Wasteland Lord: Starting from Thirty Days to Live

While the griffin was letting out a mournful cry and struggling to cover its eyes with its wings, it was spinning around in circles in a daze.

Vittorio didn't hold back either. He picked up the bound Grandet and rushed over, then ransacked the griffin's feathers, turning all its wings into golden feathers and its beak into a golden beak.

By the time the griffin recovered from its blindness, it was already too late.

This time, it ran away yelling again.

Since its sub-adult years, the griffin has been invincible in the Reach, considering itself the king and possessing the arrogance of a magical creature.

But just a moment ago, it seemed to have returned to its childhood, a time when it had no ability to protect itself.

It felt like a helpless little chick, shivering in the dark.

The man who shouted about flashbangs from a distance with a sinister smile left a deep shadow in his heart.

As per the script, Lina suddenly appeared, stood on the rooftop, and began to launch into a verbal attack.

Vittorio sneered, then pulled out two more dragon breath bullets and threw them at the roof without hesitation.

With a loud crash, most of the roof where Lina was standing collapsed, and Lina herself fell off the roof with a thud.

This time, they threw a stun grenade with a deafening effect. The explosion and the dizzying effect directly caused Lina serious injuries.

Lina didn't have time to react at all, or rather, she hadn't expected there to be such a person who would immediately unleash a powerful attack without giving her a chance to speak.

However, this attack did not kill her, because the lump of flesh on her back automatically grew out, like some kind of passive defense mechanism.

This time, even without Lina calling out to him, the crazy old woman behind his head appeared.

Edmund looked at the crazy old woman, screaming and roaring as she was blown up by the bomb, and rolled around in the arena. He felt a sense of familiarity with her and was about to say something.

However, at this moment, Vittorio walked up and handed him two Dragon Breath Bullets.

Vittorio was also very concise and to the point.

"Throw her."

Edmund's usually serious and rigid face couldn't help but curl up at the corners of his mouth, as if he too was starting to lose his composure.

Without further hesitation, he obeyed Vittorio's words, picked up the dragon breath bullet in his hand, lit it, and threw it towards the other side.

At first, the sleeping Lina could still wave her tentacles and shout, but after two dragon breaths were fired, she started cursing. After four dragon breaths were fired, she started cursing again. After the fifth dragon breath was fired, she fell silent.

It wasn't that she was tired of cursing, but that she had run out of options.

From a distance, all that could be seen were the huge, spider-like tentacles that originally extended from the back of her head, which had now been transformed into neatly arranged skewers of grilled squid, and charred ones at that.

The noisy screams disappeared, and the monster behind her head was completely powerless to resist.

But Vittorio shook the bombs in his hand; there were still more than twenty left in the box, and he hadn't even used his full strength yet.

He drew his sword from his waist and walked step by step toward Lina.

The entire street was filled with the dust from the explosion and the various damages caused by shrapnel, leaving the road riddled with potholes.

Everyone followed behind Vittorio, watching him walk step by step toward the other side, sword in hand.

When Vittorio's sword tip was held to Lina's nose, this girl, who had previously been extremely arrogant, constantly causing destruction, and possessing a touch of evil and madness, simply lay motionless on the spot, like a delicate doll.

The face of the old woman who was originally behind her looked like a snail that had retreated into its shell.

As Vittorio approached, he could just see that the face was hidden behind the back of her head, which had returned to its normal appearance with a full head of hair.

'Looks like that mysterious "teacher" has abandoned her too,' Vittorio thought to himself with a cold laugh.

Only at this moment did the balance of power between the two truly reverse; Vittorio became the arbiter wielding a weapon, while she could only be fish on the chopping block.

杀？

Not kill?

Vittorio weighed the options in his mind, even though the girl and his current body seemed to be related by blood.

But so what? Psychologically speaking, he didn't think there was any familial affection between the two of them.

On the contrary, this girl is very wicked. Not to mention that she joined a cult, she constantly opposes herself and causes destruction.

She was already mentally unstable; keeping her alive would be like keeping a ticking time bomb.

With that thought in mind, Vittorio no longer hesitated, raising his sword high, ready to stab her head.

At this critical moment, something the size of a fist suddenly rushed out from the shadows and slammed into Vittorio's hand, knocking the sword out of Vittorio's grasp.

After spinning in the air, the sword precisely pierced the ground not far from Lina's head, its blade still trembling from the thrilling mid-air spin.

Vittorio was so puzzled. Who was this deity who had come to stop him?

However, when he looked closely, he found that what was in front of him was not a god, nor a monster, nor a powerful enemy, but just a tiny person the size of a palm.

The tiny figure, no bigger than a palm, had exquisite features and a touch of baby fat. Its pointed ears resembled those of the legendary elves.

He has four wings on his back, which are as thin as cicada wings, just like the wings of a hummingbird, and they flap rapidly.

Its entire body was completely naked, but it had no sexual characteristics whatsoever. This little thing, being naked, did not give people a lewd feeling, but rather a kind of natural beauty.

But a patch on the little thing's head ruins this beauty.

Right near his right eye, his entire face turned from white to black, as if someone had peeled off half of his face and replaced it with a new one.

Such a magical creature, a blend of nature and beauty, evil and the bizarre, suddenly appeared before Vittorio.

The first thing he did was to spread his not-so-broad arms, like a mother hen protecting her chicks, to shield Lina behind him.

Its little face was clearly filled with fear, and tears were even streaming down its face, but it still stubbornly refused to leave.

"What are you?" Vittorio asked, frowning.

The little guy straightened his chest, his body trembling, but he still mustered up the courage to answer.

"I am nothing, I am Lapra!"

After introducing himself, Lapra quickly followed up with the next sentence.

"Don't kill her, she's not a bad person!"

Vittorio hadn't even had a chance to figure out what the little thing was when he heard its words and laughed.

"She's not a bad person? She's repeatedly come to my territory to cause trouble. If she's not a bad person, then who is?"