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Using all of its wind-attribute battle power, the giant axe seemed to have lost all its weight as it struck at Werther's vitals. When this golden warrior displayed his famous battle skill, Werther immediately felt the pressure increase. He thought to himself, "So he still has another battle skill that he hasn't used yet. I've underestimated the battle skill of this world." The remaining person also finally took action, raising his hand into the air and forming five fist-sized fireballs. Unexpectedly, it was a high-ranked mage.

Before the fireball exploded, he forcibly dispersed the fire elemental magic and disappeared into the air. The masked leader aimed at the air and used both hands to grasp the handle of the axe, using all his strength to chop down. Werther blocked with the staff horizontally, his palm trembling. The vital energy and blood in his chest seemed to be a little unstable. I can only rely on my coiling dragon rod to compete with the Gold Warriors, but it will be difficult for me to protect this Beastman from getting killed. Forget it, let's just fight it out! "

According to the method that the Grace Mainland mage cultivated, he suddenly released all of his spiritual power out of his body and rushed into the coiling dragon rod. With a crackling sound, the coiling dragon rod was activated by the spiritual power and underwent an incredible change. In the blink of an eye, it had become one foot thick and three feet long. Werther mustered his strength and danced with all his might! A strong wind blew in all directions! Remember that when a few large trees approached him, they were swept by the residual energy and immediately turned into dust.

The masked leader received the blow and almost dropped the huge axe. He hastily retreated in fright. Werther used up all his strength to create a space. He hastily pulled on Stonecrop Ryan. "Let's go!" He ran for his life. The masked leader shouted, "He won't be able to hold on for long, hurry up and catch up to him. We must kill them all!"

The seven of them hurriedly chased after him. Werther continuously changed directions, but he still couldn't get rid of them. He became anxious and suddenly came to a realization. He puffed out his dantian and shouted angrily, "The person my father sent to protect me, show himself and help me! Don't wait for me to come out when I'm about to die. This Beastman is very important, I must save him! "

Ever since the previous assassination, James had assigned more men to protect his son. Werther usually felt it but pretended not to know, but the day before yesterday, when the bodyguard had changed his guard, Werther could no longer sense his aura. From this, he determined that this person must be an expert. After waiting for a long time and seeing that no one came out, Werther became furious, "If you don't come out, I'm going to scold you!" Hurry up! Hurry up! Wait until I'm left with a corpse, what's the use of you coming out again! "

Before he could finish his sentence, a low and hoarse voice rang in his ear, "Little thing, you dare to scold me?" Werther was taken aback. "This guy is really an expert. If he can hide from me, he's probably a Sword Saint!" His mouth was clear: "If you don't save me, then what's wrong with me scolding you! Your father still wants to hit you! "

Such an interesting little thing. It seems very similar to James!" When he said the words "it's actually very similar", a sword light flashed! Every word he spoke was accompanied by a miserable scream! After these words, four of the seven people had been cut into two halves! What kind of sword technique was this! What a battle skill! The leader stood there in a daze, with only the "Third Brother" and the mage by his side remaining. The leader shouted angrily: "Which Sword Saint wants to go against us? Aren't you afraid that our Emperor Kaiser will come looking for you?!

That low and hoarse voice appeared once again, "You little thing, I had wanted to spare your lives. Who told you to mention Adolf, that beast, and make me unhappy. Die!" A sword light flashed!

This time, the leader could clearly see a thin, one-finger wide sword, without any fancy tricks, no battle qi, no battle skill, just a light thrust, the target was his throat, but the eyes could see it clearly, the body seemed to be caught by an undead, he could not even move a finger, he could only close his eyes in despair, his only thought before his death was: "So a seemingly ordinary thrust actually had such power, I'm afraid I'm the first Gold Warrior to die under this kind of basic sword technique?"

Ding, a soft sound, the imagined pain did not come, the leader suspiciously opened his eyes, only hearing a deep voice laughing: "Shadow, you are still as tyrannical as before, I will let you kill four to vent your anger, this brat is a fierce general under my disciple, I can't let you kill him!" The hoarse voice snorted, "Then let's give it a try!"

Immediately after was the explosion of Dou Qi, the sound of wanton movement could be heard. It seemed like hundreds or thousands of fierce tigers were roaring loudly, and in the blink of an eye, the whole forest disappeared without a trace, as if they had never appeared before. "How laughable that I underestimated the Golden Warrior. I only took advantage of the weapon, but I didn't expect the Sword Saint's cultivation to be so earth-shattering. Then what kind of scene is the Sword God above the Sword Saint? In the past, I was just a frog in the well! "

If he could absorb the experience inside it, it would be enough to make Werther's cultivation greatly improve, but Shrek Ryan was already on the verge of collapsing. He forcefully went berserk, as he originally intended to die, and after a while, the strength of the berserk transformation faded away, and his whole body became weak. Werther had no choice but to resist the idea of peeping and started running with the beastmen on his back.

