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Mousse's eyes were fixed on the forest behind him, as if he could see through what was hidden inside at a glance. The person approaching was definitely a beastman.

But he lacked experience in fighting beastmen. A qualified Dread Lord would never fight something he didn't understand.

She would definitely find out exactly what her enemy's weaknesses are before fighting.

"Wende, Luo, you know about the beastmen, right? What are the beastmen's weaknesses? What is their most deadly attack method?"

This is finally the direction that matches Windlow's major.

During his childhood, he was worried about being eaten by the beastmen that were everywhere in the forest every day, so he did a lot of research on the beastmen.

"Beastmen have human wisdom and the strength of beasts. They can ambush and formulate tactics, but their physical fitness is not strong. A single beastman poses no threat. Once they form a group, they will become a powerful force."

"So, they will use tactics?"

Mousse immediately grasped the characteristics of Windlow's words, then his eyes rolled and he realized that the situation was not optimistic.

Ordinary reckless men are naturally no match for the dark elves, but if there are people among the enemy who attract fire, some who can output long-range damage, and some who can surround the flank, then the situation will not be optimistic.

It turned out that Mousse was right.

After finding the target, the beastmen began various tactical actions.

Although this group of creatures can hide their bodies in the forest, making it impossible for humans like Windlow to find their traces, the stench on their bodies has completely exposed them to Mousse's sight.

There were three Beastmen in the front, and two Beastmen archers on each side were slowly approaching, and even four Beastmen were looking for an opportunity to go around behind them.

The last three beastmen crouched in the rear, thinking that there was no threat at all to deal with just two enemies, so they did not come up.

"Can you protect yourself?"

Mousse glanced at Windlow sideways. He knew that this human had no way of defeating the beastman, but if this guy died at the hands of the beastman, it would definitely be a great loss for him.

She must be worrying too much. Windlow, who thinks about how to make money and save his life every day, naturally has his own way to fight against the beastmen.

He just squatted on the ground, then picked up a piece of wood and placed it in front of himself.

There are three types of beastmen.

A inferior horned beast, a being whose individual strength is totally inferior to that of humans.

A giant horned beast, a being whose individual strength exceeds that of a human.

A giant monster, an unimaginable terrifying existence.

Generally speaking, there will be no big-horned beasts or monsters in the forests close to human cities and roads. The only enemy is the inferior-horned beast.

The melee attack capabilities of the inferior horned beasts are indeed too weak. Although Windlow has no way to defeat them, he can keep running away to avoid being hurt by them.

Although long-range inferior horned beasts can shoot arrows, their archery skills and bows are so poor that they will hardly hit the enemy unless they are close to the enemy.

He took a piece of wood and placed it in front of him and squatted on the ground. Well, Windlo's mission was completed. This at least ensured that he would not be harmed by any long-range attacks.

Take a look at how Dreadlord Moose fights by revealing a pair of eyes.

A dagger flew out quickly and hit the head of one of the beastmen directly. The whole dagger was inserted into the head, and the beastman fell to the ground.

The brain matter, which was even more foul-smelling than their blood, slowly flowed out. Mousse shook his head. It seemed that the dagger could not be kept.

Then he quickly leaned over, and his elf ears heard the sounds coming from all around. He pulled his right hand from his waist, and the dagger that he had obtained as a trophy from the three archers was held in Mousse's hand.

Holding the sword in her backhand, the Lord of Fear prefers close combat, which allows her to enjoy the thrill of battle more.

The muscles of the hind legs contracted, and then they suddenly sprinted out. Although the Dark Elves had been separated from the High Elves for thousands of years, the Dark Elves still retained the two special abilities of elven speed and martial attainments.

Elves will always attack before other races.

He quickly rushed to another beastman and then slashed the guy's neck with the dagger at an angle.

The shoulder blades, collarbones, and ribs were cut off one by one by brute force, and the entire beastman was cut in half almost instantly.

When the upper body fell to the ground and the internal organs were in turmoil, only the lower body was still standing there without falling down.

Mousse's speed was so fast that ordinary beastmen couldn't keep up with it with their eyes.

When the lower body of the beastman fell to the ground due to loss of strength, Mousse had already flashed behind another beastman.

"Beastmen, they have the same structure as humans."

As soon as she finished speaking, the dagger in her hand had already pierced into the beastman's back and then stabbed out from his chest, with a still beating heart on the blade.

The beastmen finally started to panic. They now realized that they had provoked someone they shouldn't have provoked.

They threw away their weapons and started to flee. Soon, all the surviving beastmen ran into the forest.

Mousse just took a look into the forest and gave up the idea of ​​chasing. After all, Windlow had said before that beastmen were very cunning creatures.

They might be lying in ambush in the forest, and chasing them rashly would only put you in a disadvantageous situation.

He shook off the blood on the dagger, then slowly walked to Wendlow and lifted him up from the ground.

"Done?"

Wendlow looked around and nodded.

"Although the Beastmen are a cunning race, they are also very cowardly. Their morale can easily collapse. They did flee."

"That's good, let's get to work."

When she said this, Mousse had already regarded Windlo as her partner. It was the simplest cooperative relationship. She was responsible for fighting, while Windlo was responsible for cleaning up the battlefield.

Okay, okay, I can’t forget my job.

Despite the stench from the beastmen's corpses, Windlow still collected some pretty good spoils.

Although the beastmen were not very wealthy, they were wearing leather protective gear obtained from hunting, and they also had some teeth that were not too worn out, which were also very good commodities.

But both Windlow and Mousse, who had let down their guard, overlooked the most important factor.

That is, the beastmen have an extremely terrible revengeful mentality. After running away for a while, one of the beastmen finally overcame his fear and returned to the place where the battle had taken place before.

Just then, he saw a human rummaging through the corpses of his compatriots. He was instantly filled with rage and quickly picked up the bow and arrow in his hand, using brute force to shoot an arrow that represented revenge.