Yu Wuhuan took a deep breath, barely suppressed the sense of fear, and his tail swayed unnaturally behind him.

She looked at the faceless monsters without movement, as if waiting for something, and said softly.

"Masters of the Nightmare Seed... I just want to leave this area, and have nothing to do with this war... If the noble seed allows me to pass through, I would really appreciate it..."

Silent silence, common nightmare species do not like to communicate through voice.

Yi Yan, who initiated the "Blood Bad," swallowed, nervously nervous, and made up his mind that once the Nightmare Seed wanted to do it, even after fighting this life, he would protect the maiden and the tribe from leaving.

This is the responsibility that "blood-damaged" individuals must bear after enjoying the convenience of materials!

Suddenly, in the tense confrontation, or the unilateral tension of the orc species, a slightly sadistic and cruel voice rang.

"I thought you started working for the Goblin Seed. It turned out to be just a wandering tribe who fled the war and abandoned their homeland..."

The Nightmare Seed that came out of the shadow last was a strange individual.

He has this mouth organ, the style of the windbreaker is also different from the ordinary nightmare, and more importantly, the horrible jagged weapon on his shoulder.

""Crazy Blade" Mikolash..."

Yu Wuhuan said the person's name in a hoarse voice.

One of the three chiefs of the Nightmare Species, one of the big names that even the Orc Species have heard of, who likes to hunt for the powerful existence of the Dragon Essence Species.

How could it... even the leader of the Nightmare Seed... Could it be that today is the day of the ruin of the tribe?

Yu Wuhuan's heart became more and more desperate.

Mikolash took a slow pace, and the rest of the nightmare species did not need to order, and consciously stepped aside.

When he came to the female of the fox race, the leader of the nightmare species looked down at Yu Wuhuan, and his eyes did not have even the slightest appreciation for "beauty", only the cruelty of killing.

"Master Mikolash..."

Yu Wuhuan continued to make efforts.

"As I said earlier, I am not a participant in the war, and I beg you to let me wait...I will disappear in this area before dark."

"Hey."

Mikolash spoke up.

However, it was not against Yu Wuhuan, but the Nightmare Seed behind him.

"There is no big deal here. Pass the information of the orc species to the psychic network, and then you can kill the giants over there by yourself. There is no problem, right?"

‘No problem, Lord Mikolash. 'Nightmare Kind replied.

‘What about you? ’

"I will give myself a little break and have fun..."

Mikolash smiled, and his mimicked eyes looked at the suspected strongest orc around him.

In other words, Yi Yan has entered a state of "bad blood".

"This is the first time I have seen "blood-bad" individuals of the orc species. I really want to know what they can do by "exceeding the limits of the body." "

‘Please come back as soon as possible, Lord Lawrence will be here soon. ’

"... long-winded!"

The subordinate nightmare species disappeared one after another, and there was only one nightmare species left in the presence of Mikolashi.

He pointed the serrated blade at the ring of imperial witches.

"I don't have much interest in ordinary beasts, so let them go quickly. But the "blood-bad" individuals among you must stay and fight me with all their strength. "

"……I see."

No complaints, no sadness.

When the death notice was issued, Yu Wuhuan was unexpectedly relieved.

In this way, at least the people of the tribe can survive...

She turned around, gritted her teeth and said with a smile on the unwilling lion clan elder.

"Then the tribe will ask you from now on, elder."

"Lord Ring..."

The old lion burst into tears, but didn't say much, and nodded firmly at the Yu Wuhuan, and then led the soldiers and tribesmen to continue their path without looking back.

Until there were only six orc species of "blood-bad" individuals left.

Among them is the ring of imperial witches.

"You seem to be their leader, right?"

Mikolash stared at the fox female strangely.

"You should know that the Nightmare Seed has no way to perceive individuals with "bad blood". Why don't you pretend that you are not the owner of "Blood Bad" and leave with the army? "

"You can't perceive "blood-bad" individuals, but I know that the Nightmare species can easily detect whether others are lying. "

Yu Wuhuan said firmly, his pupils and hair gradually turned red.

"I don't want you to change your mind. At the same time, even if you are brave and daydreaming, I want to live with these fighters!"

It is not a victory.

But to survive.

Even though it was only this approaching the impossible probability, the Yu Wuhuan still stayed, hoping that together with himself, he could find a chance with the rest of the "blood-bad" individuals in the hands of the Nightmare Seed.

It’s okay to survive only one.

In this way, even if the tribe arrives at the predetermined location, it will not be bullied by the same tribe because it loses the protection of "blood damage."

"Oh, oh, I was underestimated..."

The Nightmare Seed shook his head.

"Anything is good, come here quickly, if Lawrence knew that I was giving myself a vacation during the mission, that would be terrible..."

Before the last syllable dissipated in the air, a thunderous attack landed on Mikolash's neck.