The Holy Temple was established for more than a thousand years, and it was the first line of defense for humans to resist the invasion of monsters. But gradually, fewer and fewer monsters were, and almost all retreated to the polar regions, while the Holy Temple was more and more people - everyone knew that monsters could be sold at high prices. As long as they could enter the Holy Temple to be a warrior or priest, they could hunt monsters on the Winter Solstice every year and make a fortune.

The warriors of the Holy Temple are also called demon hunters. They will destroy the monsters that run out of the polar regions and form demon hunting teams every year to go to the polar regions to actively hunt monsters.

This team of more than a dozen witch hunters were all warriors who had entered the polar regions to hunt monsters. They asked themselves that they were not comparable to those of ordinary sacred warriors who made up the numbers, so they were quite proud in the past.

Especially the four leading ones, three men and one woman, are rich in hunting experience, and most monsters don’t look down on them, and are real elite warriors.

However, today, their pride was broken and they themselves changed from hunters to prey.

The other soldiers had already lie all over the ground. Although no one died, each of them was missing a broken arm and legs and could not get up again. The wound was bleeding. If you left it there, you would probably die soon.

The four elite warriors were still struggling to support each with injuries. If it weren't for the two priests around who were praying for them and restoring their energy to relieve their pain, they would have fallen like everyone else.

I was so happy that I said it just now, but now I regret it in my heart. Looking at the tall monster surrounded by them, with a ragged cloak and covered in blood, my mouth was bitter.

What kind of monster is this?! After fighting for so long, they were all seriously injured, and this guy could still rush around and be fine.

In the past, they had never encountered a terrifying double-horned scale-armored beast that was as tall as a house and had never been beaten so badly!

Could it be that the mixed blood of humans and monsters will mutate and be even more powerful?

Although this mixed-blooded monster is tall among humans, it can only be considered ordinary among monsters. Shouldn't it be that kind of weak, which can be captured by any monster or warrior?

If this continues, they may not be good.

The four blood-headed knights looked at each other and suddenly retreated at the same time, stretching out the other end of their weapon - there was a long whip like thorns. After wrapping around their arms, the thorns thorn into their bodies and became bright red. A ray of light suddenly burst out from the four people.

"Thank you for giving us strength..." They murmured their prayers and looked up suddenly, a flash of light flashed in their eyes, and they slammed at Muri with the strongest blow that burned his vitality.

If they were thinking about subduing this rare mixed monster race just now and locking him up to find out what kind of special monster descendant he is, then now, they just want to kill him.

It is definitely not a good thing to have such a mixed-race of Warcraft. Once he wants to do evil, who can stop him? What's even more terrifying is that he will pretend to be a human and sneak into the city, which is too great a hidden danger.

The violent air flow rose flat, Muri was in the center of the airflow, with huge pressure above her head, and her clothes were overwhelmed with tearing. Even Meli, who was lying on his shoulder, felt a suffocation because of the pressure, had a pain in her chest, and a bloody smell in her mouth.

These warriors ignored Meli, an ordinary person who was with the Warcraft, and even found that after protecting her, the Warcraft Mixed Race specifically targeted her so that this terrifyingly powerful Warcraft Mixed Race was injured.

Such a small move angered Muri, and his counterattack became heavier and heavier, which made the four elite soldiers vomit blood and could only take out the final blow.

The monsters that were swept by the huge air current would eventually die by weapons pressed down on their heads, but Muri used a brute force to break free from the shackles.

After a heart-wrenching roar, the airflow suddenly subsided, and the four soldiers spitted blood and fell backwards.

Muri pulled out a knife that was stabbed on him, threw it out, and stabbed it into the shoulder of the sword knight.

"Uh..." The knight had already fallen down, and sat up with his arms in his arms and screamed.

Murry: "Give it back to you."

All the knights had fallen, and only two old priests were left standing aside. They had always been just assisting the warriors in fighting and looking for traces of monsters. They probably couldn't fight monsters by themselves, and they were such a strange monster.

Seeing that this man had fought a dozen warriors' mixed monsters walking towards them, they couldn't help but look grim, and they had a premonition that they were about to leave and go to the holy mountain.

"No! Don't hurt the priest!"

"Stop, bastard!"

"Pastor, go! Don't worry about us!"

The soldiers lying on the ground struggled and cried out, and everyone's tone was filled with sadness and anger.

Muri turned a deaf ear to the wound on his body, and kept bleeding. He walked to the two old priests, looked at their black robes, and said in a muffled manner: "What are the two goods to be delivered to Pudala? What are the goods from the Golden Lion Mercenary Group? You can send them yourself, I don't care."

After saying that, he hugged Meli, who was dizzy and chest tight, and ran out faster and disappeared behind the weathered rocks in just a few strokes.

