"That moment just now, it was really scary!"

Irel looked at the fallen corpse with a look of fear.

The bald corpse was lying on its back and falling to the ground. The skin that should have been black is now a little puffy after prostration, and there is an imperceptible paleness on the skin. Moreover, the weird magic lines on the whole body are no longer red, but have turned into a dull reddish-brown.

She patted her heart, shook her head with palpitations, and repeated to herself: "That, it's really amazing!"

But after finding that Ronald, who was changing clothes, did not speak, she couldn't help but be a little annoyed: "Why didn't you let me help?

Ronald naturally has his own ideas.

He didn't say anything, just quietly put on his clothes and carefully buttoned them. After changing his clothes, he couldn't help but smile when he saw that the little goblin was still looking for the root cause and looked cute.

"Just want to know?"

Hearing the teasing meaning of Rhonard's tone, Irel's face became even more unpleasant. She pouted and straightened her face, intending to ignore the annoying master, but not long after she flew into the air, she still couldn't suppress her curiosity and immediately flew back to Ronald's eyes.

"So, tell me about it?"

Ronald moved his aching arm, and after a few large circles, he replied slowly, "I need to observe." ”

Finding that the little goblin didn't understand, he patiently explained: "Next time, maybe it won't be just this one priest, but many people will come to deal with us." Therefore, the fighting style and magical ability of this priest are the best materials for mastering information. ”

After seeing the little goblin's bewildered expression, he shrugged his shoulders, noncommittal, and didn't want to explain the reason in detail.

He turned his head, glanced at the corpse that had collapsed and was white and swollen apparently from the full blow, and sighed softly: "It's a pity, I was going to keep a ...... alive."

He had this intention, but he helplessly found that after the bald priest understood that his strength was still not enough, he burst out with all his strength and made a furious blow before dying. That punch was too fast and powerful, and if it didn't condense magic protection, Ronald wouldn't dare to deal with the danger of injury. Moreover, he also glimpsed the meaning of death in the bald eyes. Seeing this, Ronald had no choice but to shoot instead of capture, because he knew very well that he was not good at extorting confessions.

When the word coerced confession came to his mind, he suddenly remembered Anina.

If she's there, maybe I can try to capture this bald head alive, after all, she's a thief...... Hey, that woman......

Thinking of Annina, he sighed softly and couldn't help but shake his head.

He had just returned to Yorktown and was once again alone in the Ecles Mountains. I don't know, what is she thinking in her heart? Forget it, I'll say hello when I have a chance later.

He didn't think much about it, but looked up and looked around for Irel. "Let's go, we've got to get up to speed. He pointed to the huge rock mountain forest in the distance: "Strive to cross the red rock mountain forest tomorrow." ”

"But......" Irel flew to Ronald's side, pouting at the dim starlight in the sky, "It's ...... now"

Ronald immediately asked, "Do you need to rest?"

The leprechaun's head shook like a rattle.

After receiving a negative reply, Ronald smiled and was kind: "Then why don't you move on?" But his smile quickly dissipated, and the expression on his face returned to fortitude and indifference: "Time, we don't have time." ”

Before he could finish speaking, he took a big stride towards the dark rocky mountain forest.

On the horizon, a faint trace of fish belly white.

Just as Ronald continued to move forward while it was in the blue sky, thousands of miles away, due to the time difference, it was already approaching early morning in the sky in Moon Bay.

A few slight low coughs rang out from the junction between the beach and the forest, but the sound quickly disappeared into the air.

Several campfires were emitting faint smoke.

Syllable!

The occasional burst of cheerful sparks did not break the dead silence.

Victoria, the others, were gathered around the campfire with sad faces.

"It's so difficult......" Blair pinched his mustache and whispered, sighing softly. He looked around at the crowd and noticed that all of them looked a little listless. He wanted to say something to break the oppressive atmosphere, but when the words came to his lips, they stopped at the corners of his dry and peeling lips, not knowing what to say.

Before leaving, everyone thought that a team of 100 swordsmen would be enough. They originally thought that relying on these agile elite soldiers, with a lightning sneak attack, they could easily deal with the lizardmen around Moon Bay. But unexpectedly, there are too many swamps in the mountains and forests, and these lizardmen are both cunning and united.

After successfully exterminating the two small villages of the lizardmen, they reluctantly found that the lizardmen had decisively abandoned the humble camps on the periphery and took the initiative to go deep into the swamp, and began to unite closely, relying on their numbers and geographical advantages to fight back against them outsiders.

Although the swordsmen are known for their acumen, it is difficult to use this advantage in the swamp where they cannot be defended. As soon as Christine had the intention of unleashing a wide range of magic, the lizardmen screamed and ran away. Walking through the dense woods, it is inevitable that there will be noises. What awaited them in the distance was an ambush hidden in the next swamp.

Luckily, these lizard heads don't make traps.

A bitter smile tugged at the corner of Blair's lips, and he accidentally twisted a beard. He glanced around and saw that everyone was still thinking about each other with their heads down, and he looked at the pile of embers at the bottom of his feet.

Memories also continued in silence.

The swordsmen were gradually consumed in guerrilla warfare and movement warfare, and with those damned swamps and the occasional poisonous insects, snakes and scorpions, there were now less than fifty people left.

This made the morale of the troops begin to be low. Even elite troops, in the constant harassment of the lizardmen, will inevitably be worn out of their sharpness.

In particular, those lizardman archers, often in groups of three or five, form small scout squads, relying on the advantage of being familiar with the swamp, they ambush in the woodland early, waiting for an opportunity to sneak attack.

In the dense woods, even as an iron-slashing knight, if he didn't pay attention, it would be difficult for him to judge the enemy's hidden position, let alone those rock-slashing swordsmen. Therefore, most of the swordsmen they brought with them died from those sharp arrows that could not be guarded against.

