The flames were like a big mouth, slowly swallowing the whole house. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe Frost Moon Inn is like a campfire, burning in the humid air after the rain.

Rex limped the bard and followed the few who managed to escape. Behind them, the rafters of the Frostmoon Inn snapped and made a "click" sound. Little by little, the inn is falling.

"We've got to pick up the pace, the dead bodies will catch up at any moment. Rex said to the poet.

The bard's lips twitched at pain, his lips trembled, and his face looked tormented by pain. The poet nodded silently and said in a faint voice, "Thank you, young elf, for your willingness to help me." My foot is broken, and I guess I can't escape. The poet stopped and lay on the ground.

"Don't give up, we still have hope. Rex knelt down and pulled up his left arm to lift the poet up again. His body was weak and he waved his hands in frustration, indicating that he did not want to move again.

"Listen to me," he said, grasping Rex's hand, his gaze softening, his gray eyes revealing a warm, golden glow.

"My name is Mallorry, please tell me your name, Warrior!" the poet asked.

"Rex, Septin? Rex replied.

"Okay, Warrior Rex. Before I get killed, I want to ask you for a favor. This is a very important matter, and it is related to the safety of the people of the Empire, okay?"

Rex looked anxiously at Mallorry and then at the fleeing crowd. They were found to have been left behind, and the crowd was moving away from them.

"Stand up, we have hope. Rex ordered.

Mallorry refused, and reached out and took a letter from inside his shirt and handed it to Rex. "This is a secret letter from Prince Keith to me to deliver it to Graybeard." I'm afraid I won't be able to finish it by my strength, but now I entrust it to you, please don't refuse. “

Rex hesitated for a moment before taking the letter. "I... , will help you deliver the letter and fulfill your wishes. “

"Hurry up, those bones will catch up soon, and it's still too late to go. Mallorry urged.

Rex was torn between two thousand points, he didn't want to give up on the poet, so he left.

Mallorry angrily shouted, "Get out, get out, go with the letter." “

At that moment, Overseer Garrick roared and jumped out of the flames, looked around, and spotted the two of them. He howled again, and fifty or sixty skeleton soldiers rushed out with a shout. Garrick pointed the axe in his hand at the two men, and when the skeleton soldier got his target, he swung the black axe in his hand and chased after him.

"Remember to bring my bones back to the White Coast, I don't want to be a lonely ghost. Mallorry yelled at Rex.

Rex had already thrown himself into the fight, not even hearing what he was saying. He slashes and slashes skeletons while attracting the fire of the group of butchers. Doing so might save the poet's life.

Overseer Garrick is a clever monster who clearly understands Rex's intentions and won't be fooled easily. He assigned his men to besiege Rex and hold him back, and the Overseers themselves were able to kill the Bard without much difficulty.

This disparity in numbers left Rex exhausted. His stamina was slowly decaying, and his speed was decreasing. The ground was already covered with bones, axes, and skulls, but the annoying skeletons kept coming, and they seemed endless.

The result of his fears still happened, and more than a dozen skeleton soldiers separated him from the poet, forming two battlefields.

Garrick pounced on Mallori like a tiger, his throbbing speed suddenly picking up, as if he was afraid that the food in his mouth would be snatched away. The poet defended himself against this avalanche of attacks, crawling forward as hard as he could, intending to bite off the Overseers' toes when they approached.

The poet's defense didn't do much. The Overseer kicked him open and then kicked Mallori in the stomach and began to beat him frantically, his bony fist slamming left and right in his face, like a buzz on a punching bag. Rex glanced out of his corner of the eye and saw him holding his head with one arm upward. Just now he heard a "buzzing sound" that was the sound of a fist hitting his arm.

Rex was secretly glad that the poet was still alive, and as long as he quickly dealt with the demons around him, he would definitely be able to save Mallori from the hands of death. Then, his efforts made him angry, and the group of bone soldiers had just fallen in one circle, and the other cluster immediately filled up, trapping him in the middle again, and Rex could not move an inch.

Another thing he feared was quietly happening, with his physical fatigue constantly increasing and his attack speed severely reduced. At the beginning of the battle, he was able to cut off the heads of five Bone Soldiers with a single sword, and now he can cut up to three. The situation made him anxious, and Mallori resisted and struggled stubbornly, and fought against the demon with a hopeless struggle. His expression changed from fear and pain to anger at first, and that might have increased his courage. Let him be like a warrior and get the dignity he deserves on the battlefield, even at the cost of his life.

Rex didn't know how much time had passed, and the Overseer's teasing beating was finally over. It was about to make the final judgment on its prey, and the jet-black demon greatsword that pierced the hunter's chest was once again aimed at the heart, but this time it was the bard's.

