adventurer killer

The last survivors of the Amazonian Wanda Clan didn't know what happened when Pino jumped up.

Wanda thought that the fame of the Amazon warriors would be proven when several of their women died with the evil castle.

These ordinary but great names will brush over the roughest ground of the Dark Continent, etching out the emblems that belong to Amazon's eternal heritage.

If posterity would come to this ancient battlefield, they would recognize the shattered ruins of the abbey and Leoric's great castle, and find many artifacts.

Among them is the [Kiss of the Goddess of War] that she gradually raised into the air. This artifact javelin was passed down from her mother. It is said that no less than 50 yuan of gold ingots were used.

Every arcane ingot has been tempered and blessed by the Holy Light Church, so it has a quick transfer skill of [Material Raid], and there is never any need to worry about recycling.

The problem of recovery is a dilemma faced by Amazon female warriors when they go out to fight. Although they can use their fists, how can they play without javelins, bows and arrows when they encounter long-distance targets?

In this way, whoever owns the kiss of the Goddess of War is equivalent to controlling an inexhaustible equipment library. Wanda has always relied on this artifact to maintain her family's absolute rule over the tribe.

Now, the white-haired Wanda still wears two bright braids, with deep furrowed wrinkles on his face, and a bitter smile blooming along the fatigue imposed by the years.

"You guys should know that I won't be a competent leader if I don't have this weapon." The monster below was about to climb up the gable wall, emitting a sharp red mist.

The red mist was very strange, very thick, and seemed to contain a gust of wind. When it touched the protruding wall sculpture of the gable wall, it would mercilessly chip off a piece. Wanda stared at him blankly.

Purmoti, who has guarded Wanda for more than [-] years, clenched his lips, clenched his fists and bumped against the hem of his skirt: "It's nothing, patriarch! We feel extremely honored to be soldiers of Wanda's family!"

Wanda maintained the posture of holding the spear high, and came to the top of the gable to overlook: "But in fact, we have to admit that the opponent we met this time is very powerful, and we have already lost the battle."

"Patriarch! We are not defeated." Purmoti repeated the empty slogan, Wanda threw down the spear fiercely, and the skill called Material Assault turned the spear into a streamer.

It easily hit the cloud of red mist, but when Wanda picked it up and returned it to his hand, he discovered that the speed at which the spear gathered matter slowed down, and it was severely eroded by the red mist.

"Look, the battle is defeated." Wanda turned around, instead of worrying as before, she generously spread the spear in her hand, allowing it to be balanced while being observed.

Purmoti and the sisters around her who had contributed to the Wanda tribe for decades looked at each other for a long time, and Purmoti guessed what the leader wanted them to do.

"Patriarch! We will not escape, and besides, there is no way to escape here." She was telling the truth, the height from the ground was too high, and the Horadric Monastery was currently like a flying fortress.

But it doesn't mean they can't try at all. After all, years of combat literacy allow them to make many super-difficult tactical moves, such as flying over eaves and walls for a short time.

"It's great that you understand and don't need me to give this difficult order, Purmoti." Wanda lifted the kiss of the Goddess of War and solemnly pushed it in front of Purmoti.

"I know that for the Amazons, fleeing is more difficult than dying. This is the education we have received, but who will pass on the fire of life for the tribe?" Purmoti remained silent.

"I'm too old, it's worth staying here to abide by the iron law that we persist to the end, and you, with the hope of the tribe, will reopen a new territory." Wanda gave an old smile.

Her voice was too hoarse, and Purmoti seemed to briefly see Wanda's youthful appearance from Wanda's face. At that time, she was the maid of Wanda's patriarch, and Wanda was quite athletic at that time.

The two little girls, Daria and Luteff, have completely inherited the excellent bloodline of their Wanda family. They look as lonely as a goshawk, and they are as vigorous as a monkey, and their physical strength is comparable to that of a rhinoceros.

"Then let your two little girls carry the torch." Purmoti growled in despair. She didn't want to leave any hope of surviving easily, at least she had to make some efforts.

No one wants to die, no one wants to give their life for a god that doesn't exist, she knows what other people think, no one really worships the war goddess Sir Costa.