The messy battlefield suddenly became silent, and the wretched soldiers stopped talking. They looked at each other, covering their bleeding wounds, and were a little confused about what was going on.

The female warrior lying on the ground trembled with her sword and pulled out her bloody ears, "What did he say just now? Delivery? I asked us to help him deliver the goods. I thought it was beautiful. Did he give us a commission?"

"No, this is not a commission matter at all." A big knight in his chest covered his wound. "Aren't we fighting? Why did he so naturally ask the enemy to deliver goods to him? Is he humiliating us?"

The irritable warrior couldn't get up, and threw down his gun and shouted: "What are he doing? He just ran away like this! Why didn't he kill us? There are also priests here. He didn't kill two precious priests here. Didn't he say that monsters like to eat priests the most? What kind of monsters is he likes to be like this!"

The only two old pastors who were unscathed in the audience froze, "Do you really want that guy to eat us?"

After the irritable knight realized what he said, he fell down in an instant and closed his eyes and pretended to be dead... It might be that he was really dead, after all, his face was really ugly and pale, and it was not much different from a dead person.

"We must inform other churches quickly and pursue the escaped monster, and we must not let him escape to other places." The priest with a kind face looked at the direction where Muri ran away, looking worried.

"You must catch him as soon as possible. Even the strongest attacks of Ao and Qiangwei cannot keep him, and the other soldiers will have no choice but to do anything to him. Once he enters the city, I don't know how many casualties will be caused..."

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Muri ran far away in one breath. He ran very fast, much faster than the two previous carriages, and it was not bumpy. He just jumped very high occasionally, and when he fell, he felt his heart stop suddenly.

Meli felt dizzy and chest tightness in his arms. When he saw that the wound on his chest was bleeding as he ran, he quickly pressed it down with his hand.

Because of the battle just now, there were many torn areas in his clothes that were originally wrapped tightly, revealing the white fur underneath...the piece of white fur on his chest was exposed the most, and the white fur near the wound was stained with blood.

Meli touched the fur leaking from the gap and remembered the people who said he was a mixed blood of monsters and humans, so she was sure that the bear I saw by the lake that morning was not a dream at all.

That's what Muri looks like under the hat of a skull - a sweet-looking bear.

It matches his voice very well.

It was so strange that she didn't feel scared. She looked up at him and saw a small crack on his beloved skull hat. She thought to herself that he probably felt distressed, this was the skull hat he liked very much.

"You've been bleeding all the time, so why not stop and deal with it?" Meli said in his arms.

Muri's running movement suddenly paused, fell from the air, stepped on the ground with a thump, and a bent down to relieve the vibrations caused when running.

He stopped and said the first thing he said was: "I can beat them, I let them go."

His tone was very unhappy.

If grandpa had not told him before that he would avoid the person wearing a black robe like him and not let him kill him, he would not have been held back and was beaten up just now.

They are not powerful at all, he can beat another hundred more!

Meli had already touched his arm skillfully to comfort him, "Of course you can beat them. You see, they can't stand up. You can run for so long. I think they must be afraid of you. You are so awesome!"

But this time Muri was not so easy to be coaxed, and he was still sulking, "I'm not afraid of them, but grandpa didn't let me fight those people and asked me to avoid it, but they hit me first!"

Meli held his wound, "Yes, they are unreasonable. Let's stop first, will you deal with the wound be fine?"

Muri finally stopped and sat on a big rock.

Meli came down from his arms and saw him looking down at his wound, but did not move.

She pushed him, "What's wrong?"

Boss Muri sat there, inexplicably dejected, and forced to keep his tone cold, "No matter it is, it will be healed, it's just a small wound, I don't care."

Meli saw a little blood under his skull hat, as if it was flowing from it.

She held the skull hat and hesitated, "Can you take it down?"

Murry remained motionless.

Mellie: "I already know you are a monster. I seem to have seen it once. Don't be afraid...I took it down?"

Muri hummed softly, his voice a little aggrieved, as if he was acting coquettish. I wonder if he had noticed it himself.

Meli stood on tiptoe, grabbed the two corners of the skull hat with both hands, and pulled it up.

There seemed to be a "pop".

Meli saw the little white bear with naturally raised corners of his mouth. Although he was much bigger than her, when she saw this round and furry face, she preferred to call him the little white bear.

There was a tiny wound on his neck, but fortunately there was a wound on his head. Meli held the skull hat and looked at him carefully.

At first, Muri forced to look at her with those black round eyes, as if she was very fierce. Later, she lowered her head and avoided her gaze and grabbed her two big hands to look at her.

If you wear a skull hat, the posture is very deep, but now it looks only cute and pitiful.

Meli went to see his hands again, his gloves were broken, and white hair emerged from the gap. She endured it very hard before she could not get started and touch his head to comfort him.

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There are human figures, I will change my appearance when I get tired of seeing the bear.
Chapter completed!