The unusual monster that pounced was an harpy witch, and just as every pack of lions would have a lion king, the witch was also the master of a pack of banshees.

These creatures have humanoid intelligence but are lustful by nature, they have no human reproductive system, but it is rumored that every man they capture is sucked alive, and if anyone still thinks that this kind of death doesn't sound too cruel, imagine what it feels like to be forced to mate by an ostrich.

Not only does the Harpy have more physical strength than the banshees, but her singing also has a deeper seductive effect, so in the short time she swoops down from the top of the mountain, the regained guards are obsessed again, including the captain of the guard and the hapless Valenk.

Not yet!

Lear shrunk his body in the shadows between the two carriages, and the Harpy Witch, who kept moving at high speed, made it impossible for him to lock the other party with his mental power.

He didn't have much mana left, and if he couldn't kill him with one hit, it would have unpredictable consequences.

"Stop her Mrak!"

But watching the Harpy Witch fly towards Valenk, he had to risk exposing himself and issue a warning.

Harpy witches like handsome men, followed by strong, and if they have a little bit of a magician's taste, then it's a feast.

Although Valenke's body is far from strong, he is clearly in line with the taste of witches with his dual status as a noble blood and a magic apprentice.

Mrak leaped high from the roof of the car, his red fighting energy filling his blade - after battling with Hag day and night for a while, he had finally broken through the level of second-level fighting qi not long ago.

He slashed at the witch's neck with his sword in both hands, but the other man dodged his attack with a light flip in the air.

"Quack!"

She didn't have any affection for the fat witch who stopped her from eating, so she began to summon her subordinates to come and eat, and maybe some of them were heavier and more fatty.

Many banshees began to pounce on Mrak, and the strong will of the fighting warriors allowed him to be rarely affected by the noisy cries of the banshees, but in the face of enemies rushing from all directions, Mlak could only retreat all the way to the bottom of the cliff, which greatly reduced the space for him to flicker and move, but he no longer had to worry about enemies from behind.

The Harpy Witch sang a ballad and circled in the air a few times before rushing at her sweetheart again, but a long sword stabbed in the diagonal time once again disturbed her illusions of good intercourse, and Guina stopped in the middle of the road with her sword, and the barbarian ran to Valenk's side with a few big ears in his hand.

After spinning in place a few times and his cheeks swollen high, the magic apprentice's eyes finally regained their brightness.

"Who hit me!?"

Feeling the burning pain on his face, Valenque cried out angrily, and Hag pointed at the Harpy Witch who was hovering in the air and confronting Guina.

"Magic Arrow!"

Valenque was angry, as a nobleman, he had never felt the humiliation of being slapped in the face, let alone that this humiliation came from an inhuman creature.

But the distance is too far.

The Harpy Witch let out a shrill cry and lifted her frame, feeling the power of the magic as she flew higher and higher, and she had no intention of coming down except for the constant singing and the harpy harpies that were even more ferocious.

"Stupid. ”

Lear snorted helplessly as he hid behind the carriage.

Hag tore two strips of cloth from himself and handed them to Valenk in case he couldn't take care of him in the heat of battle.

With the addition of Guina, Mrak was much less stressed, but he could only be in a state of passive defense, and then Hag screamed and brandished his battle axe to drive the strange birds higher into the air, but they still flapped their wings and stared at the people below.

I can't go on like this.

Lear cautiously poked his head out of the back of the carriage and beckoned to Valenque in the distance.

"You tear off the strip of cloth first. ”

Lear said, pointing to Wallenk's ear.

"What?"

However, as soon as the apprentice pulled down the strip of cloth that had plugged his ears, a seductive song came into his mind, and Mr. Valenck, who was not very strong-willed, immediately showed a dull expression.

Then Lear retracted his head again.

Hovering high in the air, the Harpy Witch found that the three warriors who could pose a threat to it had been forced into a corner by her subordinates and could not move, and the delicious little fresh meat fell in love with her again, but she still cautiously scanned the ground, and after making sure that the few guards who were scattered and chased away by her subordinates would not cause any trouble to herself, she flew towards Valenque with a smile on her face.

Like long-lost lovers.

It's just a little ugly.

Lear hid at the bottom of the carriage, his mouth closed and he began to recite incantations silently.

As the Harpy Witch contracted the tip of her sharp claws and gently grabbed Valenck's shoulder with her paws, she suddenly noticed that the temperature of the air around her had dropped considerably.

"No !!"

She let out a human scream of despair, a shrill sound that nearly tore through Valenck's eardrums and brought him back to his senses for a moment, and then he saw an icicle slam into the back of the ugly creature in front of him.

"Thunderbolt Ice!"

The surging magical energy and the massive impact of icicles killed the Harpy Witch in an instant, and her body followed the inertia and pounced on Valenk's body, her lips facing each other to complete the ultimate kiss of death.

Oh, what a wonderful love.

The harpies, who had lost their leader, fell into a great panic and began to flee in all directions, and after leaving behind five or six corpses, they all rose into the air and returned to their lair at the top of the cliff with a mournful cry.

At this time, the magic apprentice had just crawled out from under the witch's corpse and began a wave of retching full of wonderful memories.

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

Lear slipped out from under the carriage and patted Valenk on the back, asking with great concern.

"Stay away from me! I swear I hate you Lear!"

"All right, but you'd better lift your feet, because her paws are still hanging from your pants. ”

A kind reminder from the young mage.

"Gross!"

Lear nodded to the three warriors who walked towards him, except for Mrak's appearance, which looked a little embarrassed, and Haag also had a few scratches on his body, but it wasn't a problem to look at the barbarian's rough skin and thick flesh.

He walked over to the captain of the guard, the middle-aged man who now looked at him like a god.

"Count the casualties and cargo damage, and then you can go, and I will send someone to follow you to Bourland to complete the handover, but I have some other things that you can bring up now if there is any problem. ”

"No problem, Your Excellency, the rest of the road is all plains, and the six dead are all caravan guards, and we will bring their bodies back to Sarabuto later, but with all due respect, who are you going to send with us to Bourland to complete the handover?"

The captain is a man who understands, and he also knows that Lear has no obligation to them, and it is already very kind to be able to help them like this, and if he makes any more unreasonable demands and provokes the other party, it is really worth the loss.

"Oh! That's the one over there. ”

Lear pointed his finger at Valenke, who was still retching.

"Uh... You may need to take care of my fellow along the way, and is it really okay for me to take the warriors away?" ”

"Yes, my lord, if you can meet us in two days, you won't have a problem, because we'll still have to walk this way when we get back, you know. ”

After the captain finished speaking, he looked at the bare mountain wall overhead.

"You don't have to worry about that, because that's what I'm going to solve. ”

The captain's eyes lit up after listening to Lear's words, if the harm of the harpy was completely eliminated, it would undoubtedly bring great convenience to their future shipments, after all, Sarabuto only had one way to go back and forth to Burland, and if you were unlucky, you would have to leave a few corpses more or less if you were attacked by the banshee.

"Good luck then, dear sir, if you do, then your name will be remembered by all the caravans and guards who travel to and from the Valley of Death. ”

"Maybe this place can be renamed in the future. ”

Lear smiled, and a layer of cold slowly welled up in his eyes as he looked at the top of the mountain.

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