The sun is a bit dazzling.

Freya raised her hand to cover it a little, and identified the north, south, east, and west according to the direction of the sun.

Now they are getting closer and closer to Silver Moon Forest.

“I don’t know what’s going on with the sword hero Dalabengba?”

"If he went looking for the dragon so far in advance, he would probably have died in the dragon's nest."

Freya raised a sneer at the corner of her mouth and murmured to herself.

Along the way, she specifically inquired about Dalabengba's whereabouts, but no such person had been seen in the nearby villages.

This man didn't listen to the advice and was unwilling to join his team. He probably just rushed to the dragon's lair single-handedly with a broken sword and deserved to die.

He's just a foolhardy fool.

But she is different.

Not only is she wise, but she also summoned so many people to serve as cannon fodder.

"Ms. Freya, your pet is really nice, we like it very much."

A rough and deep voice came from behind.

Freya is quite familiar with this voice.

That was a bald strong man next to Medlaco.

He is very tall and tall.

The weapon is also a special alchemical product, a long cylindrical object that makes a loud noise.

They call this thing RPG.

The bald man had a sinister smile on his face.

Carrying the slender Kayal in his hands was like holding a chicken.

He walked up to Freya and threw Kayal in front of Freya with a "pop" like a dead dog.

At this moment, Kayal's eyes were empty and his face was pale.

His whole body was trembling slightly, as if he had experienced horrific torture.

"His healing ability is very good. No matter how he plays, he can heal himself immediately. The brothers are very satisfied."

"But we have been delayed here for a while, so we will return him to you."

The bald man's tone was quite respectful.

In fact, it was not originally like this.

Until last night, a beautiful player with a spermatozoon tried to enter Freya's tent and commit violence.

But he was cut into shreds of flesh by this furious martial arts warrior with his violent instantaneous wind blade.

At this time, the beautiful players truly understood Freya's strength.

This seemingly petite and frail body actually contains amazing magical power.

"It's nothing. It's just a tool. You can use it as you like."

Freya said nothing with a cold face.

She doesn't have a good impression of these white people at all now. If they hadn't attacked the black dragon's lair together, she would have fallen out with these despicable pigs just because of that bastard who attacked at night.

Now is not the time.

These white people still have value.

The bald man left.

The reason why they stopped here was because they found a new type of mineral vein.

This kind of ore can support a larger amount of gunpowder, and that day they relied on their incredible creativity to successfully make an old-fashioned artillery piece.

The form and power are comparable to RPG.

However, they still had to go on their way, so they could only temporarily mark the place on the map and near the mineral veins.

"Trash, get out of here. Looking at your dirty face makes me sick. Even stepping on you will make my feet dirty."

Freya glanced at Kayal lying on the ground with disgust, and her words were extremely vicious and harsh.

"You...why did you..."

Kayal shivered and slowly raised his head.

His eyes contained humiliation and surging murderous intent.

The injuries on his body have indeed recovered, but the pain on his nerves is still there, including the sequelae of being abused by a group of strong men.

For a while, he couldn't even stand up from the ground.

"Yo! Is this the medicine that has worn off?"

"How dare you look at me like this?!"

Freya's voice was sharp, and she kicked Kayal's face fiercely with the boots on her feet.

After a violent beating.

Kayal could only lie on the ground dying, curled up like a cooked prawn, and whining like a bereaved dog.

Freya knelt down, put on her gloves, pinched Kayal's chin and raised his face, and then took out a bottle of purple-red potion from the space ring.

"Know your place."

"I am the master, and you are just a dog."

She sneered and forced the purple-red potion into Kayal's mouth.

After a moment, the hatred and malice in Kayal's eyes completely disappeared, and the look he looked at Freya once again became flattering.

"Call twice."

Freya stood up, and the toe of her boots, still stained with blood, gently hooked Kayal's chin.

"Woof woof woof, woof woof!"

"So good~"

"Keep going!"

Medraco's shout came from the front of the team.

The thunder mage Shariste has been sitting on a camel meditating.

No one noticed here.

Or, even if they see it, they won't care.

I have seen dog training scenes many times during this period, and they are rare and strange.

"Follow us, but you'll have to crawl on the ground."

Freya glanced at Kayal one last time.

Her eyes were full of humiliation and sarcasm.

Then he turned around and left without looking back.

The wind element dragged her body up so that she could sit firmly on her camel.

"..."

Kayal followed the team.

The flattery and flattery in his eyes gradually dissipated.

Long-term intake of mind-disrupting drugs has made him resistant to them.

He is a healing magician, and his physique is naturally completely different from ordinary people.

However, he did not stand up, but lowered his head, hiding his hateful eyes, and continued to crawl along with the team like a dog.

Forbearance.

Now is not the time to fall out.

He persuaded himself.

His palm was cut open by a sharp stone, which hurt him, but he didn't seem to feel it, and he didn't even use the healing spell.

These pains are nothing at all.

Far less than the humiliation he suffered.

"Just wait for me."

The hoarse whisper was torn apart by the breeze.

The healing warlock, who was lying on the ground like a dog, clenched his hands for a moment and lowered his head lower.
To be continued...