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The centurion roared and rolled wildly, but the scorching dragon flames were like gangrene attached to the bones. No matter how much his flesh and blood proliferated and resurrected, it could not be extinguished. Instead, he suffered more terrifying pain over and over again. .

The werewolves on the side felt their scalps go numb just watching their boss struggle in pain.

How much pain does this have to cause the boss, who has always been tough, to let out such a shrill scream?

Lothar raised his sword with both hands and cut off the centurion's head neatly, ending his pain.

boom--

The centurion lost his vitality and his ability to recover was completely gone. Hot dragon flames spurted out from his mouth, nose and seven orifices, and he was burned to black ash in the blink of an eye.

call!

Lothar held up a sword flower, and the flames made a whistling sound in the air.

He stretched out his finger and hooked it lightly.

The werewolves looked at each other and hesitated for a moment.

The night of the full moon and the transformation of werewolves will make them bloodthirsty and aggressive, but that doesn't mean they won't consider the pros and cons.

As a family alliance, these pure-blood werewolves sent by the Sassari family are almost all the mainstays of their respective small families. The death of any of them means that their voice in the Sassari family has been severely damaged.

A family that was forced to act as a puppet under the control of Yaksi lacked the cohesion of a normal family.

For example, Saluzzo, even though he is divided into factions internally, can still share the same hatred when facing foreign enemies and protect the interests and honor of the family at all costs.

One of them was the tallest and strongest giant wolf, which looked almost bigger than a horse. It grinned its fangs and said in a cold voice: "If you drag it on, he will reach his limit! After things are done like this, let's go back." We don’t get any good fruits either.”

All the werewolves looked at each other, but chose to continue the original strategy of a war of attrition.

But their morale had been severely damaged. Although Lothar was surrounded, everyone was far away from each other.

What a joke, even if he was really close to his limit.

Who's on first?

The strongest leader with the gift of speed is dead. Among the rest of us, who is sure that he will survive?

The giant wolf secretly cursed a bunch of damn cubs in his heart, but there was nothing he could do about it. In the past, he would definitely have taken the lead in facing this kind of situation. Who made him the new leader who was replaced now? Woolen cloth.

But now, he really can't trust his "subordinates" at all. Who knows if they will still watch if he gets involved.

"Is this all the Sassari family is capable of?"

Lothar sneered and mocked.

He was indeed approaching his limit, with only 30% of his remaining strength. If the enemies cooperated tacitly and adopted a wheel-fighting strategy, even if he turned on his half-dragon transformation, he would only kill half of them at most.

The mud underfoot has long since dried up, and the ground is cracked.

Killing enemies in the combat record world will not gain experience, and it is impossible for him to suddenly revive at full strength during the battle. The last remaining bottle of mental power recovery potion was also consumed in the battle with the vampire.

Nowadays, his blue bar is actually not short anymore. If we talk about one-on-one, his energy will be exhausted forever, but under the siege of so many people, there is no possibility for him to spare any energy.

Fortunately, the enemy does seem to be afraid.

The newly raised surrounding net is like a sieve full of holes. The werewolf who has always been fearless will no longer be afraid once he develops fearful emotions.

"Are they afraid? Or is this a trap?"

Lavinia came to his side and asked in a low voice.

"I don't know, how much strength do you have left?"

"Less than half."

Lothar made a decision in her heart and whispered: "I still have 30% of my strength left. Can you freeze all these people for ten seconds?"

If these werewolves become living targets, after he transforms into a half-dragon, he can spit out a puff of dragon flame and burn them all to death.

"impossible."

Lavinia sighed. She had just tried it, and the Law Order and Cage only trapped the enemy for a second. If it was just one person, she would be a little sure, but this was more than ten centurions. long.

"Then prepare to break out."

Lothar whispered.

Even if Lavinia is confident, fighting these werewolves to the limit is still a very risky thing. The Sassari family is very powerful in Milan, and there is no guarantee that besides these pure-blood werewolves, there will be other things to win. the power of.

"Okay. I will use laws to restrict their actions next."

"I'll take this opportunity."

She put her hand into Lothar's and reminded, "You may have to give me a ride."

"Ah."

Lothar tightened her palms.

