The bamboo-backed basket of meat in the sauce had been thrown to the ground by Wow Claw. With one hand he held up the torch that might have some intimidating power against the giant beast in front of him, and waved it at the big cat with shiny black hair, shouting self-deceptive words like "go away" or "I know how to fireball".

The flickering light of the fire seemed to dazzle the Nightblade Leopard's eyes, making it uncomfortable. It's just that even so, the big cat still maintains a steady pace, approaching the slowly retreating cowardice. It lowered its massive body, its powerful muscles throbbing under its fur like a stream of water, as if it was ready to pounce on it at any moment, crushing the bones of the noisy demon in front of it!

It's over, it's over, this beast is not afraid of flames.

The last bit of battle had no effect, and the cowardly demon had completely panicked in the process of retreating in a trembling, so he stepped into the air and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

Wakawah felt that he was probably dying, but he had already given his humble life to give Andrari's modest strength. In the future, when the great Highness Andrei achieves his own hegemony, will he remember that there was a cowardly but loyal cowardly demon who willingly gave his life for him!?

The cowardly demon's mind was in a state of confusion, and he had even forgotten that the ambush soldiers of His Highness Andrei were on their way to surround him, and that there was enough of a druid master to ensure that he would be okay if he "died three times".

Wow Paw could already clearly see the deadly white fangs of the Nightblade Leopard's beak like an unsheathed dagger, and the beast's warm snort had even squirted onto him. Just as the cowardly demon was wondering which part of his body the big cat would start feasting on, the beast, which had taken the absolute initiative, took his eyes off the lame coward.

It turned its head and walked to the bamboo basket containing the cooked food, sniffed carefully at the wonderful smell full of temptation, and then glanced cautiously at the wow-claw, and took the handle of the bamboo basket in its mouth.

The cowardly demon stared at the big cat that was biting the basket and staring at his every move while starting to retreat, and his heart was full of ecstasy for the rest of his life. How can I ask His Highness for credit in a while...... No, I should go and see how Wang Wu is injured first......

The big cat, which had achieved its goal, seemed unwilling to entangle with the cowardly demon, and it slowly retreated on guard against the weak creature in front of it. Just as the black beast was about to withdraw from the flames, Wowpaw suddenly remembered his duty as if he had been beaten in the face!

We can't let it run away like this!Otherwise, all the hard work of all these days will be in vain! This cunning big cat won't be fooled a second time!!

In a trance, the cowardly demon remembered his only mission like an epiphany!

Then he rushed at the black beast that made his legs tremble with his torch and scream, and without thinking about how to buy time for his companions in ambush, he rushed forward with no hesitation, and swung the torch in his right hand at the big cat's head, which was wider than the bucket-like waist of the dwarves......

Then, like an abandoned rag, Wow Paw flew straight out along with the tumbling torches, and with a muffled thud he landed on the clammy mud floor, and he collapsed limply on the cold ground.

It would probably be similar to being smashed by the "Fire Demon's Hand", right?

The coward, who felt a panic in his heart, tried to breathe in with all his strength, but found that his chest was like a big stone pressing against him—he couldn't even breathe.

Am I going to die?, Wow asked herself.

Tears continued to drip from Wajaw's eyes like beads of broken thread. Just when he thought he was going to die so lonely, a familiar whimper sounded in his ears.

Twisting his head to the side with great effort, something hot and humid swept across his face, wiping away the tears that were still dripping from the demons. It was Whimper's tongue, and Wowpaw noticed that his little friend was standing in an eerie position, repositioning itself on only its two front legs, constantly licking the face and neck of the cowardly demon - its two hind legs and tail stiffened in a strange position.

"Good boy...... Cough, cough ......" A mouthful of blood poured out from between Waclaw's mouth, and the cowardly demon felt like he could finally breathe again, but it hurt as if he had been run over between his chest and abdomen, and he felt that his internal organs had probably been shattered.

