Lady Mogre turned sideways to remove the troll's smashing chunk of the tree, then spun around. The crosssword slashed through the troll's thin arm, leaving a scar at the joint.

The troll's heavy pant was mixed with a low roar, and without hesitation, he lifted the trunk and smashed it down again.

The straight attack posed no threat to the battle-hardened Madame Moghley. She turned sideways again, letting the trunk graze the top of her helmet, then leapt to her feet and lunge into the troll's arms.

- Bump, bumper!

After a series of muffled whispers, Lady Mowgre stepped on the troll's chest and backed away. The troll fell on his back. It had a large depression under its chest, and the fist prints could be clearly seen in the depression.

The sternum and ribs were definitely broken. If such an injury occurs on a human body, it is certain that if it is not treated in time, it will definitely die. But for trolls, small injuries, small injuries that can be healed after a short rest!

Lady Mogre knew this well, so she immediately pulled out a clay bottle from her waist and slammed it down on the troll.

The clay bottle shattered as soon as it landed on the troll's limbs, and the half-solidified gelatinous liquid in the bottle overflowed, and the scorching flames ignited, accompanied by the troll's terrible roar.

The troll that had been transformed into a humanoid torch struggled violently, rolling frantically on the ground in an attempt to extinguish the flames. But how can the fiery glue be extinguished so easily after it is ignited, no matter how it rolls, the flames still spread on it. After a few moments, the troll was silent.

Ms. Moghley pulled up the visor from her helmet and gasped slightly. This was already the seventh troll she had killed, and the successive battles had caused her physical strength to decline severely, and her hands trembled slightly—the consequences of wrestling with the trolls.

The troll's strange powers seemed unreasonable to Lady Mogley. Even if an orc warrior is dedicated to energy, after stepping into the golden rank, a single strength may not be comparable to that of a troll, and a troll can have a strange power as long as he is an adult. It's really speechless, and the acquired effort is compared to the innate advantage......

However, compared with the physical exertion and physical fatigue, there is a more serious problem in front of us at this moment - getting lost.

Ms. Moghley was pretty sure she was lost.

The dense frost and fog obscured the sky, the visibility was less than ten meters, and the eye was full of white. Even if there was a roaring fire not far away, it only illuminated a short distance. After a few steps, the fire is invisible!

At the same time, Ms. Mogre clearly felt that her physical strength was draining. It's not the kind of loss that causes her physical strength to drop due to combat consumption, but the surrounding environment is depleting her physical strength little by little. No, devouring to be exact! Stamina is being devoured little by little!

- Mr. Norn is right! It's chaos, it's chaos that eats away at my power!

Before leaving the camp, Fang Qiuling speculated in great detail about the various situations that the camp might encounter, among which was the situation of physical strength being devoured. So at this moment, Lady Mogre was not alarmed, she remained vigilant, and chose a random direction to continue walking.

If nothing else, you will soon encounter enemies. Still a powerful troll, or a lewd sorcerer of perdition, or ...... Huge gray wolf!

A huge gray wolf sat proudly on the stone pier. It must have been more than five meters long, and its tail was like an upside-down mace, full of barbs that stood up.

The huge body is certainly terrifying, but what makes people even more unsettling is the light in the eyes of the huge gray wolf. It has a large cross scar on the left side of its face, as well as a cross scar on its left eye. But it was amazing that not only was its left eye not blind, but it radiated an unsettling purple-red glow, which contrasted sharply with the other green right eye.

The Mogre Lady had seen a gray wolf, but she had never seen such a huge gray wolf. She silently raised the cross sword in her hand, the tip of which pointed directly at the wolf's head.

The huge gray wolf sitting upright looked down at the heavily armed "tin can" in front of him. It lowered its eyelids slightly, and its protruding wolf snout grinned to the left and right, revealing a mocking expression.

The giant gray wolf is an alien species of gray wolf, and although it is not the wolf king, it enjoys no less rights than the wolf king. To put it in the most straightforward words, that is, the special bloodline in its body has awakened, originating from the bloodline of Fenrir, the ancient wolf devouring wolf!

The huge gray wolf shook its body. The hair on his body like steel needles trembled, like undulating waves of wheat in a wheat field. It slowly stood up, looking down condescendingly at the human standing with the sword

- Stupid human, do you know what you're up against?

The hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and the fighting energy in Lady Mogre's body seemed to be stimulated, and it began to surge uncontrollably, and then suddenly bloomed.

- Majesty! I actually felt majesty in the body of a wolf!

Lady Moghley was stunned at the first sensation that welled up in her heart, and then it was ridiculous. And this feeling of facing the king makes her shudder, and the vigilance in her heart is even full!

The huge gray wolf stuck out his tongue and licked his nose, and his mocking expression seemed to be a little deeper. It turned its head slightly, and its drooping tail flicked out to its right. As it moved, spikes on its tail shot out and slammed into Lady Mogre's face.

Lady Moghley held her cross-sword and didn't move.

Sharp spikes whistled across the right side of the helmet. One of the spikes closest to the helmet brushed against the visor, leaving a white mark on the visor.

- Human, this is a lesson for you!

The giant gray wolf was pleased with the handful of marks he had left on the human face. As a wise gray wolf, it is no longer satisfied with blood and fresh meat, and it is now pursuing spiritual enjoyment. Pain, despair, frustration, the emotions that come out of human beings before death are undoubtedly the best condiments. Especially, especially the cluster that is burning inside it at the moment!

