defilement

Forest of Madness

The sun shines through the dense branches and leaves of the forest, and under the mist, it transmits straight rays of light. Chris and Muir got up early and hurried on their way.

Muir, who put on Chris's change of clothes, walked in the last uncomfortable. The simple and generous mercenary attire perfectly outlined Muir's slender figure.

Chris wiped his sweat casually, suddenly lowered his body vigilantly, and whispered: "Hey! Get down~ There is movement ahead!"

Muir approached curiously, imitating Chris's movement and squatting down. Well, he heard the sound of fighting, and through the branches and leaves in front, he could see several colors different from the forest.Silently cast the light reconnaissance technique, and used up all the poor holy power. Fortunately, the recovery speed of the holy power has reached his previous state.

"In the two saints, there are 32 people and about [-] animals." Muir whispered, and he could see several white and purple mercenary corpses lying in disorder in front of him. Old wolves and remnant wolves greedily enjoyed this Feast.

Chris yelled in a low voice: "You, you, you, don't get so close!" The holy face and the ambiguous breath in his ear caused Chris to blush, and he couldn't speak well.

As he said that, he backed away, not wanting to squat down, butt~sit down' crunch! ’ The branch broke with a sound.

At this moment, a dozen or so old wolves pricked up their ears, and their green eyes spotted the two of them through the gaps in the branches and leaves, and approached them tacitly.

"I'm going! It's a disaster!" Chris's face turned white again, but his body retreated slowly calmly, not forgetting to point out the leisurely Muir, "follow me, move slowly and don't irritate them. "

"Yeah." Muir nodded, but kept his eyes on one of the disabled wolves, which slowly approached the two of them.

"Let's go!" Chris grabbed Muir and quickly turned and ran, angrily said, "Is this the time to be in a daze?" While identifying the direction, there was wind under his feet.

The scenery on both sides receded quickly. Fortunately, the wolves who stayed in place were old, weak, sick and disabled, and gave up after a few steps after threatening.

"Chris, it's fine." Muir said, silently casting spells to relieve the fatigue of the two.Many strips of cloth were scratched from the clothes of both of them during the running.

Muir's regular blond hair was scattered, and there were a few lines of slender wounds on his face, and his eyes were drooping. Chris was annoyed and funny when he silently helped others to reply first.

"Hey, you man, what were you looking at just now? If it wasn't for me..." At this point, Chris let go of his hand as if he had been burned, and scratched his head irritably. He had never felt so troublesome with a person before. Seeing him in a mess, he couldn't help but said: "You said you... oh, forget it, Panasha, right?"

Muir nodded, seeing Chris's dejected look after being irritable, he felt a strange feeling in his heart, it was warm and comfortable.He hesitated for a moment, reached out and stroked the hairy head of the other party, thinking about Arthur's movements when he was preaching, he rubbed it on his own initiative, "Okay, thank you." It can be said that he actually felt that there was a demon in that crippled wolf. Angry, are you thinking about killing it?Think of him as too weak.

Shocked Chris: "..."

"You can't touch a man's head!" Chris yelled angrily. Muir thought that no one whose head was touched by Arthur would react like this, but he put down his hand obediently, observed Chris's flushed face, thought for a while and then re-opened. Putting his hand on it, closing his eyes, the long straight eyelashes were on his white face, his expression was solemn, and his posture was sacred, this is the manner of the Son of God.Chris was so scared that he didn't dare to move. Although he was usually outspoken, few people in Valoran didn't fear the God of Light. He held his breath and waited and waited and held his breath-------

"The God of Light blesses you!"

"..." Chris turned his head away with a tangled expression, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness.I told you not to touch your head...

The two packed up their mood and started on the road again.

After walking around for half a day ---

"Wow, this place seems to have been here before!" Chris complained impatiently while waving his big sword to open the way.He carefully observed the direction, but he obviously didn't see any difference in this green place, "Aren't you a mage? Please help me find out!"

"I can't help it." Muir couldn't take it anymore, he wasn't a swordsman after all.

Chris rolled his eyes, and lamented: "God of Light, are you just a silver-like wax gun head?" He sat on the ground in despair as he spoke, and the strength of a sixth-level swordsman allowed him to hold a big sword Insert a few inches underground. "Oh, what's your name?"

Muir was silent for a while, and said lightly: "Muir." "Muir? Hahaha, it's similar to the name of the Son of Light! How dare you!" Chris was overjoyed.

Muir lowered his eyes and said nothing.