Barossa pulled out a dagger from her thigh to hold it, trying to lower the center of gravity, gritted her teeth and faced the werewolf in front of her.

The golden-retriever werewolf grinned, with a hideous and terrifying smile. His eyes were staring at Barossa, with a bit of playful look. Suddenly, he turned over and jumped up from the back of the giant wolf on the mount. Its leather boots trampled on the ground and patted the restless mount beside him. The giant wolf quickly bowed down obediently.

The werewolf handed the scimitar in his hand from his right hand to his left hand, stared at Barossa with his head held high, then stretched out his right hand and hooked his fingers.

This move was clearly with unconcealed disdain and contempt. The elf girl gritted her teeth, but stared at the werewolf and did not dare to move.

The werewolf chuckled and waved his hand, and the giant wolf on its mount retreated even further.

The werewolf hooked his finger at Barossa again, which meant: Come on.

Barossa's eyes became more and more panicked. She knew the strength of the opponent in front of her. She had no way to go to the sky and the ground that she had been chasing in the woods. Her self-relianced sharpshooting techniques were easily cracked by the opponent. Although she had not yet met in close combat, she was obviously afraid that she would not be able to gain any advantage in martial arts.

The werewolf's expression gradually became impatient and made threatening whimpers at Barossa. Barossa finally made a fuss in her heart, made up her mind, and tried hard to pounce forward. The dagger in her hand was thrust quickly.

The werewolf's eyes then smiled. Its majestic body shrank back with an astonishingly keen speed. Barossa's stab fell to nothing. Then the werewolf's body slid sideways and reached the side of the elf girl. He reached out and gently patted Barossa's wrist. Barossa felt like an electric shock, and screamed in pain. The dagger in his hand had already landed on the ground.

The werewolf quickly retreated and stood still from afar. He looked at Barossa and pointed to the dagger on the ground. The meaning seemed to be: pick it up and come back.

Barossa was full of shame and anger. As a proud elves, she always regarded these orcs as barbaric low-level races, but now she was actually so humiliated by a werewolf.

The elf girl was angry and quickly picked up the dagger. This time she screamed and rushed forward. She was in mid-air. Suddenly, she raised her hand and shot out the werewolf's face.

The werewolf's eyes showed a little satisfaction. He walked up to the dagger, but suddenly turned his head and bit the dagger that was shot in front of him! Then he twisted his body and pressed it against Barossa. Although Barossa tried hard to thrust his fist directly into the werewolf's throat, the werewolf was tall and easily pinched Barossa's wrist. Then he shook it gently and twisted Barossa backwards. It was obvious that when Barossa's knee bent back, the elf girl screamed in pain and had to kneel down on one knee.

As soon as the werewolf gave it away, Barossa threw herself to the ground. She was about to turn over, but she was already stepped on by the werewolf.

"Elf clan, but that's it."

A sneer with mockery and sarcasm actually became the language of the standard elves, clearly falling into Barossa's ears.

The werewolf's voice was not as rough and hoarse as other orcs, but it seemed to have a calm and composed taste. The emphasis on speaking, especially the language of the elves, actually had a noble emphasis, which was the standard accent of the elves.

Barossa was stunned for a moment, her body tightened, but the werewolf grabbed her hair and lifted it up. The elf girl was so painful that tears came out, but the werewolf looked cold and held her in her hand and leaned closer. She almost touched Barossa's nose. The werewolf licked her bloody tongue and said coldly: "I have a question to ask you, you'd better answer me honestly. You should be very clear that your tiny ability does not have the slightest ability to resist in front of me. So, you have no way to deal with you."

"..." Barossa's face turned pale.

"Generally speaking, I have a good temper, and I don't want to do too much to the elves." The werewolf's tone was still so slow and calm, but in this tone, the chill that was so cold to the bones of life made Barossa's hair stand up all over her body.

I heard the werewolf continue to speak slowly, "But unfortunately, I don't have much patience now, so if you don't want to be obedient, then I have to treat you with some means that I don't like. Poor elf. I don't mind killing you, you eat you...even, I can do more evil things. I can use you well before killing you. Although I have never tried the taste of a female elf."

What this was said was even more exposing and evil, but what made Barossa feel cold was that when the werewolf said this, his tone was calm and calm, without any threatening - it seemed as if he was telling a simple fact.