The only reason why the remaining Amazon female warriors here defend the tradition is because they are a family, born and raised in the family of a woman named Wanda, and they are full of affection for each other.

Lord Costa failed to bless them to live and thrive in the magnificent tropical jungle, but the priestess Wanda's family was responsible for the safe migration of the small fire of the ethnic group.

From the tropical jungle to the black swamp, they have wandered in many dangerous places. If it weren't for the wise decision of Wanda's family, they would have died long ago.

Therefore, if they don't escape now, it doesn't mean that they believe that people will return to the embrace of the goddess after death. They are just held together by family affection, twisted into a rope and don't want to disperse.

Hearing what Purmoti said, Wanda smiled miserably: "I really want them to go with you, but do you think they will be safe now if they ran out of the camp without permission?"

Wanda was referring to the mound that was flying away from the Horadric Monastery, and a skeleton soldier was standing on it. He had already been overtaken, but everyone saw the skeleton soldier's smile.

A few hundred meters away, he grinned his wide jaws and showed the female warriors that sinister smile, as if their end would be as tragic as those two little girls.

"It's too late. You have to jump down before the monastery touches the big castle. The monster climbs up along the arrow of the holy light, and you can also use it to bounce to the ground."

Of course, there is no need to teach Wanda. All of these female fighters have experienced many battles, and it is not difficult to survive the airborne. "Purmoti, you are the patriarch now, be decisive."

Wanda's warm smile infected Purmoti. She felt that the kiss of the Goddess of War was transmitting infinite power to her palm, and running away was not a terrible and ugly thing.

In front of opponents with great disparity, going your own way and ignoring current affairs will win you the title of hero, but that's all. The Amazon tribe must continue the fire of life.

Purmoti slowly inserted the spear into the spear pouch on the back of her shoulder: "My lord, I will erect a monument for you after we find a foothold." After she finished speaking, she left Wanda behind her.

The new patriarch took over the sign of power and did not cause any dissatisfaction, because this hot potato will become the shackles on Purmoti at this moment.

Living is harder than dying. Finding a new oasis in this land polluted by dark essence is not easy, and it may take a long time.

Even they had to condescend to merge with the human kingdom and maintain that meager layer of Amazon blood. Purmoti followed behind the silent crowd.

When the Horadric Monastery was reflected in the shadow cast by Leoric's great castle, they walked to the back, Purmoti looked back, Wanda was alone, like an ordinary old man.

If it wasn't for the wrong timing, she might well have waved to herself and the remnants of the Amazon, but the smile on her face now somehow fits the situation better.

"Goodbye, Wanda, my lord." The moment Purmoti closed her eyes, she was suddenly blessed by the Goddess of War, and she jumped over the moss-stained marble guardrail on the platform.

Leaning down from the back of the monastery, which was slightly tilted, ready to slant into the hinterland of the big castle in a crooked posture, Purmoti exploded just as she barely jumped out of the life-and-death boundary.

In the eyes of Wanda and those Amazon female warriors who hadn't escaped in the future, she exploded into a ball of cotton-like flesh and blood, and scattered blood splashed on the ground.

Before they were aware of it, the red smoke poured in from the window on one side of the monastery, filled the entire empty corridor, and then erupted from the window on the other side.

Then the pungent and sharp killing aura soared into the air, casting the tentacle of death near the gable wall, it seemed hidden and invisible, but if someone wanted to jump out of this killing array...

After the Kiss of the Goddess of War briefly changed its owner, it was soaked in a layer of blood plasma. The Amazon female warriors stared at the spear that no one dared to hold, with a layer of ashes on their faces.

"Gather quickly, don't get close to the railing." Wanda Kong grabbed a fist, and after she sighed, the kiss of the Goddess of War returned to the original owner's hand.

"Pulmoti, I'm sorry, I'm too optimistic." Wanda lowered her eyelashes that were trembling in pain, and then her eyes suddenly showed a strong fighting spirit.

"We have fallen into the trap of this monster. Everyone, pay attention to the red mist around him. It is very likely that he will appear from this red mist." There was no warning.

There is no sign to warn Wanda that the monster may disintegrate with the red mist and then reunite. Everything is her guess.

An Amazon tribal leader, guess.