The Bald Monk in the City

early morning

　　 The sea of ​​storms roared dullly, and the tide constantly rushed out of the faint mist that enveloped the sea, hitting the reef and scattered into white foam.

　　 "Hoo...huh..."

　　 Marta Kriyol walked **** the coast, leaving her staggering footprints on the beach.

　　Marta Kriyol has been moving along the coastline because the undead had a contract with the Storm Lord.

　　 It is an ancient agreement that has lasted for thousands of years: When the body of an undead is contaminated with fresh storm sea water, the storm will swept again, so the undead always try to avoid getting close to the coast.

Although he has been suppressed in the battle with the ruler of the Crescent Heart, the Royal Mugaosen, the undead who is flowing with the blood of the ancient gods-the eternal sleeper-Brad still insists on this continent Belong to them.

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

　　Marta Kriyol knows the undead as she knows the stars of the heavens.

　　 Marta Kriyol is a stargazer. Through the stars, she has learned many hidden secrets.

　　 And these secrets sometimes caused her huge troubles.

　　Among all the hunters, the undead are the most troublesome, because they are always persevering.

　　 But after Marta Kriyol learned about the ancient agreement between the Undead and the Storm Lord, they became less tricky.

　　 It’s just a long wave, and there are always times when the shoes are wet.

Marta Kriyol has now been run over by two adventurers hired by the undead from the lair where he has lived for many years for a full night, if not for his knowledge of the nearby area and the strategic retreat spell system After studying for a long time, Marta Kriyol may be about to die in that **** dusk.

　　 But by now, Marta Kriyol's stamina and spells have been exhausted, and there are very few magic scrolls left.

　　 Fortunately, the tenacious will developed when evading the pursuit for a long time allows Marta Kriyol to always maintain a strong desire to survive.

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

　　 There are no werewolves in the Crescent Heart. Marta Kriyol has obtained information about werewolves from the stars.

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

　　 And depending on the subspecies, some werewolves still have the racial ability of Moonlight Rage.

　　 This werewolf seems to have specially strengthened the tracking ability. Marta Kriyol used a variety of anti-tracking techniques to get rid of it.

　　 If it weren't for the werewolf, Marta Kriyol would have been able to get rid of them.

　　 Marta Kriyol pulled the boots out of the soft sand with some effort, and the stars in the morning were still faintly shimmering.

　　Marta Kriyol raised her head, sweat ran across her cheeks, but a smile suddenly appeared on her tired face:

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

　　 The dazzling reflection made it impossible for her to see his face clearly, but judging from the brilliance that was invisible in the morning light, it must be a paladin in silver knight armor...

　　 "Woo..."

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

　　Marta-Kriyul knew that on the one hand, it was guiding the slower companions to come, and on the other hand, it forced her to move faster and consumed her energy.

　　 Marta Kriyol took out the last magic scroll from his belt, and then tore it open without hesitation.

　　 Suddenly the power of the wind gathered on her body, and her movement became lighter.

　　 Under the guidance of the Venus overhead, the figure of Marta Kriyol gradually disappeared into the faint mist of the coastline...

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　　 "Huh..."

　　 Werewolf wanderer Lukaka sits on the reef hill waiting for his teammates, the breath of the female human stargazer in its nose is accelerating away.

　　 Lukaka knew that she used the magic scroll again.

　　 But Lucaka is very patient. Werewolves never lack this.

　　 She can't escape, just like the countless prey that Lukaka had hunted before.

　　 Lukaka shook his thick black tail boredly, and he didn't like this new teammate a little: he didn't follow the rules very much, and always liked to do something self-righteous.

　　 "Hey, Kaka! Did you kill that **** bitch?!"

　　 At this moment, there was a thick voice not far away.

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

　　 There is a very hideous tattoo on his face-he was preparing to advance to the Destroyer, but was eliminated.

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

　　 Werewolf rogue Lucaka stared at Goujiri with his brown eyes and said.

　　 "If you can catch up with her, why don't you just kill this damn, slippery bitch!!"

　　 Goujiri roared at Lukaka, the hideous tattoos on his face twisted, like a crawling centipede exuding viciousness and evil.

　　 "The team leader’s division of labor is very clear~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Tracking is my business, killing is your business, I can track the opponent, but you can’t kill, that can only show your incompetence..."

　　 "This is the rule of the **** wet eyes. The rule should be followed."

　　 Lukaka looked at Goukili without fear, the werewolves were never afraid to fight.

　　 Even if the rogue has no advantage in the frontal battle, Lukaka is confident that he will leave Gokkiri with enough "satisfactory" gifts before death.

"bump!"

Gokiri slashed with an axe on the reef where Lukaka was before, and at this time, Lukaka had swiftly avoided, and took the opportunity to slash at Gokiri's hand by the stiffness of Gokiri's attack. dagger.

　　 The tough iron armor rarely blocked the penetration of the dagger, but the paralyzing poison applied to the dagger quickly evaporated in Goujili's body.

　　 "Boom!"

　　 When Goujili drew out his axe in pain and was about to look for Lukaka, with a slight explosion, strong smoke enveloped the nearby area.

　　 In the thick smoke, Goujiri heard Lucaka's voice, but because of the special composition of the smoke, he could not tell where Lucaka was.

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

　　 Gou Kiri felt something in the smoke hit, 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!