Chapter 143: Getting Out of Trouble

The magic missile is a real attack arcane, and if you eat it head-on, even if it is a horned cow with rough skin and thick meat, a layer of skin will be wiped off the butt on the spot!

The horned ox mooed and screamed, and ran away in pain!

The black-horned rats hiding in the grass were so frightened that they scattered, and some of them ran late, and were immediately trampled by the heavy hooves. But before they could breathe a sigh of relief, they were horrified to see that the shadow of the silver horn followed again.

As soon as the silverhorned rat swooped down and rushed across the grid, the intense earthy magic gathering again at the tips of its claws. However, two carts suddenly flew out and knocked it head-on, and the sharp claw magic also missed, making three smooth cuts on the ground!

The palm of his hand was still glowing with white light, and Morey completely ignored the bite of the ordinary black-horned mouse, and only stared at the silver-horned mouse! Seeing that it knocked the two carts away and wanted to continue to chase after it, Morey took out a long sword from his magic pocket without saying a word!

This damn silver-horned rat can kill the horned ox! There are black-horned rats lurking everywhere in the grassland, so you must maintain a certain height, otherwise you won't be able to guard against the sneak attack of the black-horned rat!

This is the last horned cow, and it must not be lost!

Just as Morey was thinking about what to do, Erred suddenly snatched his sword and shouted. "Let me come!"

As he spoke, the muscles of Erid's right arm bulged abnormally! The long sword was lifted upside down in his hand, and the momentum on his body became stronger and stronger, as if it was accumulating strength! At the moment when the silver-horned rat got out of the cart, he saw that Erred's arm suddenly became thicker, and the whole person turned around suddenly, and the long sword directly carried a burst of wheals under this terrible explosive force, sweeping the blades of grass along the way into a whirlwind!

As soon as the silverhorned rat showed its head, it was pierced in the head by this fierce sword, and it was pinned to the ground! The ground that was pierced was instantly crushed by the storm, as if it had been trampled by an invisible beast!

Under the pressure of that strange wind, the blood from the wound of the silver-horned rat was fiercely pressed out, spraying everywhere. But after Ered used this trick, it seemed that the side effects were very large, and immediately his face turned pale, and he may have touched a wound somewhere, and he snorted and knelt down half-kneeling with his abdomen.

This is almost what Erid is capable of pressing the bottom of the box, but even so, the silver-horned rat did not die immediately. I saw it squeak and scream violently, writhing and struggling desperately!

The sword didn't hit the nail on the head, and it looked like it was about to be ripped off!

"Oh my boy, this is not dead!" Seeing that the horned ox seemed to have slowed down, and ran slower and slower, while the silver-horned rat was breaking free little by little, Morey was in a hurry, and he couldn't take too much care of it! The flames wrapped around his palm, and pressed mercilessly on the cow's ass like a soldering iron!

Whoosh!.

"Moo!!~"

It's hard to imagine how the horned bull could run so hard! But under this heart-wrenching pain, the horned cow almost lost his mind, and found one direction and ran wildly!

Everyone watched in shock at the madness of the horned ox, and the whole car trembled violently!

"Isn't it, it's so hard!?" The sound of the soldering iron sounded in his ears, although Morey expected that the horned ox would hurt so much, but he really didn't expect to be so desperate!

But the situation is critical, and I don't care about guilt! Morey hurriedly grabbed the plank next to the car to avoid being shaken by the violent shaking and got out of the car, while his other hand continued to warm the horned ox!

This time, the horned ox rushed a little harder, and one of the laborers was almost thrown off, but fortunately Erred hurriedly grabbed him, and then dragged him back to the car. Under the desperate efforts of the horned ox, the car finally rushed out, leaving the cave far behind, and although the black-horned rats seemed to want to pursue, they hesitated for a moment, and retreated the same way, and the dangerous silver-horned rat did not chase after them.

The Black-Horned Rat is an absolute social monster that will never be too far from its own race, no matter what happens. After relieving a little relief, Ered immediately took over from Morey and commanded the horned ox.

I pressed one direction and ran for ten minutes! Seeing no black-horned rat appear, everyone's hearts were a little relieved.

"Huhu, are we safe now?" spoke a bearded swordsman named Ika, who was breathing heavily, and had just lost an arm.

Although the wound was simply bandaged, blood could still be seen penetrating the sleeve.

Not counting Erid, Morey, and Ika, there were three ordinary laborers saved in the car, all of whom had a look of fear on their faces, and some people kept muttering things like regret for their trip.

"Ah, no, that's not what you say! I'm not going any further, I'm going back to Finn City!" a man cried and hugged his head, and tried to get out of the car, but Ika hurriedly grabbed him. "Don't do stupid things, it's impossible for one person to get out of the prairie!"

However, it is reasonable that this would be the case, there are a total of twelve laborers in the group, and although I don't know how many Grek has protected, most of them must have died in the cave.

Sighing secretly, Morey silently took out the wound medicine and sprinkled it on his calf, but when he saw the wound, Morey's eyes moved slightly-the wound on his leg had healed!

At this point, the wound had scabbed over and peeled off, and it looked like it had never been injured. Morey felt it intently, and found that a vague and exuberant vitality was surging rapidly from his body.

When I was recovering from the burn before, I had some guesses, and now it seems that my body has indeed undergone some amazing changes.

"Is this what feathers do?" muttered a few words, and it took Morey a long time to calm the tremors in his heart.

The three ordinary people were not injured, but the bearded Ika was not in very good shape. Even in the moonlight, it was clear that Ika's face was unusually pale and looked like he had lost too much blood.

This Ikamorey knows, he is a second-order swordsman, and his strength is not bad, if he hadn't tried his best to block those black-horned rats before, I'm afraid that none of the ordinary people in the car would have survived.

Ered sat on the back of the horned ox, still looking a little worried.

"It should be safe for the time being, those black-horned rats are besieging the boss, and it is impossible to divide the men to hunt us down. But we have the smell of young rats on our bodies, and we don't go down for three or four days! It's better to pray that we don't run into that group again, or we'll be doomed!"

"Damn, who the hell put the young rats in the fire!" Ika thought for a moment, her face changing. "Is there really a traitor among us!"

"It's not that simple! there's no way anyone can throw a young rat carcass into the fire right under the boss's nose!" said Ered in no uncertain terms. "Let's hurry to Warcry Village, those black-horned rats will definitely not keep the boss!

The thought of those monster rats made Ika's face turn pale, but he surprisingly didn't refute anything on this question.

"Where are we now?" asked Morey.

"It should not be far from the Lie River, I seem to smell the water. Ered moved his nose and grinned in pain, and then remembered to pull out the hook that hung from his waist. "You're not small!"

Just now, in a hurry, Morey used the kind of hook and rope that hung on the side of the car.

It has a heavy steel hook attached to it, and it is designed to climb difficult places like cliffs. Although he was entangled with Errid just now, the tip of the hook was also pierced into the flesh, and at this time, everyone was in great difficulty, and their hearts were beating very fast, and Ered directly sprayed a lot of blood at this pull, which frightened the faces of those laborers to be a little ugly.

Ered threw the hook away and left it alone with some black-green ointment. Morey only smiled awkwardly - it can't be helped, after all, he only has this kind of rope on hand.

But just when everyone was relaxing, the grass not far away suddenly moved!