Seeing a devil's head with dried blood stained on the belt tied behind Little Duck, Hathaway felt that there was no need to make it so bloody.
She took a peek at the face of the devil's head, as if she wanted to find a flaw in its face.
The ferocious face looked like a calcified hard shell on the surface, with countless sharp-edged bone spurs protruding from the skin, like buds sprouting from the ground.
There is pure darkness in those eyes. After the death of the evil ghost, the eye sockets are empty, just like the soul fire in the eye sockets of the inferior undead. After it is extinguished, the empty eye sockets are left.
There are horns on the head of the evil ghost. Generally speaking, the length of the horn directly reflects the strength of the evil ghost. The stronger evil ghost has a blue complexion. Baikal Swordsman tracked it in the Gandhar Mountains.
That evil ghost is a green-faced evil ghost with two horns. If this evil ghost advances again, it is likely to become an evil ghost general.
In fact, suppressed by the power of world law on the plane of Warsaw, the number of evil generals in the legion is extremely limited.
Hathaway curled her lips in disgust, her green eyes were exceptionally clear and filled with a faint smile, making it difficult to face her with a cold face.
…
He Boqiang still remembered her appearance at the dance that night.
He lowered his head and took off the bandage on Beatrice's right leg. He used a skinning knife to peel off the bandage that was adhered to the wound by the blood scab, and checked the healing status of the wound on his thigh. The wound started from the hip bone on the outside of the right leg.
It extended to the side of her knee, and there were no stitches or stitches. However, thanks to the effects of the healing potion and the 'Divine Blessing Body', her leg injury seemed to be covered by a blood scab, and it seemed that there was not that much inflammation in the world.
He Boqiang lowered his head, a pale golden light emitting from his palms.
Ordinary warriors, even second-level warriors with fighting qi or body-protecting qi, would not have this ability. Hathaway was even more certain that the warrior in front of him who insisted on calling himself 'Suldak' must be
After awakening her magical power, generally speaking, such warriors are suitable for practicing both magic and martial arts. Hathaway's eyes became brighter.
He Boqiang lowered his head and said: "He found me on the battlefield, pulled me out from under the corpse of the evil spirit, and carried me back to the military camp regardless of the objections of others until I recovered from my serious injuries."
"I happened to be beside him when he died. I dug him out of the pile of corpses. The wound on his chest was like hers..."
He Boqiang pointed at Beatrice's chest, which was a penetrating wound through the chest.
"It's a pity that I found out a little too late and tried all methods but couldn't revive him," He Boqiang said.
If you look at this from a distance, the scene at this moment will inevitably be a bit strange: "A bloody warrior is in front of a beautiful female swordsman, and he keeps stroking the beautiful unconscious lady with his hands.
Slender legs.'
He Boqiang showed a bitter look on his face and said: "Before he died, he wanted me to take care of his family instead of him, and I agreed!"
Miss Hathaway's nose was straight and straight. She wrinkled her nose and asked, "Is it that simple?"
"What else can you do? Do you still need me to make up a bizarre and twisted story to satisfy your curiosity? Or do you think his position and wealth can be attractive to me?" He Boqiang asked unceremoniously.
No commoner or reserve knight showed the proper humility towards the nobles.
He glanced at Beatrice again and said: "So I say she is lucky. Not everyone has the ability to pull his close friend back from the hands of death when facing his dying friend."
"You should say that I am luckier..." Miss Hathaway's eyes softened when she mentioned Beatrice, but she immediately thought of another thing and asked He Boqiang: "Then why did you suddenly
Have you become able to talk? Or were you able to talk from the beginning and just pretended to be mute? You really fooled me."
He Boqiang felt that Miss Beatrice was recovering well at present, so he stopped. After all, he couldn't stay here for long. He still needed to clean and bandage before leaving, otherwise the wound would burst, which would not be a good thing.
He raised his head, looked at Hathaway and said:
"You can think of this as a psychological barrier. Now that I have overcome it, maybe I hope that I can be like him, so I become able to speak."
Miss Hathaway squinted her eyes and asked very curiously: "A person like him?"
He Boqiang thought of what Suldak said when he took the oath on the day he became a reserve knight.
Hathaway curled her lips and said dissatisfied: "This is the code of conduct that every knight must abide by!"
He Boqiang smiled and said: "So you have to call me Knight Surdak. Although I am currently in the reserve force, I think I will successfully pass the academy's assessment and get the knight certificate."
This incident is also one of the things that Surdak has never forgotten before. Perhaps Surdak’s biggest regret in his life is that he never studied in a regular warrior academy. In fact, the soldiers of the second team all have this regret. Everyone is very sad.
I envy Augustus, but now it seems that whether he has attended the Warrior Academy or not, he cannot save those living lives on the battlefield.
"...You want to be Suldak?" Hathaway asked her.
He Boqiang frowned. He felt that he had explained enough. This noble lady was really unreasonable.
So he said: "I am Surdak..."
This time Hathaway did not argue, and continued: "Actually, it's not bad to call me Little Duck..."
If she were not a young lady, or not so pretty, He Boqiang would have liked to punch her nose flat.
The group of people did not stay at the waterhole for long, only long enough for the maroon ancient Bolan horse to drink a full drink of water, and for the lame Knight Trollope to walk to the distance with difficulty to relieve himself.
After letting the craftsman John conduct a rough overhaul of the flatbed truck, everyone continued their escape journey.
The shadows of evil spirits can already be seen on the horizon in the distance. They are tall and can always be seen far away on this endless grassland when they stand at a high place.
This team is not afraid of those evil ghosts who are alone. At least the strength shown by He Boqiang can easily kill an evil ghost.
Of course, not all first-turn knights have the ability to kill evil spirits. Unless they can wear expensive magic pattern structures, that thing can instantly increase the strength of the knights by a lot.
Ever since, when Knight Trollope was lying on the flatbed truck again, his eyes towards He Boqiang became eager.
It seems that the nobles of the Green Empire that He Boqiang has seen are all good-looking. Knight Trollope also has an angular face. His arms are thick and his right hand is full of calluses. It is not difficult to see that they were worn out when holding a sword.
He lay on the flatbed truck and said to He Boqiang: "Knight Suldak..."
Hathaway came over from the other side and said to the lame leg:
"Knight Trollope, you may call him Little Duck, his friends all call him so."