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Both of them were a little seriously injured, on the one hand, Crotea blocked a punch for Ron, and guarded it for too long under the attack of those two people, and finally burst out of their potential to play to the extreme of melee combat, and at this moment fell into a safe place, unable to support it anymore, spit out a mouthful of blood and fell asleep directly. On the other hand, Ron's shoulder was injured a lot, and his face was a little pale due to excessive blood loss, if he hadn't learned magic from Saya to lock the wound with magic power, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to support it now, after he was sure that there was nothing wrong with Clodia, he carefully ripped off the broken clothes, and the bloody clothes hissed with skin and flesh that was particularly clear in the quiet cave. When he was about to deal with the wound, he found that the wound had already formed a bloody scab and had a tendency to heal, he scratched his head, and he didn't understand why this situation occurred, and if he looked closely, the wound on his shoulder was much smaller than just now, he briefly dealt with it, and then looked at Crodia, who had fallen asleep, and found a corner, recalling the gains and losses of the battle just now.

From the beginning of the meeting with the rabbit to the escape, there was no plan at all, it was completely dependent on the strong vitality and persistence of the two of them to survive, as for the strength, he looked at his hands and sighed, if his hands can build a perfect magic circuit, with the inexplicable sword skills in his mind, not to mention being able to defeat the other side, at least he can escape so embarrassed. If you think about it, you basically can't do anything other than the magic of "bursting". Thinking about it, he snapped his fingers, and a small flame danced in his fingertips, extinguished behind him, and then various lights jumped over his fingers in turn, but they were all fleeting, completely unsustainable. At this moment, I remembered the time when I was surrounded by an army of rabbits, and the corners of my mouth twitched.

"I hate rabbits. ”

"Rabbit, Ron, what are you talking about?" Clotea woke up from her coma and saw Ron pull out small pockets from his arms, "Ahem. ”

"Nothing. Is it you, are you alright?" Ron asked with concern, pouring out a lot of things from bag to bag, and the tinkling sound made Clotea look sideways, and a few things rolled to her feet, and then a few copper shells.

"It's really poor. Ron sighed, and Crothea handed him the copper shell he had picked up, and asked curiously:

"When did you start saving money?"

"You're the eldest lady, Saya and I want to raise a big family, can we start from a young age? Ron's words made Clotea fall silent, she looked up at the rock wall above, silent, and he didn't notice her expression, and continued, "Although the people in the town take good care of us, they can only solve the problem of food and clothing if they don't have enough living materials, although the town is prosperous, everyone's living standard is ordinary, and it is nothing more than Saya's eyes will light up when he sees Yinbei." Now, just save a little for her. You say yes, Crotea?"

"I'm not a big lady anymore. She hugged her knees and buried her head in her arms.

"Clothea?" Ron counted the coins and looked at Crothea, not hearing what she said. Clotea stood up and roared at him:

"I'm not the eldest lady anymore!!Winter Town is gone, Father, Aunt Mora, Terry..... They're no more!! I'm the only one left. I'm the only one left. Even if she is as strong as her, she will still be completely out of control when she thinks about these sad things. She cried with a pretty face, and her trembling shoulders struck his mind in the darkness at this moment, and the harvest in his hands turned into a clanging sound and fell to the ground.

"I'm sorry. The moment of silence was quickly broken by the two of them saying in unison, "I'm not targeting you. After a moment she sat down, leaned against his back, and finally burst into tears.

"You're still so funny when you look dumb. She picked up the coins on the ground and said to him.

"Your crying looks so ugly. Ron retorted.

"Ron, do we have a chance to escape?" Clotea asked, leaning against his back.

"Definitely. I'll find Saya and leave with you, and then I'll kill that guy. Ron clenched his fists.

"The stories in the troubadour's mouth are not always true. You're still a kid. Crotea tapped his head and said, "The ideal is beautiful, but the reality is cruel. ”

"Aren't you a few years older than me? Ron pouted. And I heard her say,

"Ron, we're going to win, right?" her voice said, and she couldn't help but whisper.

"Don't you don't believe in the aura of the protagonist in the poet's mouth?" Ron patted her on the shoulder, and in reply she breathed slightly, and he looked at everything dark in the cave and said, "Yes, it will." ”

Sunlight peeked through the cracks in the hole, and Crotea opened her eyes, pushing the creature away from her eyes, her hands on her chest, and looked at Ron with a wary expression, not remembering who had slept comfortably last night and used him as a pillow. Ron stared at Clothea, writhed his body in a depressed expression, and took out an object from behind him and threw it to Clodia.

"For you, for self-defense. "It was a pair of daggers with bats painted on the hilt and a three-edged groove in the blade, and when Clotea took the dagger and slashed across the rock wall, the dagger easily entered it, leaving a small hole and a few stones pouring out.

"Magician, Saya and I killed each other in the town and found it from him, I don't know why the other party didn't use this dagger, otherwise I would have hung up in the first encounter. Ron looked at the afterimage of Crothea in the air and whispered, "You're a good match for it." ”

"I think so too. Aunt Mora said before that I was not armed with a magician, and I think this one is the best for me now. Crotea swung the dagger, unconsciously unleashing her magic, and the next moment, the dagger emitted a dazzling light that enveloped her entirely, but Ron ran towards her in shock. The light slowly faded, but Crotea was completely changed.

Wearing a red ribbon on his head, a red-black tight-fitting leather jacket, bright red leather boots stepped out of a flame, and the red cloak behind him was windless. For a moment, Ron stopped, his jaw almost hitting the ground. Clothia herself was even more stunned to look at the dagger in her hand that seemed to have blood flowing, and was silent.

"This is the real magic weapon?!" she muttered to herself, remembering what her father had looked like in the town after changing his clothes.

"Crodia, can you still be a pervert, can you still be transformed with a dagger?" Ron tucked his chin and circled around Crotea, jealous.

A red-black magic array formed in front of Clodia, a miniature version of Clotea conjured up, and countless data were listed one by one in front of Clodia's eyes, including her physical condition, attributes, magic power, etc., and then, Mini Clotea turned her head to stare at Ron with an envious face, and her gaze also fell on him. Ron was creepy at Clodia's gaze, and then she laughed.

"Hey, hey, you're not going to be spoiled, are you?" Crodia's laugh made Ron a little nervous.

"It's okay, it's okay. Ron, can't you see this?" Crotea asked, pointing to Mini Clotea.

"What is it?" Ron narrowed, her finger just a cloud of air.

"Oh, it's okay. Crotea looked at Ron, still smiling strangely.

"Extremely muscular, not very normal head, very low in magic, good with a sword, in short. It's the five scum of war. ”

A dazed Ron felt a chill penetrate his spine, and after he looked around, he found nothing.

"How long can you last like this?" asked Ron.

"As long as I have enough magic, I can keep it all the time, but this magic weapon is a bit special, and it's completely different from the way I've fought before. Clotea put away her magic, changed back to her original form, and waved her dagger as she spoke.

"Melee combat?" Ron couldn't help but think of the terrifying posture that Crotea had continuously beaten the other party yesterday, no wonder Saya asked her to be the children's martial arts teacher, who could stop such a violent attack.

"Yes and no. From now on, Ron will give me all the set in your head, and you are not allowed to keep it private. Crotea put away her dagger, her momentum like a rainbow.

"Dagger?" he thought of something, and was about to speak, but found that Crotea had smashed the boulder and walked out. He silently followed behind her, watching her back fall into deep thought again.

Not far from them, the adventurers of the brigade had moved towards their position, and between them, a magnificent rock castle stood in it.