally, it was almost noon, and the group also decided to do a repair, and the little man went to the front first, but this time, except for a scream, there was no letter.

As soon as the scream came, the remaining few people blocked the man in the innermost, and in the blink of an eye, they saw a black figure in the distance approaching rapidly.

Wu Zixi immediately smelled a smell of blood, and there was some sense of danger.

Werewolf.

Although there is only one, the feeling given to Wu Zixi is close to the level of the goblin Haba, or even higher, maybe close to the goblin chief, after all, his body gives people a sense of oppression, even if he runs on all fours, it is a big black mass, a strong body, bulging limbs, and that amazing speed, this is a crazy irrational beast.

It rushed all the way, its open mouth let out an unknown roar, Wu Zixi could see the slimy liquid mixed with blood on its sharp canine teeth, it didn't matter how he avoided Victor's army, the important thing was that there was only one battle in the face of it, and he would die if he retreated.

And the rest of the men in black, they are fearless, loyal people who give their bodies and minds to their faith first, death has never been the object of their fear, werewolves are powerful, but they can still fight to the death.

The man in the black robe of the ascetic stood at the forefront with a half-body shield on his head, and the two people next to him each held a war knife, looking at the movements, there should be some training, although they had two crossbows in their hands, but for werewolves, this kind of thing can basically be ignored, unless it is a thick war crossbow.

In just over ten seconds, the werewolf rushed closer, and the moment the shield touched the werewolf, two war knives cut through.

The blade easily cut through the werewolf's flesh, but it wasn't the point, they looked at each other, their eyes were a little panicked, they missed the best and only opportunity, this werewolf was too fast, jumped up at the last moment and changed shape, dodging two interlaced swords.

The ferocious impact of the werewolf sent the ascetic into the air, and even his muscles could not withstand the brute force of the werewolf, and he crossed more than four meters away, and then fell heavily to the ground.

This is not over, at the moment when the werewolf landed, it grabbed the man on the left and bit it on the neck, and the sharp wolf claws pierced into his chest, and it seemed that he was hopeless.

"Carl!"

The other person wailed, and the war knife in his hand cut diagonally, he was too close to this werewolf, and he had no time to chop, he could only cut horizontally, his blow would not only cut the werewolf, but also cut Karl's waist, but he had no choice, humans were really too fragile for werewolves, not fighting, there was no possibility of escaping, this was his only chance, not to mention that Karl was dead.

The finely polished knife slashed open the werewolf's crotch, but it was blocked by the bone, and it couldn't go any further, and its far tougher body than a human allowed it to escape again, but the pain caused the werewolf to let go of the mouth that was biting Carl's neck, and it howled, pulled out the wolf's claws, and stabbed the man's heart.

In the face of werewolves, these seemingly tempered humans, these fearless people are unexpectedly vulnerable.