Holding the hatchet tightly, Little Red Riding Hood rushed out as if it had opened a matchless, and more than twenty demonic beasts were forced to retreat under Little Red Riding Hood's hatchet. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Wherever Little Red Riding Hood's hatchet went, there must have been a wolf splattered with blood on the spot, and before ten rounds had passed, a third of the monsters had already been damaged under her hatchet.

Cyril swallowed, quickly calmed down, opened his notebook and began to recite the incantation.

Although Little Red Riding Hood can deal with the enemy in front of him, he can't just stand there and watch Little Red Riding Hood do it alone.

The incantation was fluently chanted from Cyril's mouth, and at this time, the remaining wolf-shaped monsters were attacking around Little Red Riding Hood, so they were also tied together, so that Cyril could use the lightning strike technique with confidence.

Three lightning strikes in a row, successfully killing three ice wolves, and then, Cyril released two more flame bursts in a row.

After the magic was cast, he was already a little out of breath, and although Cyril was very mentally strong, his magic power was only elite-level.

The middle and high-level spells in the lower rank are released six or seven in a row, which is probably the limit of Cyril's now.

Even as Cyril gasped, Little Red Riding Hood was wielding her firewood knife and killing all the remaining monsters that were still resisting.

Looking at the large corpses of demonic beasts and the blood that stained the snow red on the ground, Cyril was so shocked that he didn't know what to say.

After killing so many monsters, Little Red Riding Hood still looked expressionless.

She clutched her firewood knife and stood among the many corpses of demonic beasts, her small body giving Cyril an invisible pressure.

But I can't think about it so much at this time, although this wave has been killed, but who knows if there will be the next wave.

Cyril reached out and grabbed Little Red Riding Hood, then said to her in a loud voice, "Let's go, let's get out of this place." ”

With that, Cyril pulled his arm and dragged Little Red Riding Hood into the distance.

At this time, in the canyon, many demonic beasts were surrounding a huge stone, and a giant wolf about five meters long was lying on the boulder.

Although the wolf looked very old and his hair had lost its luster, all the wolves present were respectful to him.

The giant wolf raised its head, a gleam flashing in its cloudy eyes, and it opened its mouth to spit out the standard continental lingua franca.

"Did you let those two guys run away? What are you all doing! If the two of them hear about our plan and go back and report it to the nearby city, then our plan will definitely fail!"

In the end, the giant wolf roared angrily, and with its roar, invisible waves of qi swept around, and even the snow was blown away.

The wolves around it all trembled and lay down, and only a few could barely hold on to their standing positions.

One of them, a giant wolf about three meters long with hair like a burning flame, raised his head and said, "Lord Ottave, don't worry, those two humans are just passing through here, and I have already sent my proud people to hunt them down." Rest assured, my people are definitely a hundred times stronger than Morag's people, and they can definitely kill both of them on the spot. ”

Standing next to this fiery red giant wolf, a wolf-shaped demonic beast that was slightly thinner than it and covered with moon-white hair turned its head, and a trace of resentment flashed in its ice-blue pupils.

"Asdan, don't be too arrogant, my people are just careless. ”

The giant wolf lying there watched the two monsters arguing, it took a slight breath, and then let out a roar.

Invisible fluctuations swept through all the monsters present, but they were not injured except for Morag and Aslan, who were arguing, only they each let out a large mouthful of blood and then lay on the ground in a languid state.

"Shut up, shut up now!" Ottaf shouted in a loud voice with some hatred.

After all the monsters present were silent, Ottave gasped slightly, and then fell into deep thought.

After about ten minutes, Otaf raised his head and said, "Since the plan is likely to be exposed, let's speed up the preparation time." ”

As he spoke, he let out a roar, and all the wolves present dispersed.

After all the wolves had retreated, Otave lay quietly on the stones, as if waiting for something.

After a while, a black swirl about three meters high appeared in front of him, and out of it came a very ordinary-looking man wearing a black divine robe.

Ottave took a breath, and then said with a hint of emotion in his tone: "'Black Priest' Peter, how long has it been since I saw you?"

The man smiled, and then replied, "I haven't seen you for a long time, I've been so long that I can't even remember your appearance, and I can't even remember the appearance of the mainland." ”

Peter's voice was so soft that even those who were hostile to him calmed down when they heard his voice.

"Well, did you bring good or bad news this time?" Ottaf snorted disdainfully, then asked lazily.

"Of course, it's good news for you, the interior of White City has basically collapsed, as long as you gather your forces, the success rate of completely capturing White City should be more than seventy percent. ”

Ottave's eyes narrowed slightly, and then asked, "So, what do you want in terms of payment for being responsible for infiltrating the interior of White City?"

Still maintaining his soft smile, Peter said, "Lord Ottaf may not know that there is a quasi-saint in White City. My request is that after the capture of White City, I will be given this prospective saintess. ”

Ottave's eyes rolled a few times, not knowing what was going on in his head, and after a moment of silence, he nodded, with a hint of imperceptible strangeness in his voice: "Okay, I promised you this matter, you can go back, me and my children will start the siege in ten days." ”

Peter nodded, and then the whole person turned into a black mist, which gradually dissipated in place, and before it completely dissipated, he left the last words: "Then I wish you a victory." ”

Looking at Peter, who had completely disappeared in place, Ottave slowly muttered to himself, "Black Priest...... Peter, who was called the 'Rising Sun' back then, has now fallen to such a point, the abyss...... What a scary place. ”

Retracting the short knife in his hand, Cyril grabbed a handful of snow from the side and washed the blood from his hand.

Then, after putting away the wolf skins that had been thrown on the ground, he turned back to Little Red Riding Hood and said, "All right, the wolf skins have been collected, and the adventure is complete!"

Seeing that Little Red Riding Hood was still silent and slightly unhappy, Cyril scratched her head, then crouched down and asked, "Well, if you don't have a place to go, how about you go back with me?" (To be continued.) )