The moment I heard the scream, my muscles tensed, and like a leopard, I looked around, and then rushed in the direction where the sound came from.

The night breeze whipped my face and the grass around me fluttered.

The scenery on both sides was quickly left behind me.

Accelerate, accelerate, accelerate!

There are nearly 60 people in the advanced research class, and I am not very familiar with other people except for the small circle around me.

I may be able to know it in person, but just listening to the voice, I still owe a little, but for me, no matter who it is, in such a strange situation, all I have to do is to break the game.

A guy who can eat a Siberian tiger and several elk alive, whether it is a man, a demon, or a beast, is dangerous.

I can't sit idly by.

The horse-made Lu was fast, and the bow was like a thunderbolt.

The distance of hundreds of meters turned into a mountain road, but it was very far, and even if I used all my strength, by the time I arrived, the battle was already over.

When I arrived at the scene, I saw only a bloodstain, splashed blood all around, and messy footprints everywhere on the ground.

It seems like two people are fighting here.

I threw the supplies on the ground, reached into my arms, and pulled out the lava staff, not infusing it with demonic power, but hunched over, looked left and right, and then stepped into the battlefield, seeing that I had finally arrived too late.

There was no more silence around at the moment, and everything fell into a deathly silence.

Quack, quack, quack

The sudden cry startled my nervousness, and then I looked up and saw birds soaring into the darkness of the sky.

I squinted, adjusted my pupils, and swept towards the movement.

However, in such a dense forest, even though my eyes have mutated and I know the magic power of hope, I still don't see anything.

I regulated my breathing and walked slowly into the middle of the field.

I use my tiptoes, little by little, to explore.

Bang

Suddenly, I subconsciously looked down, but I saw a kettle.

I picked it up on my tiptoes, and the kettle picked up and fell into my hand, which was a deflated kettle, and from its exaggerated appearance, I could feel how strong the power had been exerted on it before.

My judgment was not wrong.

My left hand, grasping the ** bottom, quickly memorized the lines on it, while in the afterglow, I was looking around.

If the murderer hadn't gone, he might have pounced on him at this time.

And if that's the case, I can pull out the lava stick and surprise him with a big one, and let him know what a big stick is