The body of the Sickle Beast Boss was placed over the others, and it was clear that he wanted to face me face to face.

Before I could say a "no", one of its front paws had already sliced sideways with the sound of the wind!

The heavy layer of ice on the shield completed its mission, and was scattered into white shards that fell on the steps, but fortunately it didn't break through my shield!

I slashed my other claw with my knife and jumped to my feet.

Seeing it swing its long, sharp claws at me, I knew I had to change my tactics. At such a medium and long distance, although I can jump around with agility, its claws come in front of me in a flick, and I suffer too much.

Seeing the right moment, I jumped to the side of the scythemon and slashed a large hole in its hard, smooth green carapace, causing the thick black juice of its body to spray out, and then circled around the other side of its body to continue slashing, and the flames wrapped around my armor burned its relatively weak belly with black smoke......

The scythe cried out in pain, but it was frozen again, and had to twist its upper body with difficulty, its claws waving in vain at its side. Not only did he not catch my side, but he also added a few big holes to his body because he used too much force.

When I cut off its little head, a scythemon's body was thrown from the top of the altar. I hurriedly looked up, and I was shocked by the situation above!

There was also a human-beast battle on the top of the altar, and some of the sickle beasts took advantage of our unnoticed ability to emerge from the top of the altar, as if they also knew that it was an important place. Although the men I left on it slashed and killed a few of them, a particularly large scythe had already appeared, and it only revealed half of its body. Both front paws were already stained with human blood.

I hurried up again. I didn't think about anything. I don't have time to think about it. I only know one thing, that is, I am more miserable today, and it seems that if I don't die at the mouth of the monster, I will have to die of exhaustion!

There was a mess under the altar, and Grandpa Martin had become the commander of all the soldiers, and he ordered the troops of the Three Kingdoms to abandon their horses, climb the altar on foot, line up on the steps, and condescendingly fight against the swarming small monsters. The army of darkness is at the top. All of them turned into archers armed with bows and arrows, and the winged people and elves also flew into the sky, supporting them with precise magic and bows and arrows.

At this time, the situation has reached the point of being out of control, either you die or I die. The soldiers all knew that once the monster rushed up and killed the prince, everyone would not say anything, and the family would have to be finished!

The soldiers had no room to retreat, shouting and entangled with the beast until the last drop of blood was shed. The white-robed priests no longer spared their magic. They stood on the steps, frantically throwing healing techniques from one level at the soldier's own. The magician didn't even look at it, and all of them used a wide range of direct damage magic, and the walls of fire were ignited, and a single lightning strike technique could knock over a large number of demonic beasts...... Even the ordinary soldiers in the back were throwing small fireballs on the battle line!

Everyone is crazy and just wants to hold on a little longer and wait for the legendary reinforcements.

When I stepped on the top of the altar again, I saw Uncle Webber use lightning to knock a scythe beast into the air! everyone on the altar was cornered by the scythe, and almost all of my guards were wounded. With the support of the healing magic that the priests desperately cast, the wounded stood up again and again, and continued to resist under the leadership of Uncle Turner......

The Scythe Beast Ancestor finally crawled out intact, and it was clear that it was a clean-loving fellow, as it was shaking its slender body so that the dust on it would fall. After doing this, it screamed exaggeratedly and stretched a big lazy waist...... Looking at the huge size of this guy, the priests' faces began to turn as green as the body of the Scythe Beast.

The more critical the moment, the more people will use the most primitive power.

By the time the Ancestor Scythe stretched out and didn't see me, I had already dragged a certain part of its tail in front of it, unlike what others later legended, and I didn't know where my hand was on it...... Anyway, my palm is so big, it's not too much to find a suitable place to start.

At that time, I was very nervous about the safety of the people above, and I forgot for a moment that I had been blessed with magic, and I used my strength a little more...... So, it's as if something I've pulled off...... You know, I'm not so sure about that......

This incident made me regret it very much, because it directly led to my future enemies fighting with me...... I was very careful about my waist down, so I rarely had the opportunity to repeat it......

Anyway, I this guy off anyway.

Its body twitched violently, its head swayed, and its two sickle-shaped front claws tore the things around it into pieces, and several of its sons were substituted for the dead...... The shrill scream brought to a halt all the people and monsters on the altar!

Everyone looked at it and didn't know what to do. After it had torn down one of the corners of the altar, it turned its head to see me, and at the blackened "incriminating evidence" on my left hand, it screamed again!

My ears are "buzzing".

"No, no, no...... I'm sorry!" I stammered at it, "I'm ...... I don't know you're going to care in particular, you, you, you...... You're getting older, and you're ...... I don't use ...... very often."

It's not because I'm afraid, I'm stammering under a deep sense of apology, everyone is the same life, let's not talk about fighting and killing, but pulling off the other person's ...... I don't know if the phrase "a soldier can be killed, but not a bed" is popular here?

"Run!" someone shouted, as if it were Fichette the boy!