Upon hearing the Sword Saint's voice, the leader was both surprised and happy. "Is it His Excellency Stellar Sword Saint? Thank you for your help! " That Stellar Sword Saint and the Shadow Sword Saint were still in the midst of their battle, so he could still answer absentmindedly, "The three of you should stop chasing that kid and quickly leave. I'll hold back the shadow. We'll meet again in the Empire." The masked leader didn't dare to defy the order. He bitterly looked in the direction Werther had left and ordered, "Retreat!" The three quickly left the battlefield.

After carrying the stone hoof on his back for twenty minutes, Werther finally put him down after walking for a full hundred miles. He took the ring, fed him a pill, and also took one for himself. When he was refining his body with herbs, he had nothing better to do.

After a while, Rock Heel woke up. It was so weak that it couldn't speak and could only use its eyes to look at him. "Don't be afraid," said Werther in a low voice. "I'm a noble of the Creine Empire. I assume you have something you came to the imperial capital for. My father might be able to help you. I'll take you to see him now." Shi Zu's eyes lit up, he nodded and fainted again.

Werther turned his head to look into the depths of the mountain. The fierce sound of a Dou Qi explosion still came from that place. Suddenly, a meteor rose up in the sky, heading towards the location of the battle at an extremely fast speed. Presumably, the battle between the two Sword Saints had awoken the experts of the imperial city. Even the experts of the sage realm had rushed to watch the battle. He had always been dealing with Caesar with a mask on his face, and there was no need for him to continue to conceal his identity. After pulling a piece of cloth to cover his lion head, he finally carried the wounded and headed back to the imperial city step by step.

His head also felt as if it was about to split open. Knowing that this was the aftermath of his berserk transformation, he hurriedly sat up and used the Lion People's Royal Dou Qi Method to slowly repair the injuries he had suffered after his berserk transformation. To put it simply, berserk mode would drain one's life force, allowing one to gain great combat power in a very short period of time. But the drawbacks were also obvious, after using berserk mode, the person would have a short lifespan, their physical strength would decline, and if the heavy soldier's body could not withstand the pressure, he would explode and die. Thus, even if the power of berserk mode was great, the beastmen warriors would rarely use it, unless it was in a very extreme situation, such as risking their life or dying together with the enemy.

The Lions were indeed worthy of being the imperial family of the Beast Race. There was actually a method within the clan that could greatly reduce the repercussions of the berserk transformation. This was definitely an anomaly. After sitting there for a while, Rock Heel felt much better. He was in a small courtyard and the environment was very quiet. A maid, who was watering the flowers, saw the beastman, Shi Zou. Although she could not hide the fear in her eyes, she still walked over and forced a smile, "You're awake? I will go and tell the Lord Count. " He ran away in a hurry.

He knew that the title of Count was already considered a great noble in the human world. In some remote places, he could even control the commoners of the land within a radius of thousands of miles. However, in a country's capital, it was a completely different story. He wasn't in a rush, since he had already fallen into their hands, at most, he would just die. However, the heavy responsibility given to him by his father, as well as the looks in the eyes of the elders and children, made him clench his fists, "No matter what, I have to get the support of the krieg Empire, otherwise, if this goes on, we, the monster race, will disappear from history."

After a while, the maid carefully ran back with beads of sweat still dripping down her nose. She smiled and said, "The Lord Count wishes to see you. Please follow me." For some reason, Rock Heel suddenly felt that the maid was smiling, her white teeth looked very pretty, he was stunned for a moment, then he nodded, "Please lead the way." He was speaking in the common language of the continent, and the maid gave him a surprised look before leading the way.

After passing through a few courtyards, they came to the door of a large house. The maid smiled sweetly and said, "This is the Count's study room. Wait a moment. " He walked to the door and reported in a low voice, "Lord, he is here." A deep, magnetic voice came from inside. "Mm, Alan, it's been hard on you. Tell him to come in." The maid, Alan, then opened the door and gestured for the stone hoof to enter. "Thank you!" Rock hooves tidied up his clothes and walked in. He did not forget to say thank you to the maid. Lan waited for him to enter, then covered his mouth and laughed. "This orc is pretty polite. Aiya, not good. Young master, it's time for lunch. I need to hurry up and prepare."