But it was this light tone that made Barossa really scared her to the core.

The werewolf felt the elf girl in his hand trembling, and it smiled with satisfaction.

"Okay, it seems you are really scared. Now, I need you to answer my question..." The werewolf took a deep breath: "A few days ago, some werewolfs were grazing in the herds of beasts near Dayuan Lake and were ambushed by your elves. Where did you catch those captured werewolfs?"

Barossa was grabbed by her hair, and she burst into tears. After hearing the other party’s question, she immediately shouted: “I don’t know…ah!!”

She only answered one sentence. The werewolf had already smiled gently. She raised a finger with her other hand, and the sharp claws gently stabbed into Barossa's shoulder. Then... with a sneer, she cut a hole in Barossa's shoulder, her clothes and flesh!

The werewolf took a deep breath and leaned over. The tongue licked the wound on the elf's shoulder, then chuckled in a low voice: "It smells very sweet blood."

It leaned against Barossa's ear and whispered, "Don't deceive me, elves. You are the veterinary tribe. I have been with you for three days. You have the talent of your veterinary tribe. A veterinary with such talent is definitely not an ordinary small character. You must know something."

Barossa hummed softly in her nose, but she just gritted her teeth tightly.

The werewolf shook his head, his eyes gradually became colder.

But at this moment, behind him, the giant mount wolf suddenly raised his head uneasy, sniffed his nose in the air, and then made a threatening low growl.

The werewolf's heart moved, looked at his mount, and immediately became alert, threw Barossa to the ground, held the scimitar, narrowed his eyes into a thread, and stared at the depths of the forest.

call!

A ball of black shadow flew over, the werewolf sneered and waved his hand and slashed it over.

Bang!

The black shadow was slashed with a knife, and suddenly the red powder fell down the sky!

The werewolf's face was calm, but just as he was breathing, he suddenly felt like his mouth and nose was burning, his chest and lungs were boiling, and tears flowed in his eyes, which was so stimulating that he could hardly see things. He suddenly opened his mouth and sneeze hard!

Its mount giant wolf was also. Under this piece of red powder, the giant wolf was originally opening its mouth and roaring, and the red powder was immediately sprayed into the wolf's mouth. The giant wolf sneezes hard, then rolled up in pain, opened its mouth hard, and stuck out its tongue, as if it was crazy.

In the woods, Chen Daolin rushed out frantically. He was holding a crossbow in his hand and ran out quickly, pulling the trigger hard at the werewolf!

Puff puff puff!

Three consecutive shots!

The power of high-end goods worth 20,000 is indeed amazing!

Although Chen Daolin was firing while running, his accurate head was slightly tilted, and a crossbow arrow took off and only hit two arrows.

However, the crossbow arrow with amazing penetration still caused considerable trauma to the werewolf.

Although the werewolf wore a breastplate, this crossbow arrow was made of modern craftsmanship, and it is more than twice as penetrating than the military crossbow of this era. A crossbow arrow directly shot the werewolf's breastplate and nailed it to the center of the werewolf's chest! The other hit the werewolf's right arm, and with one arrow, it shot into half of it, and the entire crossbow head was buried in the muscles.

The werewolf was injured and roared. Although he was in a red powder, his face was full of tears and his eyes were so hard that he could not open his eyes. His mouth, nose and lungs were burned in fire, and he could hardly even breathe. However, with his outstanding combat instinct and the experience and feelings he had learned from countless fighting, he quickly positioned Chen Daolin's position and threw the scimitar in his hand over!

Then I know that Chen Daolin was prepared!

This guy knows very well that compared with these orcs with strong martial arts skills in the other world, he is just a cannon fodder with five combat power. How dare he fight this werewolf head-on?

Before he succeeded in the sneak attack, Chen Daolin rushed to the ground quickly without waiting for the werewolf to fight back!

This is absolutely foresight.

Although the werewolf reacted very quickly, the accuracy and fierce shooting of this sword can be said to be a great success in its martial arts and fighting experience! If it were an ordinary assassin enemy, even if it was a very powerful martial arts, it would never have expected that the werewolf's reaction would be so rapid and accurate, and he would definitely suffer a loss.

But the problem is that Chen Daolin didn't wait for the werewolf to raise his hand, and he had already thrown to the ground.

This knife naturally shot in vain.

