Reincarnated Lizard Becomes Stronger by Having Fun

[Huff~Huff~!]

Cyril was panting heavily.

[Click~]

Blood continued to drip from the black tip of the gun.

"Are you OK."

The big golden fox walked up to Cyril and asked with a worried look.

"It's okay...it just hurts a little."

"Why don't you come up and I'll take you away."

The big fox walked up to Cyril and squatted down, with its broad back facing the other party.

"Daniel, where are the villagers of Mukalla?"

"It's already this late and you still have the heart to care about this. What else can they do? They should have evacuated long ago."

"Won't you protect them?"

"I'm different from you. I'm not their guardian monster. I'm just a neighbor."

The big golden fox looked indifferent, and that was indeed the fact.

Originally, he had no intention of intervening in this battle and just ran away, after all, there was a superior demon in the sky.

Although the humans in the sky seem to be evenly matched with the upper demons for the time being.

But if others didn't know, how could he not know? This was only because of the plane suppression. Once the upper demons adapted, the humans in the sky would definitely not be their opponents.

So run as far as you can.

Under normal circumstances, this upper demon would definitely choose monsters like them as his hunting targets.

But seeing the old wolf's miserable appearance, he chose to come back and help.

Now that the problem has been solved, the natural thing to do is to run away as soon as possible. What if the humans in the sky suddenly can't hold on at this time?

The big golden tail swept the ground.

He looked at the old wolf and wanted to take it with him if possible.

This guy is injured, badly.

"Would you like to come up?"

Cyril looked at Daniel in front of him silently.

"No, I can still move on my own."

With wolf claws spread out, Cyril ran towards the village.

Looking at the old wolf's back as he left, Daniel also raised his paws.

This old wolf is still so stupid.

I don't owe those humans anything, so why should I keep protecting them?

Stupid.

With its claws spread out, the big golden fox ran in the opposite direction.

He was much faster than Cyril because he was not injured.

He ran all the way along the path the villagers took.

There was suddenly a familiar smell at the tip of my nose.

It's Tanya! It's Tanya's scent!

The groggy brain suddenly became clear.

The running claws sped up unconsciously.

Running all the way, from day to night.

Finally he saw the team in front of him stopping to rest.

The teams stopped and families sat together to eat simple food.

There was only a lonely figure sitting at the edge of the team, chewing a wild fruit.

As she was chewing, Tanya suddenly felt a familiar gaze.

Looking up and following the line of sight, I saw a familiar tall figure running towards this side.

Mr. Cyril!

The fruit fell to the ground, and the small figure stood up and quickly ran towards the huge figure.

Seeing the little guy he raised, Cyril wanted to speed up, but at this time, a strange change occurred in his vision.

So blurry… so sleepy.

[Bang!]

The giant wolf fell to the ground, and its huge body slid forward for more than ten meters due to inertia before stopping.

Tanya ran to Cyril with tears streaming down her face.

The little hand anxiously pressed on the side of the abdomen where the black spear was inserted, and the wet fur was instantly dyed red with blood.

I subconsciously reached for my waist, but found nothing.

The space bag that Little Mister gave her was gone, and inside it was the healing potion that Grandma Padget gave her.

How to do?How to do?

After a moment of panic, Tanya reacted and put her little hands on Mr. Cyril.

Emerald green light shone from the little hands and continuously poured into the giant wolf's body.

As the light continued to flow in, the giant wolf's wounds no longer bleed, but the hideous wounds all over Mr. Cyril's body remained.

A familiar tingling sensation soon spread through my brain.

But Mr. Cyril's breathing continued to become weaker.

No, Mr. Cyril, don't leave me.

The emerald green light in the little hand flickered.

No, don't extinguish it.

Please don't extinguish...

It seemed that this prayer had received the due response, and the emerald green light that was on the verge of dimming quickly became dazzling again.

However, the girl's hair, which was as green as tender leaves, began to change little by little from the roots, and turned into a dry white color.

The whiteness has spread all the way to the tips of the hair.

[whoosh~whoosh~whoosh~]

The violent breathing slowly calmed down.

All the wounds on the giant gray wolf have been repaired, except for the pitch-black spear that pierced its side.

But even so, he still didn't seem to be waking up.

Tanya looked at the villagers around her.

"Everyone, please save Mr. Cyril."

The little girl crawled on the ground with her forehead touching the ground.

A middle-aged man walked out of the crowd.

He is the village chief.

"Get up, Master Cyril is our guardian monster, we will certainly not give up on him."

The village chief looked coldly, he didn't like this half-blood, but Lord Cyril had to be saved.

This is the guardian monster of their village.

If it weren't for Lord Cyril, their village wouldn't be able to live in such a peaceful manner.

He also felt a little touched by the hybrid's behavior of overdrawing its vitality just now.

As the village chief, he can't be worse than a half-breed.

[Tap tap!]

An empty cart drove over.

This is the village chief's own cart.

"Men, come and help."

With the village chief's order, a group of men gathered together and worked together to lift the huge gray wolf onto the carriage.

"Okay, let's continue on our way."

The village chief gave an order, shouted, and slapped the horse's butt with his palm, and the cart pulled by two horses immediately started moving.

A group of villagers were still rummaging through a pile of items that the village chief had unloaded in order to free up space on the cart.

The village chief ignored all this. He thought the things on the cart were just some things that were inconvenient to carry. His real property had always been in the space bag.

He stretched out his hand and pulled the half-breed onto the cart, then walked over to Lord Cyril who was lying on the cart and squatted down.

Use your hands to pry open the wolf kiss.

Open a bottle of healing potion and fill it with Wolf Kiss.

The village chief stopped after he had finished three bottles and only had the last two bottles left.

It’s not that I’m reluctant.

Instead, he found that the medicine did not seem to have the desired effect.

Logically speaking, three bottles of healing potion should be enough to wake Lord Cyril up.

Because the cart was limited in size, only the upper half of the gray wolf's body was lying on the cart.

Let the two hind legs drag behind.

This would definitely be a problem for humans, but for Warcraft, even if it were dragged like this for a few days, it would not be injured, at most its fur would become dirty.

His eyes turned to the pitch-black spear stuck in Mr. Cyril's side.

There is something wrong with this gun.

It was this that was eating away at Mr. Cyril.

Although it is not a good option, I have to pull out the spear now.

He stood up and wanted to call a few people to come up and help.