Hunting is not as fun as it first thought.

Meeting people you want to meet is not as beautiful as you might think.

In comparison, somewhat awkward.

Some people are embarrassed to recognize the wrong person.

Neither of them was stupid, and they both deduced that they had mistaken each other's race. So the awkward atmosphere began, and the races of the two were generally xenophobic......

This made Melina and Rod hardly talk to each other except for the necessary tactical requirements.

It won't work like this...

Melina thought to herself, "Can I be the active party?" Is it okay to be active? But she was a little weak and didn't want to take the initiative to be exposed, so she was embarrassed and wanted to maintain basic decency.

Elegant and capable, Rhodes realizes that Melina is not the kind of girl who needs her protection, and xenophobia and fierce competition emerge.

This is probably the first time Melina has seen what it means to fight at any cost.

The desire to survive at any cost.

This desire to survive is like...

Like a dog falling into the water for the first time, like a tiger and leopard that encounters an opponent, it displays an astonishing and fascinating fear and anger, as well as a pure desire to survive.

Melina was overwhelmed by this desire to survive.

For the first time in her life, she had seen such a strong desire to survive that she had the idea that if this desire to survive was the universal desire of their race, then this race would surely stand at the top of the multifaceted universe.

As a banshee, she envied this desire to survive.

Banshees don't have such a significant desire to survive, for banshees, their lives are more like loners on top, playing games with the obviously inferior races around them, only occasionally, only occasionally revealing a higher truth.

Among the capitals of the Seven Kingdoms, high-ranking banshees almost exclusively play with other banshees.

Mortals are too fragile for them.

Melina envied the other's desire to survive.

Once again, they met the enemy.

Three Human Ranger Sagas.

This time, it was probably because Rod was not sure enough to clean up the other party, so she said coldly to Melina: "One person, the last one will take turns." ”

This sentence made Melina feel a little aggrieved.

If it was before.

If it is not surmised that the two are in different planes, they are different races.

Then the current Rhodes will definitely say "My little sister, can you be the second of you?" But a relationship built on a relationship of deception is not a stable and healthy relationship in itself.

Both of them had to endure a part of the discomfort.

Rode's venting sexual gloom:

"Rhodes of Allembia. Feng. Ludwig, in the name of the first in line to the throne of the conqueror, took his life. ”

She's murderous.

But this isn't the first time the rangers have faced her race. The experienced activated the anti-magic cloak, and at the same time switched the bow and arrow against magic at a speed that even Melina couldn't see.

"Drink!"

Rhodes ignited some kind of accelerant on the tail of the broomstick, which apparently increased the broom's flight speed to a step, killing it in an instant.

She drew her little wand and waved:

"Death's Bell, Flame Blast!"

…

Solved three rangers.

The loot floated on an irregular slab of rock that could be called a foothold, and Rhodes gasped as he slowly put his little wand back into its sheath, then unplugged the curse arrow that was stuck in his other waist with his free hand.

It seems that because of the injuries she received in reality, her factor state has also been affected to a certain extent, and her reaction is not as fast as the last time Melina saw it.

Melina finally made up her mind.

She deliberately stepped forward.

Swish.

Rod flicked his swift sword expressionlessly, and the blood drew a clear red blood line on the ground along the tip of the sword. It was as if he was resisting her approach.

"By our banshee standards, you're pretty good." Melina gestured.

"Female... Goblin? Rod frowned and repeated, the word was a very foreign and awkward new word to her.

She was silent for a moment, and said unhappily:

“… From a witch's point of view, you're not bad either. ”

She was like a cat that had released her weakness and allowed others to touch her head, which also made Melina touch her [tail] all at once.

Melina quickly pasted it over, bringing the distance between the two back to the distance of 'not yet identifying each other', that is, the distance between sister and sister.

Her extraordinary eyesight immediately saw the appearance of Rod's hairs standing on end.

I kind of think this race called witches is quite cute.,On the other hand, there's a sense of crisis that I'm teasing a cat that hasn't cut its nails yet.。

"You're hurt," Melina approached the other party with a non-marginal attitude.

Rod was silent for a moment before he said awkwardly:

"I'm fine. I..."

"Your world is at civil war?" Melina asked.

Rod was silent for a moment before nodding indifferently:

"It's just a little bit of a dispute."

Melina could see that she cared about information about her own race.

If you want to continue to be friends with each other, I'm afraid you can't care too much about the fact that the two are not of the same race, or in other words, you can't show that you want to inquire too much about each other's information.

Care.

"My world is generally in a state of equilibrium, although there are a little contradictions, but there is no civil war......"

Melina said a little bit about her world, on the one hand, she was not worried about the other party coming over, and secondly, if the witches were all at the level of Rhodes, then it didn't matter if she came over...... Probably, right?

No, we still have to do some prevention.

Melina instinctively felt that if she said something about the geographical attributes related to the Factor Stream, then I was afraid that it would lead to even more serious consequences than her fall.

So she just studied Rhodes and explained the environment of her world in simpler terms.

Don't talk about factors.

Let's not talk about leylines.

Not to mention where we are in the universe.

“… In your world, there is a kind of cat balls called clockwork cats? "Rod has finally taken some interest in the world of banshees.

Melina was devouring ore under the other's strange gaze.

Hearing that the other party was finally a little interested, he put down the ore and explained to the other party:

"A very fat cat dumpling, with a fluffy clockwork on the back, occasionally reliable, often lazy to eat, often cheating and slippery...... But it's a fluffy mess, and it's cute and fun. ”

Rod lowered his voice and muttered:

"The more I listen, the more familiar it becomes... You banshees don't care about these clockwork cats? ”

…… Should there be a so-called? Melina pursed her lips:

"There's not much to ...... If you analyze our race, you should know whether we are a single-sex race or a more feminine race, and we have little resistance to the cat balls like clockwork. ”

This also has something to do with the Banshee's strong productivity.

If you don't have the productivity to meet the Clockwork Cat race, the banshee will definitely teach these resource-wasting meows a hard lesson!

After Melina finished speaking quite happily, she noticed that Rod's expression was a little strange, as if he had to vomit in some grooves......

(End of chapter)