When Heifeng and other werewolf pursuers reached the top of the hill, Mond and Norman ran to a small mountain village on the edge of the werewolf territory.
This is a very poor mountain village.
They make a living by raising some livestock.
Most of the villagers in the village were born and raised in the Taichu Holy Land.
Only a few of the older generation were able to ascend.
After ascending, they work for the werewolf lord. After being injured or disabled, they come here to have children and enjoy their old age.
The mountain village was very quiet; after all, it was already very late at night.
When Mond saw this small mountain village, he wanted to run past it quickly, because after passing this small village, crossing a mountain and a river, he would be out of the territory of the Werewolf Lord.
Norman thought for a moment and suggested, "Sir, let's change our clothes!"
"Otherwise, wearing this outfit will make you stand out when you go outside!"
Mond looked at himself and Norman. Both of them were wearing miners' uniforms, which was indeed a bit inappropriate.
He nodded: "Let's go, go in and get some clothes and leave!"
The two of them quickly entered the small mountain village under the cover of night.
Mond glanced around, chose the nearest room and climbed in.
This is a small courtyard with three simple bungalows.
There are some clothes hanging in the yard.
Mond and Norman picked up something according to their body shapes and started changing into it.
The bodies of gnolls are generally larger than humans.
The male werewolf's clothes were just right for Mond, but a little too big for Norman.
Just when the two of them had just changed, suddenly, there was a creaking sound, and the door behind them opened.
“You… who are you?!”
A childish voice asked.
A deep red divine light suddenly burst out from Mond's body, and he turned around in an instant.
The terrifying evil spirit and powerful divine light instantly enveloped the owner of the voice.
When Mond saw clearly that it was a young werewolf, he was slightly stunned and restrained all his divine power and aura.
But at this moment, the room was already alarmed by the noise and Mond's burst of momentum.
The candlelight is lit.
An old figure and a young figure walked out.
This is an old gnoll with gray hair and beard, and the mother of young gnolls.
Mond's eyes frowned, and these movements made him feel a little unhappy.
Norman was behind him at this time, the magic light on his body surged, and he asked Mond: "Sir, these werewolf villagers..."
Norman's words were a little cold.
The gnoll on the opposite side clearly felt the ill intentions of the two men.
The young werewolf hid in his mother's arms. Both mother and son looked at Mond and Norman in fear and anxiety.
The old gnoll coughed violently and said, "Ahem, go away!"
"We'll just pretend we haven't seen you!"
“It’s not easy to be away from home, I understand!”
The old gnoll was leaning on a cane, and a gleam of divine power emanated from his body.
Mond stared at the old gnoll deeply, then said to Norman: "Is there anything that can be used to buy these two sets of clothes?!"
Norman was slightly stunned and shook his head.
He looked at Mond with surprise.
Ye Fan was also very surprised when he heard Mond's words. This evil-looking man would actually say such a thing.
The old gnoll waved his hand and said, "No, it's just two pieces of clothing, take them!"
"When daybreak comes, the pursuers of the Gnoll Lord will probably arrive, and I will report the situation truthfully then!"
"You don't have much time left!"
Mond looked up at the sky. The bright moon had already begun to set, and it would indeed be dawn soon.
At this moment, Norman said, "Sir, I feel that this child has good magical aptitude!"
"I'll teach him some magic tricks as payment for these two clothes!"
Mond nodded.
The old werewolf on the opposite side was slightly surprised.
He touched his grandson's head, and he didn't expect that his grandson actually had the magical talent that was very rare among werewolves.
Norman greeted him and said, "Father, I will use my mental power to imprint the skills into the child's mind!"
The old werewolf nodded, he knew that this was the fastest way.
Moreover, his grandson is only six years old this year, and he is also a young child among the jackals.
It's not time to learn magic yet.
Norman used his mental power to keep the magic tricks in his mind, so when the practice standard was reached, he could let his grandson practice it directly.
"Thank you for your help!"
The old gnoll's attitude became gentle and respectful.
The status of spellcasters is honorable among the gnolls.
Because they often represent knowledge, heritage, and various powers that can enable the race to prosper and revive.
Norman came over to the young Gnoll child.
The child was a little scared.
But his grandfather's comfort made him calm down quickly.
Norman stretched out his right hand, and on his index finger flashed a bright, star-like light of purple and silver.
This fluorescence is very beautiful.
The young werewolf's eyes were quickly drawn to it.
His eyes were full of curiosity about the mysterious, unknown and beautiful things.
Behind him, Mond saw the expression and figure of the werewolf child and was slightly dazed, as if he had thought of something, with a hint of reminiscence in his eyes.
Norman had a soft, friendly smile on his face as he approached the Gnoll child.
The old magician's right hand gently touched the child's forehead.
The finger just touched the center of the eyebrows.
A ball of light silver immediately flashed in the eyes of the werewolf child.
The silver and purple light on Norman's finger suddenly became brighter, and then dimmed to the point where it was almost invisible.
The pale silver light in the child's eyes quickly dimmed.
His young body could not hold on and he fell into his mother's arms.
Norman withdrew his hand and said to the old gnoll: "This is an armor spell!"
"I hope I can protect the child and let him grow up safely!"
Behind.
Mond came back to his senses from his memories and slowly said, "Don't use war against the common people!"
"Although there is no order in this land of chaos, I hope that when this gnoll child grows up, he will not massacre the human people!"
"Otherwise, my aura would have remembered him!"
"He can't escape!"
The old jackal felt a chill in his heart and nodded.
Mond and Norman quickly climbed over the wall and left the village.
Didn't walk far.
Suddenly, there were screams and flames shooting up into the sky from behind!