Nissa was still the fastest responder, she suddenly looked up, followed the voice, the narrow eyes under the willow eyebrows instantly rounded, and in those purple eyes, a dark shadow was reflected in a larger and larger shadow.

"Get out of the way!"

Before her words of warning and warning could fall, a large black shadow had already fallen towards the three of them, and the air was stirred and whirring.

Rumble!

The timely warning saved the lives of the other two, and they leaped away one after another, and a huge rod-like object in the black shadow's hand almost grazed their toes and smashed into the ground! The strong wind even blew their cheeks painfully, and no one dared to doubt the power of this blow, if they didn't dodge it in time, all three of them would be hammered into minced meat.

This is not a gold digger, no, this is not a human, this is the master of those footprints!

Dodging this powerful blow, the gold diggers had time to rejoice, and the next scene made their hearts rise to their throats.

The shadow adjusted its body and took a step in the direction of Sellapel and Shaw, who were a little slower, leaving the shadows exposed to the firelight, a huge werewolf with smooth hair and a fierce eye, and it let out a wolf-like roar, and Nissa suddenly realized that it was laughing.

The muscular arms lifted the rod-like object that had smashed into the ground, and the exposed droplet-shaped pit appeared in Nissa's afterglow, causing the eyes that seemed to contain a purple starry sky to shrink suddenly, and if they were hit, they would really die!

The giant stick rounded up and swept towards Sela Pell and Shaw. In the firelight, the head of the rod was covered with cold, and the sharp spikes bulged out at the roots—a huge mace!

All of this was all in an instant, and the mace covered both Selapel and Shaw, and if such a force was hit, perhaps the only unforeseeable thing would be the shape of the two of them.

As an experienced gold digger who has been in Luolong Valley for many years, Xiao thought that he might have many ways to die, but he never thought that he would die at the hands of wild beasts, after all, the only natural enemies of gold diggers are themselves.

But now, for the first time, he had doubts about his conclusions, life is always full of accidents, and he did not expect that the back garden of mankind would be drilled into such a terrible alien race.

Time seemed to slow down in this instant, and with his strength, he could barely dodge.

The safer way is to jump back hard, and at the same time use the weapon to protect the parts that may be hit, in case because of its own slow speed, the long sword can unload a lot of strength, and at the same time, it can also borrow a lot of strength from this blow, stretching the distance between the two sides wider, delaying the time to consider whether to escape or counterattack, and the corresponding method, just ......

Shaw noticed Sellapel beside him, she was the slowest to react, she was still unstable on the ground, and she was also closest to the werewolf, that position, with what he knew about Sellapel, it was already a certain death.

If nothing else.

He hesitated, and in this moment of life and death, he actually remembered the first time he met Selapel.

It was also such a night, and it was such a glimmer of light, the candle flame of the tavern illuminated the quiet corner, and a woman raised her glass to drink alone, her intoxicated eyes seemed to hide a different style, and the white soft wattles grabbed his wandering heart with a single look.

The breeze stirred the candlelight in his memory, and the swaying shadows destroyed the silence, and the shadows came from the terrible mace, as if he saw the woman who was drinking alone shattered in an instant, and the candlelight and the wine glass would be buried with her.

It was not the breeze that stirred the candlelight, but the blood splashed from the woman's tight and shapely body!

"It's all right, isn't there that perfect woman, that [woodland rose], the purple stars in the sky. A voice said in his mind.

"No !!"

Xiao roared in response, and instead of dodging, he stepped forward and stuck his legs in the dirt, his hands slightly bent, and the gold digger's sword stood in front of him.

It's like he's in the way of Serapelle.

Almost at the same time, with a [pong!] sound, the mace squeezed the curved blade and hammered on him, Xiao was pressed against the mace by the air like the sword, and was carried in the air for a small half circle, and he flew out with the love that had not yet cracked in his heart.

The woman who drank alone froze, and she saw the portrait of a kite with a broken string, and the kite with a red thread, which was the blood he vomited, and the air flow caused by the kite passing over the fire caused the flames to shake violently, and the beloved person slammed straight into the trunk of a tree, and fell to the ground like a rag.

Serapel tried to follow Shaw's trajectory, but the fire cut off her vision, and at the same time, her heartstrings, and then the woman let out a scream of decibels that was the limit of what a human could reach, screaming heartbreakingly, even if the bloody jaw of the Grim Reaper was biting at her, it was not as important as the person in front of her.

"Go away!"

A voice shouted, pulling Sellapel's soul back, and she stopped screaming in a trance, and opened the distance with a very substandard back roll, but the longsword fell to the ground.

She looked down and searched, then heard the beast roar in pain, and Selapel looked up suddenly, only to see a sword tip emerging from the werewolf's abdomen, and then something knocked him to the ground.

After being attacked from behind, the werewolf didn't have time to fight back with its cumbersome mace, but turned over and grabbed it with a scream, and if it was a little faster, it would almost be able to catch the curvy and exaggerated figure, squeezing the full liquid contained in its body!

The Gold Digger, who had managed to pierce the werewolf, didn't even have time to pull out the sword, she dodged the werewolf's swing, rolled past it with a tumbling roll, and got up again, already holding the weapon that Selapel had dropped, and sprang up to fight the wounded werewolf.

Selapel knew that Nissa was strong, but she didn't know that she could fight with such a sensitive behemoth, and even have an advantage, Nissa was more agile than her opponent, more fierce than the beast, and the werewolf couldn't touch the corners of her clothes at all, of course, this is a figurative statement, and the tight-fitting lining and leather armor armor did not have fluttering corners.

If Sellapel gets involved, maybe it's more of a drag on the other side, and her heart is completely messed up.

Is he dead?

No, he's fine!!!

Even if all of the above conditions are true, those people usually do not treat gold diggers or mercenaries, and the status of these two professions is so low!