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Mousse's elven ears clearly heard the sound of a bowstring being pulled in the distance.

The elf immediately knew that the beastmen had returned, and with his keen sense he could immediately detect the direction in which the bow was aimed.

It wasn't aimed at himself at all, but at Wendlow.

In just less than a second, Mousse had already turned his gaze to Windlow, and then clearly saw that the human did not make any movement.

There was not even the sound of approaching danger.

Should I shout at him to get out of the way? It would definitely be too late. That human had no professional military training. If I shouted "Get down", he might just look around.

Now there is only one way left.

He leaned forward and charged, running towards Windlow at the fastest speed.

When Mousse began to rush forward, the beastman also shot out the arrow representing revenge from the broken bow in his hand.

At the last moment, Mousse's fist made close contact with Windlo's face, and then Windlo was knocked to the ground, avoiding the flying arrow.

At the same time, Mousse also completely ignored one situation: the mutual effect of forces.

She pushed Windlow away, but she didn't have enough speed to dodge the flying arrow, and the broken arrow pierced through her leather armor and pierced into her flesh.

But the Lord of Fear was no pushover. She completely overcame the pain of being hit by the arrow, threw the dagger in her hand up, and then threw it towards the direction where the arrow came from as if it were a javelin.

After the sound of flesh being pierced by a dagger came from the forest, Windlo realized what had happened. He hurriedly got up from the ground and ran to Mousse.

"Don't worry about me for now, go finish off the enemy!"

Mousse's eyes were sharp. This was the terrifying look of the dark elves when they entered combat status.

Windlo had no choice but to do as he was told. He quickly ran into the forest and followed the traces of the dagger and found the beastman who had been stabbed.

The situation of the beastman archer at this time was naturally not optimistic, as its chest was completely pierced by the dagger.

But this guy was very tenacious and still had a breath of air, but his wounds were too severe and he lay on the ground without any ability to resist.

"Go over there, tear it apart with your dagger, and the mission is over."

Windlow kept encouraging himself, because he had killed chickens and ducks before, but he had never killed something like a human being before.

Besides, beastmen are not much different from humans. It's not that Windlow doesn't want to kill beastmen, but he doesn't have the courage to do so.

After all, this was the first time he had ever killed someone.

Slowly walked to the beastman and kept encouraging himself.

"It's very simple. Use the dagger to smash it!"

But he didn't know how to move this hand. If the beastman kept it, it would definitely be a disaster.

Of course, Windlow knew that he had to kill all the beastmen, but he still lacked experience in this kind of killing.

People who have always aimed to survive will instinctively resist all bloody scenes. If they have a gun, they will naturally be happy to shoot.

But if you chop the enemy into pieces with a sword, too much blood will flow, which will be disgusting, and the blood will splatter all over your body.

Being too close to the beastman made him feel uncomfortable.

When Windlo looked around, he found a huge stone. He ran over quickly, picked up the stone with all his strength, and then came to the beastman.

Stone is always the first weapon used by inexperienced people to kill.

He threw the boulder with all his might, and the heavy stone successfully smashed the beastman's head into a pulp.

The flying skull fragments and brain matter were pressed down by the huge rock and did not splash onto Windlow's body, so he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Despite the stench, he took back the dagger that was stuck in the beastman's corpse and quickly ran to report to Mousse.

The dark elf dread lord sitting on the ground seemed to be getting impatient.

"What took you so long?"

"I was. I was torturing the beastman. It actually hurt you."

"snort..."

Mousse made a sound of derision, and it was unclear whether it was mockery or disappointment.

"Then your ability to torture people is so poor that I didn't even hear a single ear-piercing scream."

Then he snorted again and frowned.

Naturally, this scene was seen by Windlo, and he also saw at a glance that the arm of Mousse that was hit by the arrow began to bleed.

Her other hand was placed on the arrow shaft, and she completely grasped the arrow with both hands. She simply broke the extra arrow shaft and threw it away, and she just frowned the whole time.

The arrow was still in his arm, and he raised his chin to look at Wendlow.

"Keep going, this place is not suitable for healing."

The two continued on their journey and finally found an abandoned farm before nightfall.

A simple wooden hut that looked like it had been abandoned for a few years, but still managed to provide shelter from the wind and rain while completely hiding the fire burning inside the house.

By the campfire in the house, Windlow was boiling hot water in a pottery before performing a very delicate surgical operation.

"Come on, I'm ready."

Mousse spoke, and she was already leaning against the wall beside the fire, and put a piece of wood in her hand into her mouth.

But just as Windlow turned around, his head suddenly lowered.

It’s not because the wound is terrible. When I was in the countryside, I often encountered injured villagers. It was very common for branches and arrows to pierce the flesh.

There was no difficulty in the treatment. Disinfection, arrow removal and suturing were all done in one go.

But when he turned around, he saw a scene he had never seen before.

Mousse had already taken off her upper body clothes, and her entire body was completely exposed in front of Windlow.

But rather than calling it a jade body, it would be more accurate to say that it is a body that has been through war.

In addition to the two eye-catching lumps, Mousse's upper body also has many healed scars.

Arrow wounds, knife wounds, dagger wounds, each wound is not large in size, but they have all turned into scars.

"Isn't the dagger warmed up yet?"

Seeing that Windlow was standing there in a daze, Mousse naturally urged him quickly, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with showing his body in front of a human.

"OK OK."

Holding the small knife that had been sterilized by flames, Wendlow slowly walked to Mousse, not looking at other parts of the body, and focusing entirely on the wound.

Use a knife to cut the skin at the position of the arrow, then gently shake the arrow head. It's a good job, without too much flesh and blood sticking to it.

Windlo slowly and carefully took out the arrowhead and then threw it into the fire.

As soon as the arrow left Mousse's arm, a large amount of blood oozed out of the wound and flowed to the surface of the wound in just a few seconds.

At this moment, Mousse suddenly discovered that the situation was different from what she had initially expected. After Windlow took out the arrow for her, he did not immediately proceed to the next step.

"Use a red-hot iron to burn and stop the bleeding. What are you waiting for?"