The vampire raised his eyebrows, took a step back, and thoughtfully helped pull up the manhole cover: "Your Excellency, Apostle, is this your new way of traveling after the queen's carriage?"
"Don't mention it, I originally wanted to come here from Tudun, but I plunged into it and found that I didn't know the way. Who knew that only sewers were marked on the map dedicated to Tudun..."
The ashen-faced elf jumped out from the well, with a faint white light all over his body, and bounced off all the muddy water on his body. He also took out a small mirror, carefully arranged his clothes and hair, and finally nodded with satisfaction.
"We received an alarm saying that a large number of werewolves were gathering here. When I saw that you two were also here, I volunteered to come here—you stay away for a while, and I must let me practice once today!"
"Are you really taking refuge in Taoism?"
Looking at the decent Taoist robe on the yogurt elf, Shang Haojia walked around him curiously, shaking the hem of his clothes: "It's pretty nice, it would be even more decent if there is a whisk."
"Right, right? I think so too!"
After getting her friend's evaluation, An Muxi hurriedly nodded vigorously in deep sympathy, and then sighed in frustration.
"It's a pity that my master said that Fuchen must pass the third-level assessment of Taoist priests before it can be issued. I must master and use at least four spells proficiently, and I must ensure that the next assessment will not blow up the judges of the assessment..."
"... It seems that you have made great progress, and this time I will leave it to you."
The menacing werewolves have obeyed the call and outflanked them. Dr. Shang nodded resolutely, and patted him on the shoulder again: "Don't be too aggressive, if you can't beat him, call for help—don't sing, remember?"
"Who cares about singing? Singing is no longer my dream—you just need to watch me show off my power!"
The elf Taoist waved his hand imposingly, took out a yellow paper spell written in cinnabar from his arms, sandwiched it between his fingers in a decent manner, and took two steps forward with square steps: "Hey - where is it?" You evildoers, hurry up and disperse!"
"You are the evildoer, I am a mixed-breed arctic fox from Siberia—knowledge point! Memorize it for me!!"
Zhen Xi was doing an impassioned pre-war mobilization with the wolves, and when he heard his words, he turned around abruptly, with the little glutton still on his head that was gnawing on his ear, and waved his paws twice imposingly: "Don't worry about it!" It's someone else, you go together, and catch this messer for me!"
The werewolves raised their heads to the sky and howled, and rushed towards the elf who was standing still.
The elves have always only been able to attack with long-range magic chants, and breaking physical defenses at close range is almost considered a lore. Wei Long took a step forward worriedly, and was hesitating whether to go up to help, but was stopped by his own human raised his hand, and winked at the street not far away.
Subconsciously looking in the direction indicated by the other party, she saw Yan Maipian's figure quickly submerged into the darkness. The vampire's eyes were slightly surprised, and he couldn't help shaking his head and chuckling: "It seems that Mr. Yan really values his apprentice..."
"It shouldn't just be so simple—the hem of Mu Xi's Taoist uniform is embroidered with flying swallows. I always feel that Mr. Yan may not be innocent to Mu Xi. It depends on when Mu Xi can feel it."
Doctor Shang, who saw through everything, smiled clearly, and turned his gaze back to the battle situation in front of him: "If I'm not wrong, Mr. Yan will at least give Mu Xi three ways to save his life, even if all three are used. It's all gone, and there are still masters sitting behind, we just need to keep an eye on it, and go up to help if there is any emergency."
The human doctor's inference was apparently quite accurate. The werewolves who rushed forward one after another had piled up into a hill, but the elves who were still standing there had long since disappeared.
The werewolf who was crushed at the bottom had already breathed in less air, kicked his legs weakly, and slapped the ground vigorously: "Quick, get up—I'm a little raccoon hybrid, you will crush me like this!"
Hearing the cries of help from their companions below, the werewolves hurriedly dispersed. But it is still unavoidable that you stepped on my tail and I bit your ear, and the scene also showed a bit of busyness and chaos.
In the chaos, a detonating talisman fluttered over. A strange incantation sounded from nowhere, and only a roar was heard, and the werewolves were screamed and fell to the ground in disarray.
He has led his own wolf clan to run rampant for so long, and has never encountered such a weird opponent. Zhen Xi was also taken aback by the situation in front of her. She looked around instinctively, and shouted angrily: "What kind of skill is it to pretend to be a ghost? There is a kind of one-on-one challenge with me—do you dare to come out!"
"Let me also draw a knowledge point for you. This is not called pretending to be a ghost, it should be called a golden cicada shedding its shell and making a noise."
