A translucent creature the size of a palm floated above the man's head. It had a human outline and beautiful colorful wings, and its face was clearly visible. This strange creature danced on the man's head, and from time to time it knocked a ball of light into the body of the demon wolf. The demon wolf's attack, whether it was sharp teeth or magic, seemed to have encountered an invisible barrier and could not make any progress in front of the strange creature!

A hazy blue mist was wrapped around the man's feet. Once the demon wolf approached the man's certain distance, they seemed to be hit by a strange curse, and their movements became extremely slow, and they were easily killed by the defender.

Crystal Spirit!

Holy Frozen!

Then the man who saved himself is a Templar!

After confirming the man's career, new questions arose in Linda's mind.

Who is he? Why do he have such a powerful alchemy creature? Judging from the combat power of the Black Hawk and the Giant, their strength is at least sixth level!

Hum? The material of that mask seems to be jadeite iron? Well, could he be the unruly seven-star adventurer mask?

Tormented armor, legendary sword... That's right! It's him!

The handsome face of the mask fighting bravely, and Linda couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in her heart.

Strong strength...

Mysterious background...

Noble morality...

This should be my husband!

Thinking of this, Linda couldn't help but become obsessed with the eyes of the Mask.

On the other hand, the demon wolf pack's attack without fear of death did not achieve any effect. The demon wolf's minions and magic fell on the five alchemy creatures, and they could only leave white marks or scrape off a little metal powder, but they could not reduce the killing speed of the alchemy creatures by a point.

Compared with alchemy creatures, the mask is undoubtedly much weaker. However, the demon wolf who chose the mask as a breakthrough was very dead. Not to mention the mask's own strength, the two steel giants close to the mask are fighting to endure the attack themselves and want to block the demon wolf!

In this way, the mask always only needs to face a demon wolf. With his strength close to the third level, it is naturally no problem to face the slower demon wolf. And the most important point is that the high-level demon wolf above the fifth level is just walking away and not engaged in the battle.

I don’t know how long it took to fight, the Black Hawk’s claws and giant’s fists all turned completely bloody. The speed of the Mask’s sword dancing became slower and slower, so that the Iron Giant could not protect it for a while, leaving a third-level clawed wolf on the Mask’s left arm.

However, the Mask did not retreat. He just took out a bottle of light red potion and drank it, and continued to repeat the battle with no hope.

After a few minutes, after a shrill wolf howl, the demon wolf pack seemed to have received an order and retreated back to the forest in dozens of breaths, leaving only a circle of wolf corpses nearly one person tall.

In the distance, the sound of horse hooves sounded in the dust in the sky...

...

"Mask! I will definitely find you!"

Linda, who was guarding the house at home, looked at the direction where the mask disappeared, and said firmly in an inaudible voice.

The Hound Avenue in the Lorith District, Shrek City, is the residence of the Duke of Bass Villonka, the commander of the Kingdom.

On the wide martial arts training field, a young man struggled to resist under the storm-like attack of his opponent.

The luxurious samurai suit made of silk was completely soaked in sweat, but the boy still gritted his teeth to block his opponent's attack with a sword as fast as a sword.

Suddenly, a long maroon hair soaked in sweat fell down, which happened to cover the boy's left eye. The sudden change in vision shocked the boy. The defense, which was already shaking, broke down and could no longer stop the opponent's attack.

Faced with the boy's sudden mistake, the third-level magic swordsman who was training was also shocked. In the past, the young master could support one hour, so why couldn't the young master hold on for only fifty minutes today?

The magic swordsman who attacked with all his might was still slower to collect his sword. The sword without Kaifeng cut a bloody wound on the left arm that subconsciously blocked his face.

"Young Master, I deserve to die!" Seeing the little master being injured, the magic swordsman was frightened and trepidated.

"It's not your fault."
Chapter completed!