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Chapter 164 of the Four Seals: Death Knight and Followers

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    "Sorry, I haven't been feeling well lately. Maybe it's because those days of the month are coming"

    Lorna sat under a tree and said in an unscrupulous tone to the man in front of her who had his upper body exposed and his trousers torn. Her tone meant that it didn't matter if something broke.

    Although Lorna is a woman, she is a death knight and does not have what she calls "those days". However, the mystery of the death knight makes it impossible for others to know, so she has to say what it is.

    The man in front of Lorna fell to the ground as if he was about to die, with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. He was breathing heavily and wanted to say something, but his current injuries almost gave him no strength to speak.

    A few minutes ago, when Lorna's hallucination disappeared, she felt that the height, shape and smell of the person she was hugging were very different from the Silas she was familiar with.

    She immediately pushed the man away. To be precise, Lorna took a few steps back with the help of the reaction force, while Lehman remained in the same position as before.

    Lehman opened his arms, still hesitating whether to respond to the embrace of the person he admired. When the other person pushed him away, he felt the sharp senses that he had advanced to a high-level werewolf a few years ago.  An aura of extreme danger.

    At that moment, Lehman seemed to see his grandfather and grandmother who had died decades ago waving to him.

    He saw the other person's left eye glowing blue. Although he felt a little relieved to see the eyepatch he gave her on his right eye by the way, such thoughts were thrown away in an instant.

    Rona's circle containing huge power became even more powerful with the assistance of waist strength and centrifugal force. Lehman reacted in the shortest time. He restored his werewolf form without thinking, because that was the only way,  Only then did he have enough speed to avoid the opponent's attack.

    Rayman's werewolf transformation caused his clothes and trousers to be stretched out. Although his size became larger, it also allowed him to gain faster speed. Rayman, who had avoided the opponent's punch, did not relax his vigilance. He moved his arms and right  His legs were protected in front of him.

    Because Rona swiped at him after dodging the first punch, even Lehman now had no way to avoid it and could only take it hard.

    But this kick was not as painful as Lehman imagined. It was just as powerful as an ordinary adult, and the opponent's movements obviously slowed down.

    After seeing Rayman transform into a werewolf, Lorna noticed something strange. Rayman had given her a somewhat familiar feeling before, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it before. After seeing him transform into a werewolf, everything was clear.  ,but¡­¡­¡­¡­

    The slowed down kick was not the end of this venting of anger. On the contrary, it was just the beginning. Lehman felt that the strong sense of oppression emanating from the opponent's body had weakened to almost disappear, and the chill also disappeared.  , and even saw a smile from the other party.

    Lehman relaxed his vigilance. He knew that the other party had recognized him after he revealed his identity as a werewolf, but he always felt that there was something hidden behind the silver-haired woman's smile.

    Just when he was stunned, Lorna had already come to his side. Due to the height difference, Lorna jumped up and kicked Lehman directly in the face with a roundhouse kick.

    Lehman's vision went dark, and he only felt something hitting behind him. He stopped when the intensity gradually decreased. He felt that his nose bones had been broken, and he also felt astringent liquid in his throat. He was very worried.  Make sure it's not saliva.

    Before he could open his eyes, he felt a storm of attacks falling on his body. His arms, ribs, and chest all felt like they were about to burst. The only good thing was that the opponent was at least "kind and righteous" and did not attack his lower body.

    "Why are you following me? Although we may have had contact before, I don't think I'm familiar with you. I can still think that you will pose a certain threat to me, and I believe that for you, this situation  It¡¯s not a good thing.¡±

    A few hours later, Rona spoke.

    In the past few hours, Lorna has been sitting under a big tree, quietly watching Lehman lying on the ground gradually recover. The werewolf's recovery ability is Lorna's natural way, although Sophia's ability is no longer 'recovery'.  'But 'regeneration' is essentially different.

    The werewolf who got up from the ground with difficulty became stuttering after hearing Rona's question. He was squeaking and whining and couldn't hear clearly what was being said. Maybe even he himself didn't know what he said.

    At that moment, Lehman was pointed out by Lorna to the crux of the question. Why should he follow him? Why?  As she said, although they have had contact with each other, they are not familiar with each other, otherwise she would not have known each other before meeting.??Such a deadpan expression.

    Could it be that he was moved by the moment when she walked out of the arena?

    Or is it just that he was simply curious about her, this silver-haired woman who couldn't see everything even if he tried hard to look up, and drove himself to step out of the town?

    Or perhaps both, Lehman is certain of only one thing: this silver-haired woman named Lorna, whom he only learned not long ago, has an incomprehensible attraction to him.

    It reminded him of that night at the Colman Arena, when he had almost lost faith in 'freedom'. The owner of the arena told him in front of him that as long as he killed the female elf in front of him, he would be released.  he.

    Lehman knew that it was just a lie made up by the bad old man, but he had no choice. He saw the hatred and anger in the female elf's eyes, and he knew that if he didn't do what the old man said, he would definitely die.

    Just when he was about to deliver a fatal blow to the seriously injured and exhausted female elf, he began to hesitate in his heart, but he still took action, but his blow was blocked by a person who rushed over from the stands to 'disrupt the situation'  down.

    He saw the man's long silver hair and eyes that glowed slightly blue.

    Who is this guy?  Why would she stop me?  Why did she look so relaxed when she blocked my blow?  ¡­¡­¡­¡­

    Many questions appeared in Lehman's mind in an instant, but what happened next was something he had never seen or even imagined. He saw a 'mixed-race' woman carrying a woman who collapsed on the ground.  The elf flew away.

    "Is his life coming to an end like this?" he thought, until the silver-haired woman said to himself, "Then, the next step is to deal with these people and escape."

    Until everything was over, the silver-haired woman actually helped him escape despite many obstacles. Lehman wanted to thank her, but the other party just told him in a statement that she just wanted to rescue the female elf.

    Later, when Lehman recalled it, he openly said that he was a little disappointed when he heard those words.

    At that time, Lehman wanted to know the other party¡¯s name, but when he asked, the other party complained impatiently.

    But the silver-haired woman smiled at herself when waving goodbye, at least that's what Lehman thought. Although he knew it was inappropriate, he still asked, "Can we see you again?" but he didn't get an answer from the other party.

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    "If you want to follow me, you can, but I have to let you know in advance what you will face. Powerful enemies, weird things beyond your understanding, and tolerate my personal values. The last thing I want is that you have to learn to face  to death"

    After saying that, Lehman watched helplessly as the silver-haired woman stood up, patted the dust on her pants, and thought about walking to the north. After only walking for less than half a minute, her body started to tremble slightly and she raised her head.  Got his head up.

    Then she fell straight to the ground.
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