The Temple was established over a thousand years ago. It was originally the first line of defense for humans against the invasion of monsters. But gradually, the number of monsters became fewer and fewer, and almost all of them retreated to the polar regions, while the number of people in the Temple increased. Everyone knew that monsters could be sold at a high price. As long as they could enter the Temple as a warrior or priest, they could hunt monsters every winter solstice and make a fortune.
The Templar Warriors are also called Demon Hunters. They will destroy the monsters that escape from the polar regions. They will also form demon hunting teams every year and go to the polar regions to actively hunt monsters.
This team of more than a dozen demon hunters were all warriors who had entered the polar regions to hunt monsters. They believed that they were not comparable to the ordinary Templar warriors who were there to make up the numbers, so they were quite proud of themselves in the past.
Especially the four leaders, three men and one woman, who are experienced in hunting and look down upon ordinary monsters. They are true elite warriors.
But today, their pride has been shattered, and they have changed from hunters to prey.
The rest of the soldiers were already lying on the ground. Although no one was dead, each of them had broken arms and legs and could no longer stand up. Their wounds were bleeding profusely. If left there, they would probably die soon.
The four elite warriors were still struggling, each with injuries. If there were not two priests around praying for them, restoring their energy and relieving their pain, they would have collapsed like the others.
No matter how happy they said it just now, they now felt so regretful in their hearts. Looking at the tall monster surrounded by them, with its cloak torn and covered in blood, they felt bitter in their mouths.
What kind of monster is this?! They have been fighting for so long, and they are all seriously injured, but this guy can still rush around like nothing happened.
In the past, they had encountered two-horned scaly-armored beasts that were as tall as a house and had a terrifying aura, but they had never been beaten so badly!
Could it be possible that the hybrid of humans and monsters would mutate and become more powerful
Even though this Warcraft hybrid is considered tall among humans, it is just average among Warcraft. Shouldn't it be very weak and easily defeated by any Warcraft or warrior
If this continues, they are afraid that they will be in trouble.
The four knights, their heads covered in blood, exchanged glances, and suddenly stepped back at the same time, stretching out the other end of their weapons—there was a long whip like thorns, which was wrapped around their arms. The thorns pierced into their bodies and turned bright red. A burst of light suddenly burst out from the four of them.
"Thank you for giving us strength..." They murmured prayers, suddenly looked up, with a gleam of light in their eyes, and struck Murri with the strongest blow that consumed all their life force.
If just now they were thinking about subduing this rare Warcraft hybrid, locking him up and figuring out what kind of special Warcraft offspring he was, now they just wanted to kill him.
The appearance of such a Warcraft hybrid is definitely not a good thing. Once he wants to do evil, who can stop him? What's more terrifying is that he will disguise himself as a human and sneak into the city. The hidden dangers are too great.
A violent airflow rose from the ground, and Murray was in the center of the airflow, with a huge pressure on his head, and his clothes made a tearing sound under the heavy weight. Even Meili, who was lying on his shoulder, felt suffocated by the pressure, with pain in her chest and a bloody smell in her mouth.
These warriors totally ignored Meli, an ordinary person who associated with Warcraft. They even found out that the Warcraft hybrid had protected her, so that this terrifyingly strong Warcraft hybrid could get hurt.
This little move angered Murray, and his counterattacks became heavier and heavier, causing the four elite warriors to vomit blood continuously. They could only use this last attack.
The magical beasts that were caught in the huge airflow and could not move would eventually be pierced to death by the weapons pressing down on their heads, but Muri managed to break free from the restraints with brute force.
After a heart-pounding roar, the air flow suddenly subsided, and the four soldiers fell backwards with blood spitting out of their mouths.
Murray pulled out the knife that was stabbing him, threw it out, and stabbed it into the shoulder of the sword-wielding knight.
"Ahh..." The knight had already fallen down, then sat up hugging his arms and screaming.
Murray: “Give it back to you.”
All the knights had fallen, leaving only two old priests standing aside. They had always been there to assist the warriors in fighting and finding traces of the monsters, and it was probably impossible for them to fight the monsters themselves, especially such a strange monster.
Seeing this Warcraft hybrid who had defeated more than a dozen warriors alone walking towards them, they couldn't help but look serious, and they all had a premonition that they were about to escape from the enemy and head for the holy mountain.
"No! Don't hurt the priest!"
"Stop it, asshole!"
"Go away, Pastor! Leave us alone!"
The soldiers lying on the ground struggled and wailed, and everyone's tone was filled with sadness and anger.
Murray turned a deaf ear to him, the wound on his body still bleeding. He walked to the two old priests, looked at their black robes, and said sullenly: "Those two trucks of goods are to be sent to Pudalla. They are for some earl. The goods of the Golden Lion Mercenary Group, you can deliver them yourselves. I don't care."
After saying that, he picked up the dizzy and chest tightness-filled Mary and ran out at an accelerated speed. In a few seconds, he disappeared behind the weathered rocks.
