I am a stubborn person and work for the evil god to fight against female prostitution.

What? The

wolf's scream?

What's the matter

? Could it be that the conscience of those ungrateful bastards found out and rushed back to help?

Sit-ups, Lorenzo suddenly came to his senses!

Of course, he wouldn't just forgive them.

No matter how much they emphasize the friendship and how much they put on a smiling face, this kind of thing is easily unforgivable.

It should be said that if he is not invited to have a good drink at the reindeer tavern, this matter will not be over!

How can you be so undetermined? So unprincipled?

One meal is obviously not enough to satisfy your appetite, at least two

! Note that at least

! It must be the coquettish hostess who serves him the wine! Otherwise, it will not be counted among them!

Lorenzo carefully calculated.

It should be said that he was too carried away.

So much so that when a certain outlier wind wolf rushed in front of him, Lorenzo froze completely and couldn't react at all.

But he can't really be blamed for that.

As the name suggests, the beast moved as swift as the wind

! he could feel the stench of rotting flesh rushing to his face, the scattered hair almost poking into his forehead, the chaotic blood pupils were cruel and hideous, and the turquoise saliva dripped from the canine teeth onto his knees!

The goddess's protection was gone, and Lorenzo grinned at him as if he saw the Grim Reaper holding a giant scythe.

Don't! Help

! Hiss!

As if the sound of tearing cloth came.

Before Lorenzo's eyes, a dimly lit sword slashed through the air in a semicircular arc!

Lorenzo subconsciously grabbed the dirt in front of him.

Only then did he realize that the spilled thing turned out to be the internal organs of the wind wolf just now.

His nostrils were filled with the strange sweet smell, and Lorenzo felt sick and wanted to vomit.

However, he survived.

Thank goodness

thanks to the noble Goddess of Justice.

No, in addition to thanking the goddess, Lorenzo thought to himself, there was someone in front of him who also needed to be thanked.

She turned her head to look over.

The fearless and strong female warrior wore the light leather armor that the old men had passed down by word of mouth, and only elves would wear, green as green reeds.

Early morning dew dots it, emitting wisps of blue light.

He wanted to express his gratitude, but he wasn't stupid enough to interrupt in the middle of the fight.

As an ordinary person, he didn't want to get noticed by any of them and be killed.

Lorenzo saw the valiant warrior who had saved his life, weaving like a butterfly among the wolves.

The blazing white sword light waved, like a roulette wheel symbolizing death, and the fools who dared to approach her all turned into the souls

of the sword in the blink of an eye, and the calm posture of advancing and retreating, as if tearing through the air and the speed of the sword that was so fast that people couldn't see it clearly, the warrior in front of him was probably the elite among the adventurers.

The pace of the wolf pack's attack slowed down significantly.

crouching far away from her, seven or eight big-headed wolves lay on the ground and whined like dogs, but did not dare to step forward.

Is this the strength of the high-level elite?

Lorenzo's eyes moistened.

He hurriedly stood behind the valiant warrior, and raised his head in a threatening manner.

However, just as he was thinking about whether to let go of the two harsh words...

A terrible roar that shook the mountains and fields resounded in his mind, startling countless birds.

The rest of the wolves immediately flinched and retreated.

As predators of group action, they certainly know what that scream means.

The leader has been killed! The

wolves who are the most able to seek advantage and avoid harm will naturally not stand in line to die, and in the blink of an eye, they will scatter and flee, disappearing without a trace.

Considering that the person to be protected was behind him, the valiant warrior didn't seem to have any intention of pursuing.

Somehow, Lorenzo saw the lightsaber in her hand disappear abruptly.

Then

the man looked around and made sure there was no risk, and walked briskly towards him.

Lorenzo noticed that her clothes were still clean and tidy, and there was not a trace of blood stained on her.

It seems that my evaluation just now is still too low.

This must be the best of the best!

However, a skilled warrior like her is very unusual in a small border town.

So Lorenzo was very fortunate to be able to be there when he was in trouble.

This must be the blessing

of the goddess of justice, and this is the messenger of the goddess! It seems that the boss did not lie to herself, and it is really useful for her to deduct half of her salary and buy the so-called 'personal accident insurance' for herself from an agent!

Praise the boss!

Although the beneficiary wrote her name and made me a little puzzled, it didn't matter.

The warrior walked up to Lorenzo and was about to say something, when he suddenly turned his head to look to his right.

Are there any other enemies?

, Lorenzo thought, but the look was clearly wrong.

With loyalty and concern, like looking into the eyes of one's own master.

At least, Lorenzo believes that's how he sees his boss.

His loyalty was definitely no less than that of the warrior in front of him.

Although he wanted to run away just now, Lorenzo's loyalty was unquestionable... Although he did have the idea of running away.

During the period of his self-hypnosis, the female warrior's eyes stared in the direction of the right without blinking, and soon, emerging from the bushes was a...

A nymph that haunts the mountains and forests.

Her straight, smooth hair was scattered over her shoulders, and her face was impeccable, as if the gods had deliberately added the concept of 'perfection' to the carving, so that no matter who came, there was no fault with it.

She had crystalline eyes that seemed to have a smile on her lips even when she looked herself up and down with suspicion now.

The woman who exuded a demonic charm walked towards the long-awaited female warrior, lightly opened her lips, and said,

"It's settled." "

Her voice can easily tug at people's heartstrings, like a heavenly sound.

"Lord Xia Ming, it's been a hard work. The

female warrior bowed her head at her, a respectful attitude that confirmed Lorenzo's guess.

"Again?" she

turned to Lorenzo abruptly.

Well, the heart, it's filled... I'm out of breath!

"What's wrong with him?" I whispered to Aisarina.

The latter also appeared rather confused, shaking her head, and she replied,

"I don't think I'm hurt."

"That's a problem with the head. "

I labeled that weird guy so easily.

But Aisarina didn't seem to approve of my arbitrary verdict.

"Let's go. "

The thrill of assassinating the leader among the hosts completely gave vent to the dullness of these two days.

I helped too, I saved people, I pulled a hand to love Sarina...

I want to learn from the ancient chivalrous man who brushed off his clothes and hid the chic elegance of merit and fame.

Heck, if only there was a hat at this time.

It's best to have a cyan base, decorated with two sharp corners, and it's handsome to the point of exploding at first glance.

I held the hat with one hand, said two plausible words, and then left with my backlight, which was very touching to think about.

Unfortunately not.

Why don't you make a hat,

but she doesn't drag her feet like she is rooted.

What's going on?