Mallori was beaten beyond recognition, and his flesh and blood were blurred. His eyes were completely blind, he couldn't see anything, and blood was running down his ears, nose, and mouth. He was dying, like a dying elk lying on the ground and trembling.

Rex shouted the poet's name, but he didn't react, only a slight up-and-down chest indicating that he was still alive. Rex realizes that Mallorry is not saved, the Overseer's greatsword is firmly in his heart, and the poet stretches out and hunchs his back towards the center. Then it softened like a balloon deflated, and his flame of life was completely gone.

The poet's death gives Rex more energy to deal with the demons, and at the same time, finds himself in a very worrying situation. The unfinished skeleton soldier came like a tidal wave, and he was tired of dealing with all kinds of axe attacks. Fatally, Overseer Garrick walked towards him with his greatsword, and Rex panicked.

His strength was almost exhausted, and he couldn't breathe. I can only gasp for breath to relieve the dizziness and pain caused by the violent impact. The Overseer walked up to him and sneered steadily, "Struggle, fear, poor little man. ”

Rex gathered the last of his strength and raised his palms to the sky. "Go to hell, demon!", Rex finished as a huge ball of lightning burst out of his palm. Suddenly, lightning shone brightly, and dazzling lightning balls exploded around him. The skeleton soldier was torn to pieces by the explosion, and the clearing was covered with bones.

The explosion shattered most of the minions, but did not harm Overseer Garrick, knocking him to the ground. The explosion sent up a puff of smoke, and Rex ducked into the white smoke to escape, and Garrick had already guessed his intentions, and he quickly got up. As soon as it was too late, Garrick flew up and kicked Rex in the back hard, hard and hard, like a wolf, kicking him a foot away.

The blow almost made him faint, and he felt nauseous with stars in front of him, and Rex staggered to the ground in excruciating pain, and rolled twice before stopping. He tried to stand up with his hands and feet, but the burning stinging pain in his right knee discouraged him, and the knee was so painful that his right leg could no longer bear the weight of his body. He could feel exactly the leg break.

Rex gritted his teeth, gasping for air, using willpower to counteract the pain that began in his knees and spread throughout his body like water streaks. However, it is not easy, and the pain of piercing the heart is no easier than getting it to the piercing heart. Beads of sweat were sliding down his face like torrential rain.

His muscles were shaking from overexertion, and he was basically out of control. Rex was like a dying wolf, howling and moving forward.

Garrick walked confidently in the direction of Rex, unfazed by his anxious squirming. He's already on the cards, and he'll be able to take his life in minutes. But, at the moment, he didn't want to end the killing so soon. Teasing life and playing with others is the overseer's favorite part, and that's where the show begins.

The Overseer sneered, stomping one foot into Rex's lap as he caught up with Rex's crawl. The broken knee was injured again, and Rex let out a terrible cry, and his kind heard it, and they trembled and felt inexplicable despair.

He lifted his foot and Rex scrambled a few steps out of the way, the Overseer chased after him and stomped on him, Rex screamed, the Overseer lifted his foot again and Rex continued to crawl, and when he felt far enough, he stepped on it again and Rex let out a heart-rending cry. This torture is repeated again and again.

The thrill of torturing life is addictive to Garrick, and the more tragically his opponent dies, the more satisfied he is and the more he proves to be strong. He raised his greatsword and aimed it at the half-dead Rex, intending to cut off his head as a trophy.

In the midst of the danger, a roar came from the bushes on the side of the road, the angry howl of a wolf. The momentum is like thunder, and the momentum is menacing. Rex was confused, but he could still make out it was Barbas's voice. His heart warmed, "Finally saved!"

Barbas was lightning fast and jumped on top of the Overseers. Biting down someone's neck, Garek was thrown to the ground due to gravity and inertia, away from Rex's body. Barbas seemed to have a spring under his feet, jumping wildly, baring his teeth and shrugging around the Overseers, rushing to bite as he relaxed. Regardless of the part of the neck, ankles, calves, stomach, arms, shoulders, as long as he is not caught, he will bite a strong bite, and then quickly shake his head and remove a few bones.

When the Overseer grabbed him with his hands, he quickly jumped out of the way and walked to the safety side with grins, bared teeth, taunts, and yelled loudly.

The Overseers were teased, just as he had been fooled and ruined. Like a skilled craftsman, Barbas removed a lot of bones from Garrick. As long as the battle continues, the Overseers will eventually be torn apart by Barbas into a pile of useless bones.

There weren't many minions left, and the dozen or so skeletons that remained were crippled. Missing legs, missing feet, missing arms, abound. Three more lost two legs and crawled on the ground with their fingers.