Chapter 105 is vulnerable

"Tsk, don't say it, Banan, you look like you now, it's quite ......"

Merge looked up and down at the big tree that Banan had turned into, his eyes playful.

"Pretty what?"

"Pretty burly ......"

“......”

Hearing Merge's description, Banan's rather depressed voice came from the big tree, "It's all this time, Merge, don't make fun of me anymore......"

The corners of Merge's mouth hooked slightly, "I'm not afraid that you will be nervous." ”

"It's really nervous...... "The big tree that Banan had transformed shook its branches.

But before Merge could answer, several stout trees in front of the clearing where Merge and Banan were located snapped and fell to the ground, sending up a cloud of smoke and dust.

I saw a wolf-like creature with bright gray hair slowly walking out of the smoke and sawdust.

"Werewolves?"

The werewolf walked leisurely, but Murge was like a great enemy, and his muscles were tense. However, even if Banan didn't answer him, Merge was pretty sure that the half-human, half-wolf creature in front of him was none other than a wolfwolf.

The werewolf slowly walked in the direction of the big tree that Merge and Banan had turned into, and instead of looking at Merge, he looked up at the lush tree beside Merge, and grinned at the corners of his bloodstained mouth, and laughed in the ancient werewolf language: "The ontological form of the ancient tree elves?"

Seeing that the werewolf had been looking at the big tree that Banan had turned into, Merge frowned, and shouted angrily in the abyssal language: "Filthy bastard, what's coming at me!"

Hearing this sentence in the language of the Abyss Clan, the Werewolf looked at Murge in surprise and sneered in the same Abyssal language: "Weak human reptiles just like to collude everywhere. ”

The tree that Banan had transformed shook a few times, and then his slightly nervous voice came from the tree, "Werewolf, Merge is my friend. Please don't talk nonsense!"

Hearing this, the corners of Merge's mouth hooked slightly, and he said in his heart that Banan was an underage elf after all, and the ancient tree elves lived in seclusion all year round, so Banan couldn't even say anything scolding.

"Friend?" Hearing Banan's words, the wolfwolf seemed to have heard a big joke. Leaning forward and back, laughing loudly, arrogant to the extreme.

The werewolf nodded to himself, "That's right, the despicable elves and the weak Terrans are indeed worthy of being friends, hahahaha......"

"Die!" Murge was furious when he heard this, and stomped under his feet, turning into an afterimage and bursting out, crashing into the werewolf.

Merger's arms were tucked around his waist, and his tense muscles were raised high. Then the fist slammed out, slamming into the werewolf's face with all his might.

However, in the face of the heavy punch that swung in, the werewolf stood still and did not move, quietly looking at the flying Merge, and the corners of his blood-stained mouth slowly showed a mocking smile.

At the moment when Merge's fist was about to hit the werewolf in the face, the werewolf suddenly turned sideways slightly, easily dodging Merge's powerful blow.

Although the werewolf only slightly opened his body sideways, the range of movement was extremely small. But this sideways, the movement is extremely ingenious. Even if Merger's punch could shatter mountains and rocks. But it was in vain that he couldn't attack the werewolves, and there was nowhere to pour out his might.

The first hit missed, and Merge was not surprised.

In Merge's estimation, the werewolves were much stronger than the abyssal troll Thrall, so the werewolves were able to easily dodge this blow. It was also expected by him.

Before the blow was successful, Merge in mid-air immediately turned over, kicked his feet on the thick trunk of a big tree, and continued to rush towards the werewolf!

Obviously, do not attack the werewolves. Merge wasn't going to give up.

The trunk of the tree hugged by about three people shook violently under Merge's kick, and then countless leaves and branches shook and fell, and the sound of uproar was endless, which showed the strength of Merge's feet.

Merger, whose figure had once again turned into an afterimage, stepped forward, raised his fist with all his might, and smashed it down on the werewolf's head.

The werewolf with his back to Merge grinned and let out a sneer. Even though the wind was blowing in the back of his head, and there were even continuous explosions in the air, the disdainful smile on the corner of the werewolf's mouth did not dissipate.

As Merge's fist was about to fall and slam into the werewolf's head, the werewolf suddenly took a step forward and deftly dodged Merge's attack again.

The werewolf skillfully staggered his body, causing Merge's fist to lose its target again, smashing into the air. But because Merge's fist was too strong, he couldn't contain his strength at all, so this powerful punch smashed directly into the ground behind the werewolf's feet.

There was only a loud bang, and the ground that was hit by Merge's punch exploded, and the stones and soil suddenly flew in all directions, and thick dust and smoke filled the air.

The blow missed again, and Merge's heart tightened, his hands slapped the ground, and he hurriedly retreated.

Merge retreated in such a hurry because he was afraid that the Werewolves would take this opportunity to hit him hard. But apparently, the werewolf didn't care much about Mog, and until Mog had withdrawn more than ten meters away, the werewolf didn't turn around.

In response to Merge's attack, the werewolves clearly took an attitude of ignorance. And this contempt made the fire of anger ignite in Merge's heart for the first time.

Merge's eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze looked coldly at the back of the werewolf.

Although Merge was furious in his heart and wanted to tear the werewolf apart immediately, the two consecutive blows were dodged by the werewolf lightly, but it also made Merge deeply feel the insignificance of his strength.

Without pulling out the black lines on his arms and upper body, Merge's strength at the moment is only about that of an eight-star fighter, and there is still a long, long distance from the legend.

Besides, Merge only knew that the strength of the werewolves was above the legendary realm, but what the strength of the werewolves was, Merge still didn't know.

The sense of powerlessness with too large a gap in strength made Merge impatient, but the caution in his heart became more and more intense.

Merge's knees bent slightly, his feet slammed into force, and his body flew towards the back of the werewolf like a cannonball!

In mid-air, Merge, who appeared behind him, raised his knees, looking at his posture, as if he wanted to smash the werewolf to pieces.

Of course, smashing the werewolf to pieces was just Merge's imagination, and Merge knew that it would be difficult for him to stick to the wolf's fur with this blow, let alone hurt the werewolf.

Facing Merge who attacked again, the werewolf's eyes narrowed slightly, and the mocking smile on the corner of his mouth slowly disappeared. Merge's perseverance caused the werewolf to frown.

For the werewolves, this attack of Merge is too weak to be compared, even more annoying than the entanglement of flies.

A cold glint flashed in the werewolf's bright yellow eyes, and it was clear that Merge's repeated attacks had caused him impatience.

Faced with the violent knee collision behind him, the werewolf slowly turned around. He twisted his neck a few times, and then said extremely arrogantly: "Terran bugs who don't know what to do. ”

Seeing that the werewolf turned around, the momentum of the merge in mid-air continued unabated, and he slammed straight into the werewolf's chest!

But the collision that Merge expected did not happen, he only felt the strong wind in front of him blowing suddenly, and he didn't even look carefully at the werewolf man's movements, and then his throat tightened, Merge had been locked by the werewolf by his throat, and the whole person was strangled in mid-air by the tall werewolf with one hand.

The werewolf's cold, sharp nails pierced into Merger's skin, and bits of crimson blood spilled out, staining the werewolf nails blood-red. At the same time, the tremendous oppressive force coming from the werewolf man's claws choked Merge's throat tightly, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Unable to breathe, Merge's face turned red, a sense of dizziness lingered in Merge's mind, and his limbs began to become paralyzed.

Merge kept beating the werewolf's thick arm, but the strength of Merge's fist was getting smaller and smaller.

In just a few breaths, Merge could barely perceive the presence of his limbs, his strength continued to lose, and his constantly struggling body gradually hung down weakly. (To be continued.) )