Before I could turn around, the tail of the Ancestor Scythe Beast bounced up from the ground, and it hit the chest with a "swish".

I blocked the blow with my left hand, but the knight's glove palm stuck in the hard shell of its tail could not be removed!

I couldn't run down the stairs because the stairs below were crowded, so I had to run all the way down the stairs. The Ancestor Scythe Beast was dragged to "chirp" and scream, but because I was very fast. It just couldn't find a chance to turn around. Its body is also too long. If I don't turn around, my claws won't reach me.

The altar is built of large stone and is very smooth except for the steps. I ran in front with my wind walk, and the scythe beast that was being dragged was screaming all the way behind!

I ran across the battle line, and whether it was a soldier or a monster, they all looked at me blankly, as if they had forgotten to fight. After running a long way, the monsters on the front turned around and began to chase me...... Maybe it's not chasing me, it's chasing what I'm dragging......

I don't dare to slack off in the slightest. I know that if I slow down a little, my life will be gone!

The demonic beasts in front of me saw me running over, and they all screamed to avoid it, and they didn't chase after me until I ran over, and I was already followed by a large number of demonic beasts, some big and some small. I don't know why this is happening, I just know that I'm tired.

A couple of elven magicians flew over me, giving me a constant boost of magic, and some magicians were attacking the thing I was dragging with their magic from afar.

The guy I dragged in pain screamed and waved his claws, and kept slashing at the various monsters that accidentally ran to his side. Along the way, the sand and rocks were flying, and the body was broken...... Of course. You can't say to a monster, "Look, this is a hellhound, this is a two-headed wolf...... They are all your brothers...... You've got to be polite to them......" They don't seem to have that concept in their heads.

After running for a while, I didn't think it was right, I should run around the altar so that the magician on the altar could kill this old immortal monster.

So I began to change my course gradually, and circled not far from the altar. I didn't think about what I would do after this old immortal was killed, and whether the big number of demonic beasts behind me would let me go...... I'll just run anyway.

What else would you say that Warcraft is Warcraft? I thought these guys were terrible just now, but now these idiots know that they can't get along with me, and they no longer want to rush to the altar to kill people, they all follow me wholeheartedly and practice long-distance running.

I remember watching a movie in my previous life where a guy named Forrest Gump came running like this, but I was better than him because the things that followed me ate people......

The Scythe Beast was dragged away by me, its weak abdomen scraped by the ground, and it was constantly suffering from the magic blows from the altar, especially after several magical attacks from Uncle Wilbur, its body was already on fire.

I think it must be spectacular, I look like a burning man, dragging a long firefly, followed by a large number of followers...... We all happily circled around the altar together, and from time to time something was thrown down from the altar......

I don't know exactly how many laps I ran, I just knew that when I heard the deafening sound of horses' hooves and the cheers of the soldiers, I was really dying, almost exhausted.

The elven magicians unleashed the levitation spell on me and made me float, and I watched as they helped me undo my gloves, and I didn't even have the strength to say a word.

I looked down, the reinforcements of the Porta Empire finally came, tens of thousands of brightly armored heavy cavalry lined up neatly and began to attack, they were numerous, of course, they were qualified to ravage the remaining demonic beasts.

I was placed in front of a small platform at the top of the altar, Fichette holding my head and asking me what I wanted. I died of thirst, but I couldn't say a word. After the magic fails, the fatigue in the body is overwhelming, the bones are itching, and the muscles are sore as if someone has poisoned you.

The female general walked over, looked at my white, chapped lips, and reached out to take a hydration bag from her waist. Taking off my helmet, she moistened my lips with water and then gave me a sip after sip.

My eyes stared blankly at her.

"I confess that you are a brave and mighty governor...... "but that still does not change my earlier opinion of you. ”

"Cohen!" Grandpa Martin came up and ran to me in a few steps, "It's not hurt!"

"No injuries," said Jack, "just can't speak!"

"It's okay, it's a side effect of an overdose of magic...... "Grandpa Martin patted my stiff face, "I'll be fine with more rest!"

I took a deep look at Grandpa Martin with my eyes, and then turned in the direction of Fichette.

"You rest, I understand," said Grandpa Martin, "I'll give it to me!"

Hearing him say this, my head tilted...... Fell asleep.

※※※ This sleep is called a comfortable, and when I wake up, I am already on the way home. Except that the body is still a little weak. One qiē is not bad.

The procession was moving slowly. They also prepared a comfortable carriage for me, and the idiot prince used to sit in it is now mine.

I asked someone to lift the curtain of the carriage and enjoy the scenery outside, while someone rubbed my somewhat hard body. While I was sleeping, they were already doing this.

"Hey, hey," I shouted to the female general passing by on horseback, "how about you come up and have a chat?"

Her helmeted head tilted in a dismissive motion. Rode away......

"Haha, do you know it's amazing?" Fischet's voice rang out, "I'll accompany you!"