"Good boy. ”

As he was dying, the cowardly demon whose breath was gradually becoming weaker seemed to see the sparkling firelight surrounding him, and His Royal Highness seemed to be calling his name eagerly. He was eager to reply, "Your Highness, I'm here." But helplessly, he found that he couldn't make a sound, the fire in front of him and the big shining eyes of Wang Wu became blurred, and then his consciousness fell into boundless darkness......

Heavily armed, Cassalon Limestone howled loudly, "Rocks and hills give me strength," and charged the massive beast that was almost melting into the shadows...... Then the valiant dwarven warrior rolled back down the same path as if it had been discarded by a bear child.

Andre, who was inspecting the cowardly demon's injuries, glanced at the dwarven warrior worriedly, and found that he patted the grass clippings on his beard, picked up the iron helmet that had rolled to the side and pressed it on his head, which seemed to be intact except for the embarrassed appearance of his gray face.

The Children of the Abyss breathed a sigh of relief, and although Marcellion had carefully arranged for several elderly druids to come to his aid, he was still afraid that there would be too many casualties for the divine healing. Now it seems that the dwarven warriors have nothing to do with the strong beast, but at least they have the ability to confront it.

"Elder, how is he!?" From the half-squinted eyes, you could see that the cowardly demon's eyes had dissipated, and he let himself wave his palms in front of his eyes, his gaze still as calm as stagnant water.

This is not a good sign. Although Matherion had promised that the bait would never be in danger of his life, the heart of the Children of the Abyss, who had never seen the power of magic, was already hanging in the air.

Then, for the first time, he saw the "blue brilliance" that had bloomed countless times in the war against the demon world, and the cowardly demon who had already fallen into a state of shock coughed up a mouthful of blood in the penetration and comfort of the bright green light, and his trembling body gradually calmed down, but there were regular ups and downs.

"Elder Marcellion, how is he!?" It wasn't until the Druid Master withdrew his supernatural powers that André dared to continue to inquire about the cowardice.

"He's fine. Matherion took a deep breath, as if he hadn't performed such a powerful magic in a long time, and he found that his age had begun to make him seem a little overwhelmed, "He's just asleep now, and when his soul recovers from this pain, he'll wake up, no more than three days at most." ”

"Are you alright, Teacher?" the perceptive Elune asked, sensing the druid's exhaustion, with some concern.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's just a little old. Marcellion smiled wryly and waved his hand, motioning for his disciple to carry the wounded coyote over.

"Wow, woo...... Woo!" The Druid Master motioned for his disciple to watch, his hands kneading the coyote's injured waist and lower body, causing the coyote to let out a whimper of pain.

Andre couldn't bear to look at it, the coyote's spine seemed to be broken, and the lower half of his body was completely unable to exert his strength, according to his experience, he felt that even if this loyal dog was rescued, he would probably not be able to get rid of the fate of being crippled in his life.

A gentle green light flashed, and the tail of the coyote in Miss Druid's arms began to shake with its own strength!

Elune placed it carefully on the ground, looked at the brown and yellow dog with encouraging eyes, and gently stroked its forehead.

Then it stood up and staggered back and staggered! It writhed awkwardly, moved its limbs a little stiffly, and put its head beside the cowardly demon in the arms of another young druid, and gently licked its master's peaceful sleeping face, and let out a comforting whimper.

At this moment, Andre truly understood the confidence of the Druid master's commitment to life, and the powerful ability of the divine magic to bring the dead back to life was not exaggerated at all! In just a few moments, Marselian pulled a dying coward back from the line of death, and also healed a coyote whose main nerve in the spine seemed to have been severely compressed or even broken!

And the big black cat, as the protagonist, has just completed its second round of "defensive counterattack" at this time. The black beast, the murderer, is trapped in the middle of an encirclement of dwarven warriors, elven rangers, and demon spearmen. Although it was already dark, the confrontation between them had just begun.