My Lady Queen

The two-headed orc seemed to be in a panic. One of the heads was only crying. The female head was much smaller and was pushed aside, but she still looked calm.

His speed is very fast, but fortunately, the noise he makes is not small, and some smaller trees will even be broken by him.

Perhaps the word "concealment" does not exist in the orc dictionary.

Wishing to follow with all his life, fortunately he was summoning the plane, otherwise he would have been unable to bear this kind of continuous high-speed running for more than 20 minutes with his small body.

The sound of fighting behind is getting smaller and smaller. It seems that the battle is over, and the ending is self-evident. This is not to say that the orcs are too weak, but those 5 people are really too strong, and the time to make a wish on this land is short It's short, and I have experienced a few battles, but I have never seen such a master.

It seems that making a wish has been involved in something extraordinary this time.

The orc seemed to be tireless and was running wildly, but suddenly, a vine under his feet seemed to come to life suddenly, and quickly straightened, tripping him to the ground.

This was not over yet, countless thorns quickly drilled out of the ground, trapping his hands and feet layer by layer, and the more they tightened, the sharp thorns were deeply pierced into his flesh.

There was a sudden rustling sound in the dense tree canopy not far away, and then, a branch actively hung down to the ground, and a short and fat guy came down leisurely from above.

"Damn it, you've run so far!"

The fat man touched the sweat on his forehead, and walked up to the orc step by step, but he didn't get too close.

He turned his head and looked around, as if he wanted to wait for his companions to follow, but soon, he found the little girl in the arms of the orc, and a greedy light suddenly shot out from the triangular eyes.

"Is that her? It's a pity, but she is a beauty. Shouldn't the wound be made bigger, after all, the orcs killed her."

The fat man muttered to himself inexplicably, and then lightly raised one hand, several vines on the nearby trees immediately trembled like poisonous snakes, hovered over his shoulders, and pointed their sharp points at the orc and the little nun on the ground , ready to deliver a killer blow at any time.

The cold sweat that made the wish "swiped" came out, needless to say, this fat man must want to kill him, although I don't know what will happen if the summoner is killed, but for him as a summoned beast It is undoubtedly a great shame.

Until now, he didn't even realize that he made a wish. No matter how unwilling he was to admit it, he had already completely assumed the identity of a "summoned beast".

"Fatty man, stop it!"

The wish was already very close to him, and he jumped up in an instant, swung his long sword and chopped it down.

Needless to say, he is still using his "Xu Sancho" sword technique now.

But this guy is fat, but his reaction is not slow, his body has not turned around completely, but the two vines are like spears, stabbing towards the wishing.

After all, Wishing is not Lian Jiazi. Although he is in good physical condition, he only avoided one, but the other one went straight into his thigh and frantically tore open his wound.

"what!"

Wishing with a cry of pain, he swung his sword to cut off the vine, and pulled it out through gritted teeth.

The fat man just turned around, and seeing that it was a human being, he couldn't help being a little surprised: "Hey, aren't all the Tyrells dead? Why did another one pop up?"

After all these twists and turns, Rebecca had already woken up. She gave the wish weakly a look, and said with joy, "Master Summoned Beast, is that you?"

The female orc looked at her, then at making a wish, thoughtful.

Let's talk about making a wish.

Due to the strength of the tissue, the injury on Wishing's leg was not serious, but it completely aroused the fierceness in his heart.

"Fatty man, you really do it!"

Make a wish and cursed with tears.

The fat man didn't back down, stared at him viciously, and argued: "I'm not getting fat, it's because the mana edema caused by too much mana, okay?"

Make a wish and raise the sword with one hand, pointing at the fat man who can manipulate plants: "It's okay, I'll cut some for you and you won't be fat."

"Have you heard people say, I told you, it's all mana edema!"

"Fatty man, look at the sword!"

The two fought together in an instant.

The victory of making a wish lies in his great strength, his swordsmanship is wide open and close, he goes forward relentlessly, and never thinks about retreating. Of course, he has no spare time to think about it.

And this fat man's attack method is extremely strange, he does not directly participate in the battle, but controls the plants that can be seen everywhere in the forest to launch attacks.

Sometimes it's vines like spears, sometimes it's roots that suddenly come out of the ground.

For a while, the two of you come and go, but there is no winner or loser.

But this fat man has a weakness. In previous battles, he always stood at the back of the team and cast spells leisurely. This kind of face-to-face fighting is not his forte, and he was cut off several plants by making a wish.

His manipulation of plants is not unlimited. He had already used a lot of mana in the battle with the orcs just now. He originally wanted to rely on his familiarity with the forest to catch a leak, but unexpectedly met the guy who made a wish. , but also somewhat restrained.

The wish was to provoke this fat man on purpose. It can be seen that he must be very concerned about his figure, and maybe he still has childhood shadows.

Sure enough, the fat man couldn't bear the repeated provocations of Wishing. Seeing that the two-headed orc had been tied to the ground and couldn't move, he controlled all the vines and attacked Wishing.

The wish had been planned before he showed up. Seeing the fat man turning his head and staring at him viciously, the vines that looked like living things were eager to try, without saying a word, he put on his horse and shouted: "Give me back my beauty!" fist!"

Immediately afterwards, he swung his fist at a distance of three or four meters. This fist, which was destined to hit nothing, suddenly released a dazzling light, just like the glare of looking directly at the sun at noon in midsummer.

"what!"

The fat man let out a cry of pain, he had no idea that Wishing would come to this move, and suddenly he couldn't see anything, and instinctively stretched out his hand to rub his eyes.

As a result, those "lived" plants also lost control, twisting crazily in the air like a wounded boa constrictor, as if expressing the pain of the owner.

Make a wish and see the opportunity, take a step forward, hold the hilt of the sword with both hands, and thrust down hard.

"what!"

A cry that was more painful than before sounded again, and half of the little fat man's sole was cut off.

Wishing a pinch of teeth would hurt him. In the past, he would not have dared to kill a person lying on the ground, but after all, he had already experienced several battles with the Winged Man. The Shura field full of corpses and dead bodies has made him realize the essence of this world.

In this world, die or kill!

Of course Wishing made the most appropriate choice.