The sound wave caused the air to fluctuate, and the black-clawed mole that was about to rush up was directly shocked backwards and hit the stone pillar again.

Both physically and mentally were shocked and before they could get up from the ground, the sound wave toad did not give it a chance to resist.

Jump up and fall, Mount Tai presses the top!

The black-clawed mole was not able to avoid it successfully, but it was not a good guy. Even if it was pressed under the claws by the sound wave toad, it was still struggling wildly.

He completely ignored the old wounds on his body and the flesh was blooming, and blood was sprinkled on the grass leaves everywhere.

Not to mention, it almost broke free, but the demon-activated Sound Wave Toad is now even stronger than it was in his lifetime. Before the black-clawed mole broke free, the Sound Wave Toad's tongue had already wrapped around its neck. Unlike the ordinary frogs' sucking stick, its tongue is more flexible.

The instant tightened, even though the black-clawed mole successfully escaped at the last moment, it was vain because the fatal part of the throat was tightened. Finally, the sound wave toad stopped all movements while swinging his tongue around.

This time, Donald did not order the sonic toad to directly swallow its prey to strengthen itself, but instead directly took it back.

Anthony opened his backpack as he walked and took out a cylindrical cloth bag that had been unfolded and contained the body of a steel-clawed mole.

"Wait a minute, I'll pull out my soul first."

Holding the Bone Spirit Plate in hand, he pulled away the black-clawed mole's soul, lit up the second rune, and did not directly summon it here.

"I hope the cooking method of black-clawed mole meat is like that of steel-clawed mole. Let's go and go back to the ship."

Anthony used a knife to cut open several parts of the black-clawed mole, and used the rain to dry its blood at an extremely fast speed. This hand-knitting technique made Donald involuntarily think of the scene where those who were facing Anthony were bleeding everywhere.

"After I go back, I will prepare other auxiliary ingredients as soon as possible. If you want to maximize the effects of these meats, you must have a special combination. I hope you can prepare it before the rainstorm in Tallinn. When the rainstorm in Tallinn area comes, most of the food stores will be closed for a few days. If you are ready, I will contact you."

Anthony was in such a good mood that he kept smiling on his face and a clear smile in his eyes when he was chatting.

"Haha, next time I'll study how hot pot is. Hot pot and beef are more suitable on rainy days. Is there beef sold in Tallinn?"

After harvesting the soul of a mutated beast, Donald's mood will naturally not be bad.

"On a rainy day, hot pot and beef are more matched? Why is that?"

For a person who has to come up with a reason for everything, such a sentence that does not match the logic at all is really difficult for him.

"This is just a joke from my hometown..... It's a joke. Some things can be inexplicably linked to each other on rainy days, such as chocolate and music, such as... a big tree and a corpse."

Donald reached out and pointed to the man lying under the tree in front. He didn't know what was going on. He went to Moss Island and had seen many corpses under the big trees.

I have to hold a tree even if I die. What a strange custom?

"Do you want to go and have a look?"

Anthony was carrying a bag and holding a short knife in one hand.

"Well, I have to collect some soul energy. Now there is another thug, and I'm missing."

Donald Mosso leaned over with his siphon bone ring and stepped on the stone.

It seemed that I heard the sound of someone approaching. The hand on the ground, which stretched in front, actually raised it up tremblingly at this time, probably to show that he was not dead yet.

At the same time, it also allows people to see the ring on his index finger.

"Another?"

That's right, Donald had seen this ring last night. Since he was from this sect, there was no reason to leave it alone.

As a wizard, Donald needs to join this sect to learn more magical knowledge. The icing on the cake is not as good as a timely help. If he could save this person, it might be much easier to join this sect.

When you get closer, you notice the interlaced scars behind the people on the ground. It is obvious that they have caused it soon.

"Anthony, save him, this person will be useful to me!"

Donald did not carry any medicine or some treatment supplies, all of which were in Anthony's backpack.

"Okay, you should take off his clothes first, and you have to deal with his wound first."

Without any inquiries, Anthony put down his backpack without hesitation and took out a bottle of ointment from it.

After turning the person over, Donald noticed that the woman in front of him was actually a short-haired woman. Her face was covered with mud mixed with rain and blood stains left before. She was covered with a cloak. She was lying on the ground before, so she didn't notice it.

"This is really... I'll ask, I'm going to take off your clothes and save you now. If you want to, nod, if you don't want to die, I'll shake my head. I can help you."