The golden law stirred up the rules, and the werewolves felt their bodies tighten, as if their bodies had suddenly lost control. They watched the target pass by them like the wind, but they could not react at all.

The whole process only lasted less than a second, but for existences of their level, one second already meant a lot. The werewolves were stunned for a moment before they thought of chasing after them.

But a gust of wind howled from the plains, and it was nothing more than wind. However, this hurricane was also carrying the flames of a prairie fire, burning towards them, and they had to stop again.

When the flames dissipated, where was the trace of the two of them in their sight?

The tallest centurion of Sassari said angrily: "Are you just losers? Chase me!"

"Yes!"

A group of werewolves, each showing their magical powers, were running through the city streets and rooftops as if they were on the ground.

But in their hearts, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

The speed is also strangely maintained. It can't be said to be slow, but it is definitely not moving at full speed. Some werewolves who are chasing too fast will slow down in a tacit understanding until the teammates behind them catch up. Only then will they continue to pursue at this speed.

According to this trend, even if they catch up all night, they will not be able to catch up with the two fleeing enemies.

Behind my ears was the roar of the wind.

Lothar ran wildly, the boiling dragon's blood raising his body temperature to a terrifying level, and a curl of white mist rose above his head.

The wind-generating talent obtained by killing the sea dragon was put to great use at this time. He took Lavinia with him, but as if someone was pushing him behind him, he rode the wind quickly, which blew away the smell on their bodies. It also greatly increased their speed.

for a long time.

Lothar felt that her physical strength was almost unbearable, so she grabbed Lavinia's hand and turned into a deserted alley like the wind.

As soon as he entered the alley, Lothar gasped violently like a bellows, and felt that his saliva had become sticky.

"Did we really run away?"

"probably."

Lothar didn't care about the mess on the floor and sat down.

Lavinia put her fingers together and pointed at Lothar: "Law: Restoration."

Lothar felt a warmth rise in her heart, and her limbs that had been feeling very tired were immediately relieved.

He gave a thumbs up: "Thank you."

"It's me who should thank you."

There was a hint of guilt on Lavinia's face: "Sorry, I didn't expect the Sassari family's reaction to be so big."

"No need to apologize, aren't we fine?"

Lothar shook his head: "No one would have thought that the Sassari family would be so cowardly. They would send out a dozen pure-blooded werewolves to deal with us two little characters. I guess they originally wanted to show off their muscles."

"The result was a huge embarrassment?"

Lothar smiled and said: "Yes, this is a good thing, it means that our next actions will be much smoother. To be honest, the pure-blooded werewolves of the Sassari family are really not good. If it were our Saluzzo's, we would They both have no chance of surviving until now.”

The strength gap is second to none. The most important thing is that the werewolves of the Sassari family have their own agendas.

Lavinia breathed a sigh of relief. They had overcome the most difficult level. It should be smooth sailing from now on, right?

I hope so.

Looking at Lavinia with a heavy expression, Lothar smiled and said:

"Nia, believe it or not, tomorrow morning, our two names will be heard throughout Milan and even Lombardy. In a few days, the entire Apennines will probably know that Saluzzo and Bologna have two Tough horn."

The seriousness on Lavinia's face finally faded away, she pursed her lips and smiled: "What nickname do you think people will give you?"

"I don't know and I don't expect it."

Lothar sighed softly: "It's nothing more than some arsonist, flaming demon wolf and other nicknames. They are so rubbish."

"Indeed, this seems to be the usual style of the wolf clan."

Lothar shrugged: "There is no way, why are most of us wolves a group of illiterate people? A top student like you can't be picked out of a hundred."

Let’s leave aside the top tier of the wolf clan for the time being. The bottom wolf clan, which accounts for the vast majority of the wolf clan, especially those who are not even corner heads, are all street gangsters, gangsters, hooligans and the like. It’s not a good idea to expect them to have good nicknames. .

"Perhaps it will be a pair of titles, such as male and female demons, and two bloody wolves?"

"I hope it's not that bad."

Lothar stroked his forehead and said helplessly.

The two looked at each other and smiled, feeling relieved.

Lothar took a few deep breaths, stabilized her breathing, stood up and said, "I'm done resting, it's time to hit the road. Although I have tried to cover up my traces, who knows if the Sassari family's dog nose will Catch up."