Orc Tyrant

A huge mouth formed by terrible greed rushed towards him from below.

Peggedo could no longer dodge, its sharp teeth bit his leg, tearing his light, his pain gushing out, dazzling in the void like a shining diamond and irresistible.

He waved his staff, causing the beast to die suddenly at the moment of victory.

He was almost unable to withstand it, and they seemed to be able to detect that his resistance was on the verge of collapse. They huddled together in a hurry, and every hunter was eager to take his life and take away the best part.

Pegged's energy gradually passed away, and the staff was dying out of shape.

It was so sad that he was buried here after seeing such a tempting prophecy. He didn't want to end up like this.

But the struggle is in vain. If you forcefully press the spirit back to the body at this time, it will only make yourself more vulnerable in the process.

Suddenly, a long ring of bells stirred the vast ocean, and the crisp sound made the hunters at a loss. Then a group of holy light and shadow emerged from the surging waves, penetrating the hunters like a lit candle. The dark body washes away their evil essence.

This is a hardened body and will, a force full of compassion built for salvation.

Clear eyes, soft white fur, and a pair of forked hooves emerged from the light and shadow. Pegueduo realized that the rescue was coming, and he saw the illusory silhouette of a female deer, much larger than any real animal. It jumped up, rushing from left to right among the hunting monsters, using impact and hoofs to disperse them, and the soft light on its body made these bloodthirsty hunters avoid them.

In the body of this white female deer, Peggedo caught a glimpse of the will driving it, a distant figure, so familiar.

Shoo~

The female deer screamed, and waves of raging anger spread across the vast ocean, like a violent wave caused by a boulder falling into a pond. In front of this guardian, the demon hunters ran away in horror, like the fading ink dots on absorbent paper, they melted into the darkness.

The female deer turned to face Peggedo, and its form began to shrink and fold like an origami puzzle, and finally only the core shadow remained.

She floated towards Peggedo, the body of this traveler was filled with gentle and tolerant energy, and her abundance of vitality was amazing.

"It's time for us to go, Peggardo."

The figure said, her voice was as gentle as a spring breeze.

"The longer the delay, the easier it is for our existence to attract more evil ghosts."

"Thank you."

Pegueduo said sincerely.

"Mrs. Catherine, you saved my life."

The light gradually faded. When these two figures disappeared into the disordered space, a scarlet tentacle shattered the light and shadow, stretched out from the thick fog, and swept through the chaotic area before. After nothing, a certain angry will Has come.

The silent roar distorted everything, the remaining hunters flee in panic, but one by one they disintegrated and died.

Soon, everything was calm again.

"Well…"

After returning to his physical body, Peggedo groaned when he opened his eyes, and the reintegration of his soul made his flesh and blood sore.

His legs were swollen and painful, and his whole body was very unwell.

Peguedor carefully and slowly stretched his legs apart, leaning on the edge of the bed to get himself up. The right thigh was numb, as if it belonged to another person, and the cold pain scorched the tendons of his entire leg. He carefully lifted his robe and gently pressed the knotted muscles on his legs with his fingers, his face suddenly twisted in pain.

"Hiss~~~~"

Taking a cold breath, the spots where the demon hunted him hurt him were covered with reverberating bruises, and the blackened skin lost its vitality. Compared with the wounds left by blades and bullets, the damage suffered by the spirit body will cause more serious consequences, which will damage the essence of the traveler's body.

Apart from rest and meditation, there are not many ways to eliminate the harm of repercussions, at least not in this place.

He saw his diary spread out on the ground and didn't know when he was swept down by him, so he bent to pick it up, but he couldn't help frowning because of the tension of the necrotic tissue.

He felt as if he had been fighting endlessly for a month, and his body was pushed to the limit of endurance.

"Be careful next time."

He put away his diary, took off his robe, and put on a pajama. His body was in desperate need of sleep.

But another voice interrupted him.

"Pegdor? Are you there?"

The door of the house was knocked open, and a young plump lady walked in, her face full of concern.

She was wrapped in a white gauze robe, and the breeze exposed the bumpy figure in front of Peggedo's eyes. Her long brown hair was casually placed on her shoulders. Her pale green eyes looked like two gems and a deer-shaped mask. Hang on the slender waist.

Under the moonlight, she is so beautiful, like a goddess carved from white marble, shrouded in holy light.

"Uh, yes."

Although it was a bit late to say this, Peguedor still said it in order to cover up the awkward atmosphere.

"let me see."

The door was closed gently, and the young widow, who was widowed at the age of 28, walked to Pegged with light steps, squatted down and stroked his thigh, and this posture was from Pegged’s perspective. Looking down, it's very...

Calm down, Peguedor warned himself that he should abide by...principle. Although he is not an ascetic, his instructor has always warned him to stay away from desire. Although he did not say what desire is, Peggedo believes that carnal desire is at least the most direct desire...probably.

"Hanan is so dangerous, we shouldn't go too deep."

Her voice is so ethereal and tactful. She came to the fortress as a volunteer and is the dream goddess of many males.

"Yes, but...maybe it can save more lives."

"Even at the expense of yourself?"

The soft light rises from the white palms and heals the physical pain. The Deer Sect wizard is an expert in healing, whether it is the soul or the body.

"Thank you."

The well-learned Peggedo was extremely poor in vocabulary at this time, and the pain in his thigh was fading, but this lady did not stand up, her hand was still stroking, and she seemed to be getting more and more "deep". trend.

Well, although he admits that he is a boring person, obsessed with ancient books and academic papers, bookworms, stereotypes, but as a man, he still can't avoid having some thoughts in that regard.

This lady is actually his "book friend". The two have known each other a long time ago, at least for some reason they have never seen each other.

"That...cough cough."

Peggedo felt that things shouldn't go on, and the hot emotions had already made him a little bit overwhelmed.

The marriage between Ekaterina and her husband does not seem to be very happy, but a pure family marriage. Born into an old noble family, she didn't have many choices. She was able to become a witch thanks to her grandmother, a respected crow witch, and one of Pegudor's mentors.

Until her husband died on the bed of his mistress, he didn't have much communication with her, maybe he had seen her a few times, but he was indulged in Hanan's way and did not pay much attention to the outside world.

"Not yet."

She let out a soft laugh, so alluring, she stood up, so close to him, so close that she could see every inch of her skin.

He felt that he should meditate for a while, or take a cold shower.

"here."

She stretched out her finger and tapped Peggedo's chest, causing him to tremble uncontrollably.

Forgot to say, Peguedor is still a virgin, an old virgin.

"Uh...Madam, I think..."

Before he finished speaking, his gentle red lips blocked all words.

"What to do as a man at this time, let me teach you."

With a reminder in his ear, the young widow turned sideways, and in the stunned eyes of Pegged, the candle lightly blew out...