| | |->-> "I am grateful that Kate saved me, and also I saw the ironic ending of the demon warrior, but this is not what bothers me. When it is dying, there seems to be something trying to occupy me , This is what worries me. When I try to find out what has changed in me, that thing seems to disappear again, but maybe it is my illusion, I can feel my magic power seems to be enhanced, although because The sacrificial knife still has n’t been repaired, and I ca n’t release the magic, but ... I just hope that this is a good thing, after all, I have n’t experienced 'good things' in a long time. "

"......"

"People who read these pages must sometimes think that my companions and I have been cursed in some way. Despite our efforts and my lack of willingness, we still encountered a variety of people who worship the dark forces. I myself often doubt that we do n’t know why we seem destined to oppose their plans, but we never really understand why. This speculation never seems to bother Guerrerogan. He is calm about all these things, Just mumbled, shrugged destiny, and dismissed any speculation about these things as futile philosophical thinking. But I have been thinking about this for a long time. In my opinion, if there is a force in this world against evil Servant, then it may sometimes guide our footsteps and even protect us. Of course, we often encounter the most shameless and evil plots committed by some of the most unlikely bad guys ... "

——From "Bai En Diary", Volume Five

When Bian heard the sound of a broken tree branch, he froze on the spot. He has experienced too many such scenes, good and bad, good and not bad, and even started to bore him. But his hand instinctively groped his hilt, and his keen eyes searched around, but found nothing. Bai En knew that it was useless-the light of the sunset almost penetrated the thick leaves above his head, and the arrival of a small army might be hidden in the dense bushes of the forest. He made a grimace and combed his long hair nervously with his fingers. Not long ago all the warnings of the hawker came back to him in an instant.

The old man claimed that there were distortions in the road ahead, a group of people, who exclusively ate people on the road from Heidelberg to Fredericksburg. At that time, Bai En didn't notice him at all, because the peddler wanted to sell him an inferior amulet. It is said that this amulet was blessed by the great theologian himself. It was a reliable amulet for pilgrims and wanderers-at least for merchants Said. He had bought a small dagger from the hawker and hid it in a hidden wrist sheath. Bai En rubbed his forearm to make sure the knife was still there.

Bai En really hopes he has that amulet now. It is likely to be fake, but at such moments, any tired traveler will feel the need for a little extra protection on the dark road.

"Hurry up, humans." Gray Logan said. "There is an inn in Blouberg, and my throat is as dry as the desert in Ai Erbai."

Bai En looked at his companion. No matter how many times he looked at the dwarf, the dwarf's fatness and ugliness always shocked him. Bai En believes that there is no single factor that makes Guerrero so objectionable. Not because of missing teeth, or because the long beard is full of food debris. That's not swollen ears or quilting of old scars. Not even smell. No, it is their combination that accomplishes all this.

Despite this, it is undeniable that Guerrero has a forbidding look. Although the dwarf is only as tall as Bai En ’s chest, and to a large extent, his height is composed of huge hair stained with blood on his shaved and tattooed skull, his shoulders are wider than the blacksmith . He used a huge hand to hold an axe covered with runes, which is difficult for most humans to lift even with both hands. When he turned his huge head, a large number of earrings rang out from the ears.

"I think I heard something," Bai En said.

"The woods are full of noise, humans. Birds are chirping. Trees are squeaking, animals are running around." Guerrerogan spit on the ground. "I hate the woods. It has always been. It reminds me of those long-eared elves."

"I think I heard the sound of the distortion. Just like the hawker told us."

"Is that so?" Grerogan exposed his darkened teeth like a growl or a smile, and then he extended his hand, scratched under his eyes, and rubbed his damaged ear with his thumb. This is a deeply disturbing sight. Bai En looked away.

"Yes," he said softly.

Grey Rogan turned to face the woods.

"Are there any distortions out there?" He growled. "Come out and face my axe."

Bai En scolded. Like the dwarf, he was taking risks. The dwarf vowed to seek death in the battle with deadly monsters to make up for some dwarf crimes that were difficult to tell, and he did not waste any chance to complete this task. Bane cursed the drunken night he had vowed to follow the dwarf and write an epic to record his destiny.

Almost in response to Grerogan's shouts, there was a rustling sound in the bushes, as if a strong wind blew the bushes-just no breeze. Bai En has been holding the hilt tightly. There must be something there, and it's getting closer.

"I think you might be right, human." Guerrerogen smiled evilly.

Bai En suddenly realized that the dwarves always knew what was there.

A group of aberrations emerged from the bushes, cursed loudly, and said the most unpleasant words. The extreme terror of their appearance made Bai En almost overwhelmed. He saw an abominable, thin-skinned animal leaping like a toad. A vaguely feminine thing, sprinting with eight slender legs. A creature with a crow head and gray feathers made a sharp challenge. Some aberrations have transparent skin, and pulsating organs can be seen. They wield spears and daggers, and cookware that looks like rust. One of them flew towards Bai En, brandishing a blunt-blade cleaver.

Bai En reached out and grabbed the guy's wrist. In an instant, the sharp blade plunged into his head. He poked the monster's groin with his knee. When it stooped down, he kicked it and knocked it down ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ its green vomit sprayed through Bane's boots and then rolled back into the bushes.

In a short break, Bai En pulled out his sword from the scabbard, preparing to deal with his enemies. He didn't have to bother.

The great axe of Guerrerogan has already hacked a red road of destruction among the attackers. He cut down three more at once. The bone shattered under the impact. The flesh separates in front of the sharp axe. The dwarf's axe flashed again. A severed body fell in half and fell short, unaware that it was dead, and tried to crawl away from the other person. Grerogan's axe rose again, cutting off the head of another mutant.

This group of aberrants was frightened by the sudden massacre and ran away. Some of them rushed into the woods in the distance from Bai En, while others turned and ran back into the dark bushes when they came.

Bai En put away his sword and tilted his head to look at Grerogan with a curious look, waiting to see what the dwarf would do. The last thing he wanted was to let these monsters separate them and chase the monsters who had fled into the dark forest. Their victory is too easy. All of this is a trap.

"This little cub must have followed us." Guerrerogan spit at a mutant corpse. Bai En bowed his head and wanted to see if the dwarf said it was true. Few of the dead seem to be able to touch the dwarf ’s body, and no one looks taller than the dwarf.

"Let's leave here," Bai En said. "These things smell bad."

"It's not worth killing." Gray Rogan complained, he sounded very disappointed.