Chen Daolin rolled over the place, but had already rolled to the werewolf's feet!

This werewolf is actually not a weak hand. He is extremely powerful in both skills and experience. But this bastard Chen Daolin is too despicable and the means of sneak attacks are too despicable.

The police crossbow brought by modern craftsmanship is even more powerful, far beyond this era.

The werewolf was first attacked by the red powder, which was visually frustrated and had difficulty breathing. Then he was hit by two crossbows in a row. It was extremely rare to be able to reflect the scimitar in time.

Chen Daolin, a lazy donkey, rolled directly to the werewolf's feet, and he touched the werewolf's thighs.

Although the werewolf was shocked, Chen Dao touched his legs and still responded as an excellent warrior! It immediately sinks its center of gravity, then exerts force from its waist, ready to kick this bastard who is close to attacking him to death...

But before it could really exert its strength, suddenly, a powerful current hit it hard!

What made it even more angry was that the part where the electricity attacked it was in the middle of the crotch!

Chen Daolin was holding an enhanced version of the police electric baton in his hand, and a strong current of tens of thousands of volts hit the werewolf!

If other parts are damaged, this werewolf has powerful martial arts, but I am afraid that he can still force his support.

But the injured part is the most deadly and fragile part of all male creatures in the world. Whether it seems to be a human elves or a dwarf orc, if this place is hit hard, I am afraid no one can stand up.

The werewolf twitched all over and finally screamed in pain. With a clamp of his thigh, he finally fell horizontally to the ground, and his whole body twitched.

Chen Daolin quickly pulled out a dagger inserted at his waist and was about to go up and finish the fight. He has been influenced by countless film and television novels and stories. How can he not know the truth that he is chasing and beating the dog in the water when he is successful? Those brainless characters on the brainless TV often appear to knock down the enemy, but they don’t know how to go up and finish the fight. As a result, they will be subjected to a fierce counterattack after the enemy stands up again.

How could Chen Daolin do such a stupid thing?

But just as he was holding the dagger to finish the knife, he let out a fierce roar beside him. Chen Daolin immediately gave up the idea of ​​finishing the knife and quickly retreated.

A black shadow pounced in front of him with a fishy storm.

The giant wolf on the mount threw down in front of the owner. Although the wolf had a red powder on his face and could not open his eyes, under the stimulation, the smell of the nose was temporarily completely useless.

But at this moment, the wolf opened its teeth and claws, blocked the werewolf on the ground, and grinned in front of Chen Daolin's direction.

Chen Daolin looked at the other party's head and quickly made a judgment in his heart: Even if the wolf lost his vision and smell, if he wanted to support the other party, it would definitely be a life-and-death life. Such a fierce beast's desperate struggle in desperate situations would never be able to live.

After he immediately made a judgment, he quickly retreated.

The giant wolf seemed very smart. When he heard Chen Daolin retreating, he did not chase after him. He just carefully entrenched in front of his master, and let out a threatening warning.

Chen Daolin quickly retreated to the elf girl and pulled her up.

The elf girl coughed repeatedly, her face full of snot and tears - the red powder just now also fell on her face.

At this moment, Barossa's eyes were red like a rabbit, and she really looked a bit like the long ears of the elf.

Chen Daolin grabbed her hand tightly and ran out into the woods wildly without his life.

Barossa was in a mess. She was originally caught by Chen Daolin, and she was panicked. Fortunately, she heard a familiar but vague voice in her ears: "It's me!"

After relaxing, he ran out in the direction Chen Daolin pulled.

...

The two of them ran in the woods for a long time. Chen Daolin was almost dead. He was carrying a huge bag on his back, so tired that his chest was almost bursting.

"No! Stop! Stop!!" Chen Daolin finally slowed down: "If you run again, I will faint after a lack of oxygen!"

Barossa also stopped, and the elf girl still couldn't open her eyes, so she could only squint her eyes and looked at Chen Daolin - this guy was dressed very strangely.

Chen Daolin had a big mask on his face, but he wore a windproof goggles on his eyes.

At this moment, he took off his goggles and mask, gasped for a while, and then suddenly remembered something, took out a bottle from his bag and unscrewed it, and stuffed it into Barossa's hand: "Wash your eyes and rinse your mouth."

The elf girl had a long snot and was already in great pain. She took the water and washed her hard.
To be continued...