My old enemy finally fell in love with me after rebirth three times

There is a small river about 200 meters away from the resting place, meandering on the broad grassland, the river is gentle, very cool and crystal clear.

Shelley took out her magic wand, waved it in the air three or two times, and a bottle of gray potion appeared in her hand.

The girl lifted the cover, and the liquid inside flew out with the movement of the magic wand, wrapped the boy's entire hair, and then penetrated in.

After dyeing his hair, Troy squatted down and filled the water bottles one by one.

Shelley stood beside him, looked around, seemed to be in a good mood, the breeze on the prairie was blowing gently, and the air by the river was a little more humid and became more refreshing.

Suddenly, the girl's ears moved.

The breeze in the ear seems to have a different breath.

The wind brings many things to Shelley, and they are reminders of things to come.

And at the moment!

A sharp arrow suddenly shot towards the girl's head!

Shelley was startled, and when she turned her head, the arrow had already reached a distance of only half a meter away from her.

In the next second, a pair of arms slammed around her waist, moving her to the side, avoiding the rushing arrow!

The two fell on the grass, without any hesitation, both drew out their magic wands and shot a magic attack in the direction of the arrow.

The Pyroblast exploded in the distance, and the flames spread instantly!

Using fire elemental magic on the grassland would cause a wide range of fires. Troy gave a light "tsk" and retracted his magic wand.

The wind blade cut off the longbows in the hands of the Merats, but the longbows recovered immediately afterwards.

Troy's face darkened, and he said, "Miss Shelley go back first, I'm afraid Mr. Ravenlow has something to do with it, go and help them."

The girl nodded: "Okay, you have to be careful yourself."

After she finished speaking, she picked up the kettle and ran towards the camp. Troy's eyes were cold, and he stood between the girl and a group of Melats.

Dark purple gas floated around this group of lion-masked orcs, and the elements seemed to be laughing.

Aim the longbows at the young man, the arrows are burning with purple flames, which are extremely lethal.

There was a greedy brilliance in the eyes of the Merats. Troy drew out his long sword and rushed towards them at the moment when the arrow rain came. The sword rushed to the nearest Merat at an extremely fast speed, and severed its head!

The headless body was grabbed by the boy and used as a shield to block other arrows that came flying.

This should be just a small tribe of the Melats, with a small number and weak strength, so it is easy to deal with.

After dealing with these guys, the boy turned around and ran towards the camp without stopping.

When Shelley came back, a group of Melats had already surrounded Ravenlo and others.

The girl's eyes were slightly cold, she held the magic wand and shouted at the group of orcs - "Blade of the Wind!"

The girl's crisp voice was full of endless coldness, and the wind blowing gently on the grassland suddenly became extremely sharp and manic after her words fell!

A series of invisible wind blades cut and wounded all the surrounding Melat people, and blood spattered.

It's a pity that Shelley's strength stays at the middle-level magician. When the same magic move is used, it lacks some elemental activity, so it can't directly cut the neck of Melat.

This movement attracted the attention of the orcs. Some wounded Merats were extremely angry. They roared, raised their knives and rushed towards Shelley. The orcs who were about to besiege them shot and rushed out of the encirclement.

Although they are ordinary humans, men are not completely incapable of self-protection.

Shotguns have developed pretty well over the past few thousand years, and some guns have even been enchanted, which can shake heaven and earth.

However, only nobles own enchanted shotguns, and Ravenlo and others can only use ordinary shotguns.

It is not uncommon to meet Melats on the grasslands.

The two sides were in a stalemate as Troy hurried back to camp.

Melats have low IQs, but know current affairs. They seem to feel that the group of people in front of them are not easy to mess with, so they have a faint intention to retreat.

Sneak attacks are what these orcs are good at, but occasionally they will fail.

Like this time.

Encountered a stubble.

Troy stood behind a group of orcs, and Shelley and others were in front.

The Melat man who was analyzing the current situation looked at the group of people in front of him, and then at the boy who was alone behind him.

After comparing the two, in the end——I chose to raise my weapon and rush towards Troy!

Bursts of roars sounded in the grassland, deafening, the eyes of the orcs were scarlet, and the persimmons were softly squeezed!

Troy blinked and looked at a group of Merats rushing towards him, then, with a slight curl of his lips, he drew out the long sword at his waist.

After more than ten minutes, the hemp rope used to bind the orcs seemed not enough.

Troy turned to Ravenloe and asked, "Sir, is there any extra rope?"

The man shook his head, "Those ropes still need to bind goods, so they can't be used."

There was a trace of regret in the boy's eyes, "That's fine."

The remaining Melats who could not be tied could only let them escape.

Troy dropped the rope and walked to the side of the caravan. This time, the sneak attack on the caravan did not suffer too much loss and did not die, but Cato was injured.

An arrow was shot in the youth's shoulder, and the dark purple element made a sizzling sound. He was sweating on his forehead, and his expression was painful, as if he was enduring something.

Troy took out the wood element healing potion from the magic space and poured it on the young man's wound.

"Fortunately, these aren't pure dark elements, otherwise the healing potion won't have any effect, you need the sunmoon grass." Troy said: "Mr. Cato bear it, it will be a little itchy."

"It's okay..." Cato reluctantly said.

Shelley took a handkerchief and wiped the blood around the wound for him. The water he had just filled was now in handy.

The cold water moistened the handkerchief and attached it to the young man's wound, which relieved the pain a little.

"How do you feel now?" the girl asked softly.

Her voice was clear and crisp, and her body was very fragrant. Maybe it was after taking a bath last night. The faint scent of flowers lingered on the tip of the handsome young man's nose.

"...Okay, much better, thank you, Miss Shelley." Cato blushed slightly, turned his head, and coughed lightly.

Troy looked at the Merats who were tied up next to him, raised his eyebrows slightly, walked over, squatted in front of them, and asked, "Is your tribe nearby?"

They didn't respond, their eyes were scarlet, staring at Troy, as if they couldn't understand the boy's words.

Right.

Forget it.

Troy stood up, Cato's wound was slowly healing, and the effect of the healing potion was immediate. The caravan helped the young man to the carriage, and Shelley followed him into the carriage, taking care of him carefully.

"We have to leave first." Troy said to Ravenlo, "This tribe is not the only one attached."

"What did the orc say?"

"No," the boy shook his head, and an elf flew around his shoulder: "It told me."

The elf, who can fly very high, looked around.

At least in this area, there are five or six tribes of Melat people.