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Huh? The devil's words made Mousse stunned, and he glanced at Wendlow.

This guy is right next to me, why can't the devil see him?

In order to verify whether his guess was correct, he then tilted his head.

"Wendalo, go up and hit it with a stick. Don't worry, I can save you before it kills you."

Wendlow could only grit his teeth and be thankful that a table has four legs and he still had three legs to use.

He slowly moved towards the demon, and then a table leg hit the demon's foot.

Although no damage was done, it allowed Mousse to discover a surprising strategic advantage.

The demon wasn't pretending, it couldn't see Windlow at all.

Even the weakest goblin's soul can be seen by the devil. How weak must Windlow be to be ignored by the devil?

The dark elves would not laugh, because any creature still alive in the world must have their own skills to survive.

The phrase behind the law of the jungle is not survival of the strong, but survival of the fittest.

Since I can become invisible in front of demons, I must make good use of this talent.

Both Windlow and Mousse realized this, and the former then picked up various weapons and hit the demon.

"idiot!"

At the same time, Mousse and the demon cursed at the same time, the elf quickly launched, and the demon also waved its claws towards where Windlo was.

Fortunately, Mousse reacted quickly, rushed over, hugged Wendlow and ran to a safe place.

"It can't see you, but it can still predict your location through the pain! Stupid!"

The last sentence was a very harsh curse, and at the same time his eyes quickly swept over the fatal parts of Windlow's body. Good, he was not injured.

But what responded to Mousse was a pair of big feet. Windlow kicked him hard, and under the force, Mousse slid a few meters away. Then he did a backflip and stood up, successfully avoiding the devil's attack.

Then he shook his head a few times to regain his consciousness. This demon was not easy to deal with. If he was distracted for a few seconds, he would be entangled by the demon.

"Wendalo, I don't have time to distract myself and take care of you. Find a way to kill this demon!"

After saying that, Mousse focused all her attention on the devil. She couldn't kill the devil, so everything after that depended on the "invisible" Windlow.

Panic leads to confusion, impatience leads to fatigue, and a calm man should never risk his life easily.

At this time, Wendlow's brain was working rapidly, thinking about how to deal with the devil.

When he was just an ordinary child, he was worried about being killed by various threats, so he had many ways to deal with orcs, goblins and beastmen.

But the probability of demons appearing in the empire is too low, so Windlow has almost no idea how to fight against them.

And let alone him, in the entire empire, only witch hunters and Sigma priests know how to fight demons.

There are almost no demons in the empire, except for the Brass Fortress.

Wait, the Brass Fortress! This is a medium-sized fortress located in the mountains in the central part of the empire. Although it was originally the land of the empire, it was occupied by the demons entrenched in it.

In order to deal with the demons and their minions that might break out of the Brass Fortress at any time, the local Elector Count of Hawke formed a team of musketeers.

Soldiers called the Gundermann Musketeers would coat their lead projectiles with a layer of silver.

Silver has a good ability to fight against vampires and demons.

"silver!"

Windlow immediately thought of a countermeasure, and then, like the richest noble in the empire, he desperately grabbed the silver coins from the endless wallet and threw them at the devil.

It really works!

After touching the silver, the demon was not harmed, but its movements were hindered.

Even the most swift chops, with the effect of the silver, made Windlow feel that he could easily dodge them.

If there were enough silver coins, the demon could be drowned with money. The only pity is that there is not enough money.

All the silver coins that had been saved had been thrown away, leaving only the last two in hand.

Moreover, the demon's movements were only staggered when it was first attacked by the silver, and its movements returned to normal after leaving the silver.

The demon's physical strength is endless, while Mousse's physical strength is decreasing every moment.

There is only one chance!

A calm man will not risk his life easily, but he will definitely protect the people he wants to protect.

Grabbing the last two silver coins, Windlow jumped onto the demon's back and knocked it down with both hands while its movements were still slow.

Two silver coins produced in Sylvania pierced into the demon's eyes, and then two fists smashed the silver coins into the demon's head.

Such terrible injuries made the demon howl in pain, and it kept struggling to throw off the invisible thing on its back.

Mousse also seized the best opportunity, thrusting the sword perfectly, and then thrusting the sword hard, cutting off the demon's head.

Then the whole demon fell to the ground and turned into ashes in the burning.

Windlo quickly lowered his head. Mousse's swordsmanship was truly astonishing. In order to behead the demon, he didn't even care that he was still lying on the demon's back.

The cloth on his chest had been cut by the sword, and he even felt that his skin was slightly cut, but fortunately there was no bleeding.

"Moose, you almost cut me too."

At this moment, Windlow's breathing was disordered, his air was gasping for air, and his chest kept rising and falling.

Unexpectedly, the demon failed to kill him, but he was almost chopped to death by his dark elf companions.

"You're welcome."

He still had that cold and superior expression, but a layer of blood color slowly covered his lavender eyes.

His vision became increasingly blurred, and he finally collapsed powerlessly.

Fortunately, Windlow reacted in time, ran over, held Mousse in his arms, and gave him a full body check.

"It's okay, don't worry, Mousse, they are just superficial injuries, just superficial injuries."

After saying that, he tried hard to pick up Mousse and put him on the bed, then hurried through the first floor of the tavern which was full of corpses, and brought back all the hot water and herbs he had found.

"I was hit on the head and have a mild concussion. I need to rest. That's great, there is no intracranial hemorrhage."

"You actually said the word too good. Ha, you human, do you really enjoy seeing the dark elves in such a vulnerable state?"

"If it was an intracranial hemorrhage, I wouldn't be able to save you! Fortunately, the elves' skulls are much stronger than humans'."

As Wendlow spoke, he cleaned the wounds on Mousse left by the battle with the devil, and completed disinfection and bleeding control.

"It's just the eyelid that's bleeding, it doesn't affect your vision. You'll be able to see clearly in two or three days."

"The bone isn't broken, but I think it's definitely cracked. I need to take calcium supplements and get some sun exposure."

"I'll do my best to heal the scratches on your legs. They won't leave scars."

Wendlow's words continued to reach Mousse's ears, and the dark elf lord of fear did not show any vulnerable expression towards the pain.

I just feel that the man in front of me is very noisy. He keeps talking and my ears are getting calluses.

But Mousse, who had always been very vigilant, did not trust others at all, and could not even enter a deep sleep, felt for the first time that he was being protected by someone.

She even snuggled into Wendlow's arms and slowly fell asleep.