Cute Beast World: Beast Husband, Memeda!

Alsoso was obviously angered by Norman's unreasonable demands, but he was calmer than the others.

"Chief Norman, I'm very sorry about Rita. We, the dwarves, are willing to send gifts as compensation. I hope you, sir, have enough to forgive us this time."

"Gifts? Are you talking about the scrap copper and iron you made?" Norman sneered, his eyes full of contempt, "Even if you give that kind of rubbish to me, I won't think it takes up space!"

Dwarves love inventions and are proud of them.

Norman's sarcasm was an unbearable insult to the dwarves.

It is even more unbearable than forcing them to work hard!

No one can take their inventions lightly!

without! have! people! !

The dwarves were instantly overwhelmed with rage, burning away all the little sanity they had left.

They yelled at Norman.

"You are rubbish! You simple-minded idiot with strong limbs!"

Norman's face instantly darkened.

Dwarves are most annoyed by others talking about their height, while Goffins hate hearing words like "simple-minded and stretched-out limbs".

The provocation of the dwarves immediately hit the Goffin's sore spot.

Now even the last possibility of reconciliation is gone.

Norman's eyes passed over these dwarves, cruel and violent: "Since you want to die, I will help you today!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he gave the order and led the Gaofen soldiers into Swan Valley!

The shouts of killing broke through the sky and were deafening!

The dwarves fled in panic, avoiding the blades in the Goffin's hands.

Alsoso stood in the chaotic crowd, shouting at the top of his lungs: "Stop! Stop everyone!"

But no one listened to him.

The Goffins are busy killing people, and the dwarves are busy running for their lives.

I don't know who it was, but in the chaos, I hit Arso hard.

The old patriarch fell to the ground.

But before he could get up, the beast under Norman had already raised its front paws and stepped hard on Also!

The sound of broken bones was covered up by the shouts of killing, and blood flowed all over the floor.

The Goffins were red-eyed and harvesting lives crazily.

One by one the dwarves fell.

In the process of escaping, Mark was almost killed by the Goffins. At the critical moment, it was his cousin Abi who rushed out and blocked the knife for him with his body.

Abi fell in a pool of blood, his eyes still staring in Mark's direction, and he let out a weak cry: "Go quickly...go quickly..."

"Uncle!" Mark rushed over like crazy, picked him up on his back, and rushed out of the battlefield desperately.

Back home, Mark put his cousin on the chair.

At this time, Abi was covered in blood and had no breath.

Mark wiped his face, blood and tears mixed together, covering his face.

As he cried, he helped Abby close her eyes.

"Uncle, I will help you get revenge!"

Mark rushed into the studio and walked out of the house with a cannon he had just finished.

He found a relatively high position and saw that the entire Swan Valley had been reduced to a Shura field.

In a hell paved with blood, Norman rides on the back of a beast with unparalleled momentum.

He was covered in blood, mostly the blood of his enemies.

He licked the hot blood that was spattered on his face and grinned, like a madman dominated by killing.

He enjoys the thrill of killing.

This made him feel like he was the master of this world, and no life could escape the blade in his hands.

Mark adjusted the direction of the cannon with trembling hands. After lighting the fuse, there was a bang, and a ball of fire shot out, flew into the sky, exploded suddenly, and turned into a gorgeous fireworks.

Everyone in Swan Valley paused for a moment because of the loud noise.

But soon they were back to killing.

A cannon of fireworks cannot stop the murderous pace of the Goffin people.

Mark stared at the fireworks blankly, and then he remembered that he could only prepare fireworks, not cannonballs.

The recipe for the cannonball is in Chunhuan's hands.

An artillery without shells can only set off fireworks without any attack power.

Mark covered his face and squatted down, crying bitterly.

Uncle, I can't avenge you anymore.

…

At this time, the sun was about to set, the sky was gradually getting dark, and the fireworks exploded in mid-air, which looked particularly conspicuous.

Huan Huan and the goblins who were miles away saw it.

This was the first time that the goblins saw fireworks. They all raised their heads and opened their eyes wide, showing expressions of great surprise.

"Wow! What a beautiful flame!"

The fireworks are indeed very beautiful, but what Xuanyuan cares about more is——

The cannon is in Mark's hand, and the person setting off the fireworks must be Mark.

But okay, why is Mark setting off fireworks?

Could it be that something happened in Swan Valley?

Xuanyuan felt an ominous premonition in her heart, and she shouted: "Lance!"

The night elf, who had already run away without a trace, suddenly fell from the sky and landed steadily in front of her. He looked at her condescendingly, his expression still disgusting: "What are you doing?"

"I suspect something happened in Swan Valley. You are faster. I want you to go to Swan Valley first to see what's going on."

"Who do you think you are? Why are you instructing me to do things!"

Slowly clasping his hands together: "Just think of it as me begging you, okay?"

The snow gauze covered her face, making it difficult to see what she looked like at this moment, but her voice was soft, like a feather, tickling people's ears.

The night elf's pointed ears moved, seeming a little uncomfortable, and at the same time his mood became even worse: "Are you trying to be coquettish with me? Let me tell you, I won't do this!"

"You really can't help me?"

Lance was particularly cruel: "If you don't want to help, find someone else!"

"Oh," Xuanyuan looked disappointed, "Then I'll go find someone else."

"Who are you looking for?"

"It's none of your business."

…

After a while, the night elf walked through the forest, like the wind and charm, so fast that no one could see the figure clearly.

As Lance hurried on, he cursed in his heart that he was spineless.

He felt very unhappy when he heard that the girl was going to find someone else.

The consequence of his displeasure was that he impulsively agreed to her request.

He found this development particularly bad.

If this continues, sooner or later he will be eaten to death by this girl!

Lance made a decision in his heart——

After he was done with this time, he would leave Lin Huanyuan and walk a long way. He would not see her again in the future, so as not to be led by her again.

As for Murphy's wishes, they are not considered by Lance for the time being.

Anyway, the control of this body is currently in Lance's hands.

Lance can do whatever he wants.

The night elf was very fast, and it didn't take long for him to reach Swan Valley smoothly.

At a glance, he saw that the entire Swan Valley was full of fighting figures. The rich smell of blood squeezed into his nose, making people almost suffocated.

Oh, it's the Gaofen people who came in!