He jumped from his horse to the carriage and, as he entered, told the curtain to be lowered.

"You're awake!" Fichette sat down beside me, "and the conditions are okay, aren't they?"

"Horses......" I said.

"You guy......" Fichette shook his head, "I'm sure I'll have something to do after I make a difference......"

"It's good to know," I said, "who arranged this carriage?

"Temple!" he replied to me with a smile, "those white-robed sacrifices. ”

This is surprising to me, when did these idiots become smarter?

"Didn't expect that, did you?" Fichette continued. "And that's not all, there's a guy who follows us all the way. I will give you a whole lot of medals and titles that can crush you in the Holy Capital......"

"Huh?" I opened my mouth, "why?"

"Because you saved their lives," Fischette said, "and we both received an invitation to the Temple of Light. ”

"You mean," I winked, "we're going to Paradise Island?"

"Yes, but before that we go back to the Holy Capital," said Fischette, "and put the agreement in place." ”

"Then," I asked Fischet, "what about our army?"

"There were few casualties among the soldiers we were with," Fischette said, "and the rest......

"How?"

"There are still two hundred or so people in the army of the Riva Empire, and the army of Porta is not even a scum! That general was beheaded on the spot......

"Then how many monsters did we kill?"

"I don't know," Fischette said, shaking his head, "anyway, the corpses of all kinds of demonic beasts spread all over the plain, chopped into pieces, burned to charcoal, trampled into pancakes...... You can smell the stench even from dozens of miles away, by the way, the one you dragged to death is the Sickle Beast is the Beastmaster, no wonder so many Demonic Beasts chased you at that time. ”

"Huh!" I smiled.

"Later, the 20,000 heavy cavalry simply tore down the nest of the monsters," Fichette gestured with his hands, "with the support of the magician, tear down the crypt, kill all the remaining monsters, and then plug the crypt...... Huge project!"

"That's good," I said with a smile, "I don't think this place can be used for trials anymore." ”

At night, when I arrived at the camp, I walked around in the company of everyone.

"Boss, you know what?" said Jack, "we've made it again! The Porta Empire has lost us eight thousand horses, all of them with very good stamina!"

"Really?" I said, "how can they give it?"

"Eight thousand horses," said Fischette, "are nothing compared to their princes." ”

"Be sure to take care of it!" I said to Jack, "pick out the best ones and keep them as stallions!"

"Got it!" Jack said with a smile, "This is the boss who bought his life in exchange, but speaking of which, the boss is dragging an old immortal monster, and you are really not very handsome to run......

"you," I said with a smile, "and you want me to do it again?"

When I was giggling, I saw a little black whirring thing on the side of the path.

"Jack, go see what that is," I said, gesturing to the side of the road, "be careful." ”

Jack ran over and didn't pick up a critter.

"Look, boss," he said, "it's a horse-like thing, black, and dying!"

I hugged it and saw that the little one looked like a newborn foal. In addition to being black all over, there was also a little hard bulge on the top of his head. The only characteristic is that it is very ugly! It looks sick, and it is not well nourished.

"Forget it, Cohen," Fischette said to me, "and though it looks like it matches you in color, it's dying......"

"No, I'm going to keep it," I said, unwrapping my robe around its tiny body, "I'll revive it." ”

"Don't be stubborn," said Fischet, "Cohen, you don't have milk to feed it. ”

"I don't," I said as I walked to my room without looking back, "you guys give me a way!"

I'm not on a whim, but just after a brutal killing...... I always feel that I should be kind to life, not to mention that this little thing seems so fragile. As if saving it, I could forget all the unhappiness I had in the temple and under that altar, which was a psychological compensation for me.

I named it "Little Crow", and Fichette rejected several protests.

There's only one good thing about being the boss, and that's when you make a decision, you can sit back and watch a lot of people go about your business.

I called the magician to treat the little crow, and his attention caused the female general to pay attention to me many times, and finally gave me four words: "Plaything is demoralized!"

Every day, people are sent out to catch animals, regardless of size, as long as they have milk. There is only one fate for the wet nurse who is caught, she is hung upside down in my carriage to nurse the little crow, and there will be no freedom until the last drop of milk is squeezed dry.

Because of this, I was scolded as a "pervert" by the female general, am I more than her idiot prince? Forget it, I'm a big man, even the Scythe Beast King was dragged to death by me, what is there to do with her as a woman?

By the time we reached the borders of the Sbia Empire, the little crows had been fattened by me, their black fur shining in the sun, and they could run after my carriage. I saw Fischette and the others shouting that it was a pity, hehe, regret it now?

Although I have a large carriage, and a dozen or so maids who belong to me with it. But as soon as I entered the territory of Sbia, I began to ride my horse. First, I can play with the little crows, and secondly, I still like to ride horses with my brothers.

After rounding the border with the cavalry waiting for us, we headed all the way to the Holy Capital. (To be continued......)

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