Magical Strategist

Parker comforted: "Don't worry, no matter how strong the opponent is, as long as you have your own team, you will be invincible and invincible!"

Yinghuo cast a speechless look of contempt.

The four of them left the hospital and the troops set out in two groups.

.........

The rain continues to fall.

On Mago Mountain, it was a mess.

Pillow's clothes were in rags, and a deep and long stab wound on his chest caused blood to flow out like water from a floodgate. puff! Piro's throat felt sweet and he spit out a mouthful of blood. The fatal blow of the Sword Demon was indeed fatal, not only causing serious trauma, but also the internal organs were almost displaced due to the shock.

Pillow stood strong, standing precariously, like a sapling swayed by the strong wind. Piro grinned his bright red mouth and said feebly: "Faramo, the outcome is decided, you lose."

Faramor lay on the ground for a long time, his dark green body covered in dark red blood, which could only be described as being completely bruised. Faramo was unwilling to accept the fact. Although he was still breathing, he still refused to raise his head to look at Pirro. He buried his head in the wet soil. If he could, he really wanted to stay in this position forever. "kill me!"

Piro took a deep breath and continued: "Among the entire orcs, you are the only one who can let me look at you, Faramor. You said that if it weren't for the war, we could become friends. I, Piro, happen to be a person who values ​​friendship. , I only kill enemies, not friends. Now, then fulfill your promise. Before the war between humans and animals is over, I don’t want to hear the title of Sword Demon again."

Seeing Faramor struggling to support his huge body with his arms, he finally stood up.

The angular face actually burst into joy, and Faramor laughed loudly.

Sad laughter echoed.

resounded throughout the valley.

"Since I lost, I will fulfill my bet. From now on, there will never be a sword demon in the world. There is no reason to hinder the progress of successful people. Faramor will say goodbye." Faramor's magnetic voice sounded.

Piro retracted his laughter and asked with concern: "With your physical strength, will it be okay to last until Plantic?"

Heroes cherish heroes, and Piro was naturally very happy that his old rival for many years was finally defeated by him, but he even hoped that Faramo could live a good life.

Faramor smiled and said: "You should worry more about yourself. If your injury is not treated in time, you won't be able to survive for long."

Take care of yourself! Faramor stretched out his bloody hand and took out a bronze medal from his pocket. After reciting the incantation, he heard a roar and a wolf-like mount appeared. Faramor struggled to get on the wolf. After the wolf howled, it disappeared like an arrow carrying Faramor...

As soon as Faramo left, Piro could no longer hold on. His legs gave out and he fell to his knees.

It was a great blessing among misfortunes that he was not killed on the spot after receiving a fatal blow from the front. He untied the rope that tied his hair with trembling hands, and then stretched and widened the stretchable rope. This was no ordinary black rope, but an advanced medical product.

Piro tightly tied the black bandage around the knife wound on his chest three times. After roughly bandaging it, he used his last bit of strength to stand up and took steps with difficulty...

Pillow cheered up a little and prepared to go down the mountain. Although he was seriously injured, he finally defeated the sword demon.

.........

Prepare to die, Soul Eater!

The sinister laughter came, making people's hair stand on end.

"Why is it you!?" Piro looked up and saw an annoying face.

Who else could have a sharp-mouthed and fanged face besides the werewolf Tober? Now Piro has trouble even walking, let alone fighting the second battle.

In front of the bully Tober, he must not show his embarrassment. He steeled himself, pretended to be calm, and said coldly: "Do you want to be my second loser today?"

Seeing Piro's nonchalant look, Tober was shocked. He must have been seriously injured in the life-and-death struggle with Faramo just now, but in front of him, Piro was standing in front of him intact. Apart from the stab wound on his chest, his The footsteps, breathing, eyes, and words did not indicate the slightest hint of serious injury. Instead, Tober felt that this guy still had some strength. Tober looked around and saw that the entire mountaintop had been razed to the ground. After such a fierce fight, how could the Soul Eater stand there in good condition? Faramor was indeed defeated. Tober saw Faramor, who was in a state of shock, riding a wolf quickly down the mountain. It stands to reason that the strength of the sword demon and the soul eater should be about the same. The soul eater will definitely kill one thousand enemies and damage himself eight hundred, but the soul eater's demeanor makes Tober feel scared.

"Why, you don't dare to fight with me? If you know your character, you can get away as far as you can. I'm in a good mood now and don't want to go on a killing spree." Piro tried to scare off the enemy with his momentum.

To be honest, Tober was indeed frightened, and he was so frightened that he involuntarily took a few steps back. Out of fear of the Soul Eater, he was trembling slightly.

what to do? Fight or flight? Tober hesitated.

Ouch...

At this time, three werewolf warriors behind him pulled Natsumi over. Natsumi's arms were crossed back and tied tightly with hemp rope.

Yes, Natsumi is the best hostage.

Tober took a few steps back and walked behind Natsumi. At this moment, this woman was his shield. Tober said slyly: "Do you know this girl?"

Piro looked up, his face couldn't help but become even more ugly, and he exclaimed in shock: "Let her go!"

But Natsumi said: "Mumu, don't worry about me, kill them quickly and avenge the dead soldiers." That said, in fact, Natsumi had already noticed Piro's stiff facial expression. Didn't she know that Piro was at the end of his fight? ? Certainly not.

Seeing that Pilo and Natsumi knew each other, and they were even more affectionate, Tober was overjoyed, "Listen, if you want this girl to live, hand over the magic sword obediently, otherwise..." Tober put the big knife on Natsumi's neck.

Natsumi is a brave woman, and death is not enough to make her bow her head. The moment Tober threatened her with a knife, she was frightened. What frightened her was not that death was waving at her, but...

puff!

Piro finally couldn't support his scarred body anymore. He vomited blood again, and his nerves that had been tense for a long time suddenly collapsed, and then he fell to the ground like a huge stone.

"Wood!" Natsumi shouted.

Without Natsumi as a shield, Toberdine would have been scared away by Piro's momentum.

Everything was an illusion put on by the Soul Eater. Tober smiled madly, and every inch of skin on his face revealed his sinister heart. "Do you want to see this woman being invaded by my brothers in turn? How about you make a guest appearance in the audience?"

Piro could no longer take any action. He was angry and helpless, and his fingertips sank deeply into the soil.

As Natsumi screamed, the werewolf warrior's hooves roughly tore Natsumi's linen uniform apart, revealing her pink underwear.

Her skin, as white as snow, was exposed, and her bumpy body was looming under the cover of her underwear.

Werewolves are savage animals after all. How can they show mercy to women? The rough wolf claws brushed the woman's tender skin back and forth. Soon, Natsumi's body became red and swollen.

Piro watched helplessly as his former girlfriend was being touched by several pairs of dirty hands.

Piro was heartbroken. He couldn't bear this humiliation and shouted: "Stop! Stop it all!"