The Bald Monk in the City

Chapter 285 The Werewolves and the Followers of Ersnur (One more update!)

early morning

The sea of ​​storms was roaring dully, and the tide kept rushing out from the light mist covering the sea, hitting the reef and scattering into white foam.

Hoo...hoo...

Martha Krioll trudged along the shore, leaving her shambling footprints in the sand.

Martha-Crioll has been moving along the coastline, because the undead once had a contract with the Storm Lord.

It was an ancient agreement that lasted for thousands of years: when the body of an undead is contaminated with the fresh sea water of the Sea of ​​Storms, the storm will come again, so the undead always try to avoid getting close to the coast.

Although they have been in a suppressed position in the battle with the ruler of the heart of the crescent moon, the Mugosen royal family, the undead who flowed the blood of the ancient god-the eternal sleeper-Brad still insisted that this continent belong to them.

From the northernmost peak of winter in the heart of the crescent moon to the southernmost port of Kasimmi, every land and the creatures living on it belong to them, and belong to the high and sacred undead.

Martha Krioll understands the undead as she understands the stars in the heavens.

Martha Krioll is a stargazer, and she has learned many unknown secrets through the stars.

And these secrets sometimes brought her huge troubles.

Of all the pursuers, the undead are the most troublesome, because they are always persistent.

But after Martha Krioll learned about the ancient pact between the undead and the Storm Lord, they became less of an issue.

It's just that after a long time, there are always wet shoes.

Martha Krioll was kicked out of the lair where she lived for many years by two adventurers hired by the undead for a whole night, if not for the knowledge of the nearby area and the strategic retreat spell system After studying for a long time, Martha Krioll may be about to die in that bloody dusk.

But up to now, Martha Creur's physical strength and spells have been exhausted, and there are not many magic scrolls left.

Fortunately, the tenacious will developed during the long-term evasion of pursuit allowed Martha Krioll to always maintain a strong desire to survive.

Among the two adventurers who chased her down, one was a werewolf from a foreign land.

There are no werewolves in the heart of the crescent moon, and Martha Krill has obtained information about werewolves from the stars.

Compared with humans, werewolves have stronger endurance and explosive power, and have outstanding tracking ability.

And depending on the subspecies, some werewolves also have the racial ability of moonlight rage.

This werewolf seemed to have specially strengthened its tracking ability, and Martha Krillo had used a variety of anti-tracking techniques but couldn't get rid of it.

If it wasn't for the werewolf, Marta Krill would have been able to get rid of their pursuit long ago.

Marta Krilluel struggled to pull the boots out of the soft sand, and the early morning stars were still faintly shining.

Martha Krioll raised her head, sweat ran down her cheeks, but a smile suddenly appeared on her tired face:

She saw the guidance of the stars, the savior will appear in the morning light...

The dazzling reflection prevented her from seeing his face clearly, but judging from the brilliance that made people unable to look directly in the morning light, it must be a paladin wearing silver knight armor...

Aww...

At this moment, the howling of the werewolf calling for his companions came from behind.

Martha Krioll knew that on the one hand, it guided her slower-walking companion to come, and on the other hand, it forced her to move faster, consuming her energy.

Marta Krioll took out the last magic scroll from her belt, and tore it open without hesitation.

Immediately, the power of the wind gathered on her body, and her movements became more agile.

Under the guidance of the morning star overhead, the figure of Martha Krillo gradually disappeared into the faint mist on the coastline...

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Hoo Chi...

Lukaka, the werewolf wanderer, was sitting on a rocky mountain waiting for his teammates. The breath of the female human stargazer in his nose was speeding away.

Lukaka knew that she used the magic scroll again.

Lukaka is patient though, and werewolves never lack for that.

What she couldn't escape was like the countless prey Lukaka had hunted before.

Lukaka flicked its thick black tail boredly. It didn't like this new teammate a little: he didn't follow the rules very much, and always liked to do some self-righteous actions.

Hey Kaka! Did you kill that bloody bitch?!

At this moment, a thick voice came from not far away.

Lukaka turned his head, and the owner of the voice was his new teammate: Gojiri, a grumpy human warrior.

He has a very hideous tattoo on his face - he was going to advance to Destroyer before, but was eliminated.

She used the acceleration scroll, if I use the acceleration ability, you will be thrown off.

Rukaka the werewolf rogue stared at Gojiri with his brown eyes.

Since you can catch up to her, why don't you just kill this damned slippery bitch!!

Goujili growled at Lukaka, the ferocious tattoos on his face twisted, like a crawling centipede exuding viciousness and evil.

The captain's division of labor is very clear. Tracking is my business, and killing is your business. I can track the other party, but you can't kill it. That only shows your incompetence...

This is the rule that Bloody Wet Eyes has always followed, and the rules should be followed.

Lukaka looked at Gojiri without fear, a werewolf was never afraid of a fight.

Even if the rogue has no advantage in a frontal battle, Lukaka is confident that he will leave enough satisfactory gifts for Gojiri before he dies.

bump!

Goujili slashed at the rock where Lukaka was before with an axe, but at this time Lukaka had already avoided it nimbly, and took advantage of Goujiri's attacking stiffness to take advantage of the opportunity to cut a piece of Goujili's hand. dagger.

The tough iron armor seldom blocked the penetration of the dagger, but the paralyzing poison applied to the dagger quickly volatilized in Goujiri's body.

Boom!

When Goujiri pulled out his ax in pain and was about to look for Lukaka, with a slight explosion, thick smoke enveloped the nearby area.

In the thick smoke, Goujili heard Lukaka's voice, but because of the special composition of the smoke, he couldn't tell where Lukaka was.

Stupid guy, this thing will allow you to track down that stargazer within 6 hours. If you can't kill her within 6 hours, I think the captain will teach you the tradition of bloody wet eyes!

Goujiri felt something hit in the smoke, and when he grabbed it, he found it was a small bone flute.

A scarlet light flashed from the corner of Goujili's eyes...

One day, I will let you know what fear is!