The chaotic battlefield suddenly became silent. The wailing soldiers fell silent. They looked at each other, covering their bleeding wounds, a little confused about what was happening.
The female warrior lying on the ground climbed up tremblingly, leaning on her sword, and picked her bleeding ear. "What did he just say? Delivering goods? He wants us to help him deliver goods? That's wishful thinking. Did he give us any commission?"
"No, this is not about the commission at all." The knight with a large wound on his chest covered the wound, "We are fighting, why is he so natural to order the enemy to deliver goods to him? Is he humiliating us?"
The irritable soldier couldn't get up, dropped his gun and yelled: "What is he doing, just running away like that! Why doesn't he kill us? There are priests here, and he didn't kill two precious priests. Isn't it said that Warcraft likes to eat priests the most? What kind of Warcraft is he!"
The two old priests who were the only ones who were unscathed in the entire scene froze in their expressions. “Do you really want that guy to eat us?”
The Angry Knight realized what he had said belatedly and instantly fell to the ground with his eyes closed, pretending to be dead... Or maybe he was really dead, after all, his face was so ugly and pale, almost like a dead person.
"We must quickly notify other temples to chase the escaped monster and never let it escape to other places." The kind-faced priest looked at the direction where Muri ran, with a worried expression.
"We must capture him as soon as possible. Even Ao and Qiangwei's strongest attacks can't stop him, let alone the other soldiers. Once he enters the city, there is no telling how many casualties will be caused..."
Murray ran a long distance in one breath. He ran very fast, much faster than the previous two carriages, and the ride was not bumpy. He just jumped very high occasionally, and when he fell, he felt his heart suddenly stop.
Mary felt her dizziness and chest tightness relieved a lot in his arms. She saw that the wound on his chest was still bleeding as he ran, so she quickly pressed it with her hand.
Because of the battle just now, his clothes, which were originally wrapped tightly, were torn in many places, revealing the white fur underneath. The area on his chest was exposed the most, and the white fur near the wound was stained with blood.
Mary touched the fur that leaked out of the gap and remembered those people saying that he was a hybrid of monster and human. So she was sure that the little bear she saw by the lake that morning was not a dream at all.
That's what Muri really looks like under his skull hat—a sweet-looking little bear.
It matches his voice very well.
It was strange that she didn't feel scared. She looked up at him and saw a small crack on his beloved skull cap. She thought that he would be sad because this was his favorite skull cap.
"You're still bleeding. Why don't you stop and deal with it first?" Mary said, nestling in his arms.
Murray's mad running suddenly stopped, he fell from the air, stepped on the ground with a thud, and bent down to reduce the vibration caused by running.
He stopped and the first thing he said was: "I can beat them, I just let them go."
The tone was very unhappy.
If his grandfather had not told him before that he should stay away from people wearing the same black robe as him so that he would not be killed, he would not have been so restrained and beaten just now.
They are not powerful at all, he can still beat a hundred more!
Meili touched his arm skillfully and comforted him, "Of course you can beat them. Look, they can't even stand up, but you can still run for so long. I think they must be afraid of you. You are amazing!"
But this time Murray was not so easily coaxed. He was still sulking, "I'm not afraid of them, but grandpa wouldn't let me fight with those people. He told me to avoid them, but they hit me first!"
Meili pressed his wound and said, "Yes, they are unreasonable. Let's stop for a moment and take care of the wound, okay?"
Murray finally stopped and sat down on a big rock.
Mary got down from his arms and saw him looking down at his wound but not moving.
She pushed him, "What's wrong?"
Boss Murray sat there alone, looking inexplicably dejected, but he still tried to keep his tone cold, "It will heal no matter what, it's just a minor wound, I don't care."
Mary saw a little blood under his skull cap, as if it had flowed from inside.
She held the skull cap and hesitated, "Can I take it off?"
Murray didn't move.
Meili: "I already know you are a monster. I think I saw it once before. Don't be afraid... I got it?"
Murray hummed softly, his voice sounding a little aggrieved, as if he was acting coquettishly. I wonder if he noticed it himself.
Mary stood on tiptoe, grabbed the two corners of the skull cap with both hands, and pulled it up.
There seemed to be a "pop" sound.
Meili saw the little white bear with a naturally upturned mouth. Although he was much bigger than her, when she saw his round, furry face, she preferred to call him Little White Bear.
There was a small wound on his neck, but luckily there was no wound on his head. Mary held the skull cap and looked at him carefully.
At first, Murray tried hard to look at her with his dark round eyes, looking very fierce. Later, he lowered his head to avoid her gaze and looked at her while holding his two big hands.
This pose would be very profound if she wore the skull hat, but now it just looks cute and pitiful.
Mary looked at his hands again. His gloves were also torn, with white hair sticking out of the gaps. She had to resist with great difficulty not to touch his head to comfort him.