The mage had studied the poisoned arrows, and according to him, they had been smeared with the poison in the bodies of toads, snakes, and scorpions. The poison on the arrows is extremely high, and those who are hit by the arrows will be killed by the venom if they are not treated within a minute. Although they had prepared for a long time and had brought a lot of anti-poison potions, judging by this situation, it was obvious that the reserves of the potions were not enough.

Blair, with a sad face, couldn't help but tilt his head and glanced at Her Royal Highness the princess with a calm face - although it seemed to be very calm, the tiredness and anger could no longer be hidden in her emerald eyes. Even the long golden hair was now stained with mud and dust.

I didn't even bother to freshen up......

Sensing the tiredness that His Highness couldn't hide, Blair was quite helpless, but he could only pinch his mustache and sit silently on the stones.

Laldo was silent, leaning into the branches to stir the embers from the campfire.

Zizi!

The crisp branches touched the warm red in the embers, and immediately burst out of fierce green smoke, choking Oakland beside him with tears and sneezing repeatedly.

"Ahem, I said ......"

As soon as Auckland's complaint came out, he put it in his stomach and closed his mouth quietly.

"Your Highness, we ......" Blair finally couldn't hold back after twisting off his fifth beard, looked at the silent Victoria, and made his suggestion: "Shall we go back and recruit some more soldiers from Your Majesty......?"

Victoria glanced at the demoralized soldiers around her, and she hesitated, a little reluctant to run back. She didn't want Ronald to come back and find out that there were lizardmen still there.

She didn't close her eyes all night, racking her brains to think of a solution to this problem, and even her eyes were dark. But she wanted to break her head, but she still couldn't think of anything worth trying.

Just as she hesitated, a sharp-eyed swordsman suddenly whispered.

"Look, there's a man on the other side of the sea!"

Everyone stood up and looked in the direction of the soldier's finger. The waves of the high tide rise and fall regularly, sending the black spot floating on the surface of the sea into everyone's eyes. Soon, the black dot quickly enlarged in everyone's sight, and they saw that an old dwarf with a waist-high blood mouth on his back was gently carried to the beach by the waves, and he did not move.

Phew, boom.

The water poured inexorably onto the beach, washing over and over the white wound on the dwarf's back. The body did not move, only a thick beard and hair, floating slightly with the ebb and flow of the tide.

"Auckland, you take a few people down to have a look!" Victoria hurriedly ordered. As she spoke, she quickly followed behind Auckland, who was already shouting and rushing to the beach.

Several sturdy figures jumped down from the junction and trotted down the slope to the dwarf.

By the time Victoria arrived at the beach, Auckland and a few quick-footed swordsmen had already arrived at the beach and carried the dwarf with his head drowning in the sand to the top of the beach.

"In turn, tap, tap!"

After a low command, the dwarf was laid flat on the beach. Oakland skillfully crossed his hands and pressed hard against his round belly.

Goo, goo.

A large mouth of sea water gushed out.

Oakland pressed his head sideways against the dwarf's chest and found that there was no heartbeat. He frowned, and hurriedly reached down the dwarf's neck, and after feeling the faint pulsation, the palm on the dwarf's belly exerted force again. After a few ups and downs, he saw a large amount of seawater spewing out of the dwarf's mouth.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem. A loud cough rang out, and the dwarf breathed greedily. "Ha, ha, ahem, ahem. ”

The salty sea water immediately rushed into his chest with the sound of rapid breathing, choking him so much that he was so suffocated that a sharp pain immediately came from his chest because it was filled with seawater.

His ribcage seemed to be torn apart by a huge pull, making him cough so hard that he could barely breathe. His head was also so dizzy that he had a splitting headache, making it impossible for him to concentrate on unleashing healing magic on himself.

He didn't care about that, just breathed heavily, gasping for air, trying to beat his heart.

After finally relieving himself, he opened his eyelids with difficulty, wanting to thank the person who saved his life. But before he could see the blurred faces around him, the consciousness in his brain began to drift. The faces of the onlookers began to become more and more blurred, and finally turned into countless afterimages swaying back and forth.

"That ......"

His brain was commanding to speak, and he felt his lips opening and closing, but he couldn't hear his own words.

I...... Thank......

His pale and trembling lips tried to open and close, but he couldn't make a sound. Eventually, he was completely overwhelmed by the exhaustion of excessive blood loss, and he tilted his head and passed out.

"Hey, hey, are you dead?"

Spotting the drowning man's appearance, Oakland hurriedly shook his head and slapped him on the cheek several times in an attempt to wake him up.

Christine, who had already arrived here, glanced at the familiar face and gave an order: "Don't shake, he's just bleeding and unconscious, hurry up and carry him to the campfire." ”

Not only him, but Victoria and Blair, who were aware of the identity of the drowning victim, also frowned in unison.

With some incredulous doubts, Victoria muttered, "It's actually ......"

"How could it be him?" said Blair's eyes, an elusive color. When he saw the dying dwarf being carried to the campfire, he cautiously whispered, "We, do you want to ......?"

He made a downward cut gesture.

Lardo was skeptical at first, but seeing the solemn expressions of the two men, he quickly guessed who the dwarf was. He stepped forward decisively and suggested in a low voice: "That's right, we should take the opportunity to ......"

Victoria raised her hand and interrupted Lardo in a calm tone that could not be ignored: "No, save him." ”

Seeing Lardo's silent expression, she knew that Lardo was for Falken's good. Victoria paused, and some hesitation finally turned into firmness: "Save him." ”

"Yes. Lardo made a chivalric salute and said no more. (To be continued.) )