"Whew...... Whoop...... "The old toad Hama held his knee with one hand and waved his hand, out of breath, "No...... No more...... I—I can't run...... Let the zombies eat me......"

Faust was young and strong, and had already run ahead of old Hama, and he stopped and looked back. In the labyrinth of winding corridors and secret passages, Faust could not see the shadow of zombies, but Faust knew that zombies would never be lost.

For now, though, it's time to take a break – with the speed of a zombie, it's not easy to chase after you.

Faust could not have abandoned old Hama, the senile Toad Man was crucial in his plans - he would not stay in Toad Village for long, the population was too small for the whole village to bring much faith even if the whole village believed in Legba.

And now, God has given Faust a wonderful opportunity, as long as he saves the lives of individual members of the adventure team in the next battle, he can smoothly enter the human society of the new world with the recommendation of the other party.

If it weren't for this party, he might have developed his faith little by little in these jungle tribes, Faust thought as he adjusted his breathing.

The old toad Hama had already sat down on the ground, panting for breath, "Master Apostle, leave me alone, you...... You run first...... "The old toad thought that Faust was in a deep religious friendship and stayed and waited for him.

"Remember what I reminded you, Brother Hama, you have to pick something positive to say in the future. Faust did not respond positively to old Hama, and the more vague the answer, the more it reinforces his preconceived impression, and Faust did not hate the preconceived impression that old Hama had just had.

"You...... You're ......," the old toad Hama choked up suddenly, "and he stood up against the wall, "thank you, thank you...... No one, no one has ever treated me so well before......"

Faust didn't expect to have such a good effect by dealing with it casually—he could feel that old Hama's fear of him had diminished dramatically, and his affection and affection had skyrocketed.

But Faust was happy to see such a change, "Brother Hama, you see, we are bathed in the light of the god Legba, and we need a reason to lend a helping hand to each other?" Taking advantage of this great opportunity, Faust poured chicken soup on old Hama.

"Let's go slowly, the Legba Church will not abandon anyone!" Faust put the old toad on his arm, and the two walked slowly into the distance.

"Wow!W~~" The sound of swords and axes reverberating in the corridor, Kuaza shook a severed hand, jumped back and forth with a knife in one hand, and his dexterity was almost no less than that of the thief Jebido.

His opponent, the big man Gaunt, was almost twice as tall as him, and his eyes were still red, and he could faintly see a white snort accompanied by a heavy panting.

Gaunt's injuries looked even worse than Kuazza's - his upper body was covered in dense scar marks, and with his violent movements, drops of blood oozed from them, leaving his entire body a reddish hue.

In fact, these injuries were nowhere near as serious as those of Kuaza, who fought with almost as many fatal wounds as ordinary fighters, while Gaunt's injuries were mainly due to the massive loss of blood.

This is exactly the tactic that Kuaza chose for himself - it has to be said that Kuaiza is indeed a rare fighting genius, and he chose tactics very appropriately.

Although his injuries were severe, his combat power was still superior to Gaunt's, and if he tried to kill Gaunt in a hurry, he would likely be severely damaged by Gaunt's final blow, and Kuaza, who was already badly injured, could not withstand another blow.

By this time, Gaunt had fallen into a state of barbarian rage, in which the precision of his moves was greatly reduced, and his strength and durability increased. Reinhardt, who had just had a tacit understanding, fought alongside him, and his weakness was not obvious, and even caused great damage to Kuazza.

But now that he's out on his own, the frustration of the rage is revealed—Kuaza can easily dodge his attacks and stab him, while he can only roar and continue to attack meaninglessly.

Kuazza constantly inflicted small wounds on Gaunt, causing him to continue to lose blood, and as his stamina was exhausted and blood flowed, Gaunt's attacks became less and less frequent, and Kuazza became easier to deal with.

It didn't take long for Gaunt to shake all over, his eyes to regain clarity, and the muscles in his body seemed to have shrunk a little.

Of course, Kuazza would not let go of this opportunity, and the tip of his knife deftly picked out an arc, leaving a wound on Gaunt's arm, and then, Kuaza was not in a hurry to expand the victory, but jumped back and stood three or five meters away from Gaunt.

Gaunt, whose furious effects had passed, took two steps back and assumed a vigilant posture. He gasped, "Why didn't you attack it?"

Kuaza didn't understand the big man Gaunt's words, he just shook his head, "Stranger, you are very strong, if you were born in my village, we would be very good friends." ”

Saying beautiful things as if he could defeat Gaunt casually, Kuazza didn't let his guard down at all, and while Gaunt was exercising fiercely, he was only moving much more than Gaunt - dodging attacks always cost a little bit of physical exertion.

He set this attrition tactic because he was confident that his physical strength was far better than Gunter's, enough to exhaust the opponent's physical strength and life to achieve the final victory.

But now it seems that he is still too optimistic, Kuaza smiled bitterly in his heart, his physical strength is indeed better than the other party, but his injuries are far heavier than he imagined.

His back was aching and tingling, and the dagger might have been poisoned, and there was a slight tingling pain in his left arm and chest, probably caused by the dislocation and fracture of the bones caused by the vigorous exercise.

The situation in Kuazza is no better than that of Gaunt, and even worse.

However, the more difficult it became, the more he wanted to bluff, and Kuaza struggled to maintain his stance, "Out of respect for a warrior at the last of your heart, you can make a move." He raised the knife in his hand and made an inviting gesture.

Even though the language was different, Gaunt could see the contempt in the other party's movements, and he couldn't help but be furious, and roared, "Toad, go and die!"

Gunter swung his axe and was about to rush over to make a break with Kuaza, who also slid back with one foot and crossed the blade, ready for an attack.

"Gaunt...... Did you hear a shout!" Reinhardt's voice came from the tunnel behind Gaunt, and the closed tunnel was very conducive to gathering the sounds.

Kuaza's face changed, and his figure disappeared in place. But it was too late, and when Gaunt heard the voice, he shouted without thinking, "Here!"

"Whoa!" Gaunt shouted, raising his axe to block Kuaza's attack, grinning a bloodthirsty grin, "You're done, toad." ”