Lady Moghley still didn't move, and her eyes grew deeper and deeper.

The color of ultramarine gradually gathered around her. Before you know it, a thick frost mist begins to roll, as if there is a huge air flow from far and near.

The huge gray wolf looked haughty. It seems to be oblivious to the trees that are gradually starting to rattle around it, and it is equally oblivious to the increasing wind pressure.

"Woo, woo!"

The huge gray wolf grinned and let out a low whimper from his throat.

Lady Moghley suddenly felt her body sink, as if a tremendous force had pressed down on her.

- Coercion!

Human beings will naturally have fear in their hearts when facing behemoths, resulting in physiological reactions such as stiff hands and feet, heavy bodies, and foggy minds. These physiological responses are used for compression, i.e., coercion.

The solemn face under Ms. Mogray's mask did not change in the slightest, and the fighting spirit in her body had completely exploded without reservation. The blue fighting aura surrounded her figure, and it vaguely seemed to turn into a flowing armor.

Ultramarine winds raged in a small area in the frost and mist, quickly turning into a cyan tornado.

Rays of cyan wind and waves scattered out of the tornado. A few ultramarines floated past the giant gray wolf, blowing its hair like steel needles undulating.

Suddenly, a slightly darker ultramarine slid down from its side. The seemingly soft wind was as sharp as a razor, and in an instant, a large piece of steel needle-like hair was quietly shaved off.

The huge gray wolf raised its head, its heterochromatic eyes reflecting the hue of ultramarine. The mocking look on the wolf's face vanished, replaced by a hint of surprise, a hint of strangeness, and a slight sense of surprise.

More and more ultramarines are falling from the tornado. They scattered in all directions, dancing in the air like blue-blue petals. It's just that every "petal" is enough to kill. The color that falls from the ultramarine tornado is not the wind blowing in your face, but the razor-sharp blade of the wind!

The giant gray wolf felt threatened. I saw that it slowly lowered its body, the upper jaw of the wolf's kiss opened slightly, revealing a pair of sharp teeth, and a whimper sounded ready to be released in its throat.

Lady Moghley remained motionless with her crosssword held high.

The ultramarine color fell on the giant wolf like a razor, but when it fell on the paladin, it was one blessing after another.

The slightly worn armor shone faintly with the blessing of ultramarine. The same slightly worn cross sword turned from white to blue, and the top of the cyan blade spit out a long sword light, like a spear more than two meters long for a while-ultramarine spear!

The giant gray wolf can't wait any longer.

Originally, I just wanted to tease the prey a little before the meal, but I didn't want the prey to be a hedgehog, and it was a steel hedgehog covered with steel thorns!

It lunged forward with the force of its hind legs, and the huge claw blade popped out of its front paws and slammed into the tin can in front of it. At the same time, a gray mist enveloped its body, and in an instant, the fog obscured the sky.

By the time the giant front snout touched its prey, most of the gray wolf's massive body had already dissipated into the mist. The oncoming blade landed in the air. In a matter of moments, the gray front paws protruded from the left side of the prey, and the sharp claw blades made contact with the shoulder armor on the prey's left arm. After a screeching sound, there was a deep scratch on the shoulder armor, and a wisp of red slowly oozed from it.

Lady Moghley spun and slashed down, but the wolf's claws narrowly escaped from under the blade. Then another wolf claw poked out of the gray mist, and she took a step forward and swung her sword back. The blow reacted quickly, and the sword light at the tip of the cross sword swept over the wolf's claws, easily crushing the claw blades that shimmered with cold light.

There was a slight whimper from the gray mist, but the gray wolf's attack was more urgent. Sharp claw blades alternate with large jaws of blood, striking at Madame Mogre from a variety of angles. And after suffering, it has become more cautious, preferring to change a few more angles than to rush forward. After only a few moments, the whole body armor on the prey's body that was in the way was shattered, and it was also covered in blood.

The huge gray wolf is very strong, but neither its strength nor speed exceeds the deadline. But it was clearly an experienced veteran wolf who knew how to play to his strengths, making the most of them after the fight, and beating Ms. Mogre back and forth.

The ultramarines that fall from the tornado are extremely threatening to the physical giant wolf, but it is difficult to effectively attack the gray mist after turning into gray mist. Wind attacks are very similar to physical weapons in terms of effectiveness, so they are very ineffective against non-physical targets such as virtual bodies.

Lady Moghley silently gathered her fighting spirit, while abandoning most of her body's defenses, protecting only the vital points. She's waiting, waiting for a chance to kill with one blow.

In fact, the opportunity that Ms. Moghley was waiting for may not be a one-hit kill, but a both......

The giant gray wolf's attack became more and more rapid, and at one point the claw blade grazed directly by the side of the neck. Instead, Lady Moghley moved more and more slowly, leaving the rest of her body completely open except for a few fatal attacks.

The gray wolf, who was constantly probing, was a little impatient. The gray mist suddenly condensed, turning into a bloody mouth and biting down on the head of the prey from top to bottom.

Miss Moghley raised her sword without flinching. The flickering sword light on the tip of the sword pointed straight into the throat of the gray wolf!

Suddenly, a golden glow lit up behind Ms. Moghley. The golden sunlight was like a huge axe, instantly piercing the white frost mist.