Donald didn't want to make some bullshits. While this woman was still aware, she would confirm first, so she would save herself from being treated like a donkey's liver and lungs.

"save......"

A woman can still hear the sound, and nodding can't be done. She can only open her mouth and say in a very light voice.

I took off my cloak first, but fortunately the woman was wearing looser clothes inside, so I just grabbed the back collar and pulled it off.

Of course, women are still wearing underwear on their chests.

"Her wounds should have been a while ago, and both sides have become suppurative and inflamed... No, the knife that cut her before was poisoned, otherwise it would not have been possible for this kind of symptoms so quickly. It is already a magical thing for her to last until now. There is no medical equipment in this kind of place, so I have to cut off the flesh, otherwise even the ointment for healing is useless. External inflammation can kill her. Donald, go to the front and hold her down, don't let her move."

The flame blade was applied in the rain, and the flames rose and burned the knife surface and maintained a certain temperature. This was considered disinfection.

At this time, Donald didn't care about so much, and squatted in front of the woman, pressed her shoulders, and tried not to let his eyes drift.

There is no need to say much about Anthony's skills. The flame blades flowed between the palms, and the flesh that was rotten or hair fell to the ground, and the wounds reappeared in blood.

Without any anesthesia measures, the woman's original dispersed consciousness was gathered again by severe pain, and her whole body was shaking like a sieve. There was sweat mixed with rain on her pale cheeks and dripping down.

The Flame Blade cut the rotten meat and then wrapped it with gauze that had been applied with ointment. This is all Anthony can do now.

"This is just a simple process. Next, it depends on whether she can survive until she returns to Tallinn. I will take the things for you and you will carry them on your back."

Anthony reached out to get Donald's backpack.

"Why is it me? No matter how you look at your physique, you should carry her. You should carry her. You are trying to create opportunities for me...is it true?"

"I am a person with a wife and children. I can't have such physical contact with other women. Moreover, I have helped her with medicine and bandage it. You even took off your clothes. The rest should be left to you."

This reason was impeccable. Anthony got up without saying a word and took Donald's backpack and walked towards the periphery of Moss Island.

"For the sake of this ring... Anthony, do you have a wife and a child? Why haven't I seen it once before?"

Donald asked after raising his short-haired woman with her back.

He had never seen Anthony's family before, and he had never mentioned it before.

"Dead."

Walking on the road, Anthony's tone was calm.

"Uh...I'm sorry."

Donald didn't know what to go back, so he could only embarrassingly lift the person behind him up, and his eyes turned to the gradually heavier rain.

"Where are your family? You told me before that you came to Tallinn and they are in your hometown?"

After walking a while, Anthony asked in reverse, maybe he didn't want the atmosphere to continue so awkward.

"I'm alive alone, too."

How should Donald answer? He said that his parents were dead? But his real parents are still there, but they are not in this world.

As for that wife, Donald felt that there was no need to mention it. In fact, the two of them had only mutual use. If she had not died in the cathedral of the Church of Justice, she should have hated herself now.

"It seems we have had similar experiences, corpses, Donald, look ahead!"

Anthony changed the subject in time and followed the direction he pointed. Donald saw the lying scattered bodies and roughly counted them, five.

There is also a mess in the ground, broken trees, rolled grass, burned bushes...

"Do you think this place looks like the location where the Big Bang we saw last night?"

So many people died, and judging from the traces nearby, there was obviously a large-scale battle that broke out not long ago.

"It should be here, group battle...for why, is there something more precious than the Black Clawed Mole?"

This is the Moss Island, and it is extremely rare to have a black-clawed mole.

"Norton's Spear..."

The woman leaning on her shoulder suddenly made a sound at this moment, and Donald heard it very clearly because he was close.

"Norton Spear? What is that, Anthony, she just said Norton Spear, do you know what it means?"

As Donald walked forward, his eyes swept over the fingers of the surrounding corpses, all wearing sect identity rings, which means that these people were in the same group as the people they were carrying, and they were ambushed here, and in the end she was left to escape alone.

In fact, her previous state was not considered a successful escape. If Donald had not noticed her identity, if someone else had seen her, at most she would have taken away what she had on her and sent her for a ride.

"If they were killed by Norton Spears, then I'm sure these people are definitely not ordinary people... Norton Spears are an assassin organization in Demingham... There are many assassin organizations in Demingham, but they are undoubtedly the most powerful ones. It is said that the price of Norton Spears is extremely expensive, so you should understand what that means for those who can be targeted by them."
Chapter completed!