An Muxi sat on the tree, dangling his legs leisurely, and glanced at the second son of the Zhen family disapprovingly: "It was you who brought people to fight in groups, and it was you who made me feel like a one-on-one fight—did you just ask people to go up together?" Is it not you or me?"
"Less, less nonsense!"
A little embarrassment appeared in Zhen Xi's eyes, and he grabbed the little milk cat that was biting his ear, and stuffed it into the arms of the old werewolf beside him: "Hurry up and buy an ice cream for it, and send it away ! Don't let it haunt me!"
"Second Young Master, this is gluttonous, a box of ice cream is not enough for it to eat—"
The old werewolf quickly hugged the little ancestor in his arms, and his face showed some distress. But before he could speak halfway, he was interrupted impatiently by his second young master, and he was stuffed with a credit card. Card: "Okay, okay, use my card to swipe it, just swipe it as much as it eats, don't tell me to see it again-I don't believe it, such a big little cat can eat it when it is full How many things!"
Seeing that his second son was on the verge of running away, the old werewolf had no choice but to say yes, and didn't dare to say anything more. He quickly left the battle with the ignorant little milk cat in his arms.
Watching the old werewolf leave sympathetically, Dr. Shang patted He Jialun, who was choking on the wolf fur all over the world, and lowered his voice slightly: "Follow him, and watch more or less. The little guy just finished eating hot pot. If you eat too much ice cream, you're prone to stomach cramps."
"Okay—then I'll go."
Already nearly collapsed by the endless sneezing, it was only because he didn't want to be said to be fleeing the battle that he stuck to the rear. The mixed-race husky nodded as if in amnesty, turned around nimbly, and followed the old werewolf's trembling steps lightly.
Finally getting rid of the burden on the top of his head, the second son of the Zhen family, who didn't realize what he had done at all, let out a sneer, and jumped up happily. Completely getting rid of the restrictions of the human body, turned into a huge snow fox, and stabbed fiercely at the weird Taoist priest who was in the way.
After all, he was also an elf who had never received close combat training. An Muxi was already frightened the moment he stabbed straight at her. She instinctively wanted to call for help, but found that her dry throat could not make a sound at all. The powerful fluctuations of power swept him mercilessly, and before the opponent got close, the fierce wind had already torn his Taoist robe to pieces.
Suddenly a figure flashed above his head, and the vampire blocked the half-blood snow fox's blow for him in time, even though the snow fox slammed into his arm hard, kicking the frightened elf from the tree go down.
Everything was just between the ups and downs, and An Muxi was kicked off the tree before he had time to react. Seeing that he was about to hit the ground face down, but suddenly, as if someone slapped him from behind, his figure suddenly floated up, and he fell down unsteadily.
"Yan—Master Yan!"
Subconsciously realized who was helping, An Muxi quickly turned around, and the other party took a picture of an amulet on the top of her head: "Look carefully, you owe him a big favor this time."
The too strong momentum directly broke the branch, but the vampire didn't show any nervousness. Grabbing the snow fox's fluffy white fur with one hand, he turned up calmly and sat firmly on its back: "Tianshi, do me a favor."
"It's easy to say."
Yan Maipian recited a mantra in a low voice, and at some point there was an extra talisman in his hand, and it shot towards the snow fox's forehead. Before Xuehu could react, his figure shrank suddenly, and finally he was only half a meter long, and Wei Long pinched the back of his neck and held it firmly in his hand.
Finding that the second son had been captured, the leaderless pack of wolves panicked instantly. They looked at each other, and all of them retreated a little distance vigilantly, but none of the werewolves dared to pounce on them immediately.
"You cowards - hurry up and save me! Write me a 10,000-character check when you go back, handwritten, and you are not allowed to copy ready-made ones on the Internet!!"
The soft underbelly on the back of the neck was pinched by the other party, and Zhen Xi felt that her whole body was limp and unable to move. His body was reduced by that weird spell again, and he couldn't help but panic in his eyes, and roared at his subordinates.
The strength of the opponent doesn't seem to be weak, especially the vampire, who can resist the death leap of his second son with one hand. Naturally, none of the werewolves dared to step forward easily, and they all just watched the situation cautiously.
There were mixed murmurs in the crowd of wolves, and the miniature version of Snow Fox glared at it, and the leader, a werewolf with the same snow-white fur, quickly waved his hands. He took two steps back in time, and pushed out the little mixed-race raccoon that had been suppressed earlier.
"Second, Second Young Master—I'm a Samoyed hybrid. Although I look a lot like you, I really don't have fighting power...Gan Cuimian, it's all up to you now!"