Chapter 181: Spare Me!

  trolling the galloping warhorse, maintaining the ption of battle energy, calg the time left for "Water Walking."

  It's enough!

  Hawk stared fiercely at the giant s crocodile running ahead, his eyes filled with excitement and joy, and enced the surrounding knights:

  "Haha, it seems we’re lucky today. We go out to deliver supplies and run into a mutated magical creature."

  "Even though it's a murloc, you’ve all seen it, this murlo trol other murlocs!"

  "That’s worth a lot!"

  Hearing this, the other knights became excited as well, gripping their ons tightly.

  Seeing the distaween both sides closing, Bobo, no longer g about the murlocs he had spent great effort taming, urged his brothers to run faster while muttering:

  "Damn it, it’s like seeing a ghost! How did these knights spot me?"

  "Old Six, run faster! If you don't pick up the pace, we’ll both be dead!"

  What Bobo didn’t know was that the experienced and battle-hardened Hawk had noticed something unusual about these murlocs from the very beginning.

  The reason he had charged out was to find out what was causing this situation.

  If things turned unfavorable, he would simply retreat.

  If he found the reason, he could deal with it accly.

  The moment Hawk discovered Bobo, greed arose in his heart.

  Both personally and professionally, eliminating this odd murlod the s crocodile became his top priority.

  So he uatingly used a treasured three-ring spell scroll of "Water Walking," cirg around.

  He used the mist to ceal his tracks, delivering a vicious backstab to Bobo from behind!

  Upon hearing Bobo speak the on nguage, Hawk was certain that this was definitely a mutated magical creature.

  Hawk recalled the st time he sold a mutated half-elf to the Pfizer Mert Guild, earning him 5000 gold s, and his heart burned with excitement.

  Boom!

  A heavy thud echoed.

  The galloping s lizard let out a miserable cry. Bobo instinctively looked bad saw a dark red short spear embedded in Old Six’s back.

  Blood was tinuously flowing from the blood grooves carved into the short spear.

  Bobo's heart tightened as he saw Old Six's speed gradually slow down. He raised his steel trident high a out a sharp cry.

  An invisible wave nded on Old Six.

  His already massive body suddenly swelled even rger, and his running speed picked up again!

  This sight brought joy to Hawk, who had just fihrowing the short spear.

  "A half-elf with no apparent bloodline, only patible with power, sold for 5000 gold s."

  "This mutated murloc that cast spells must be worth even more!"

  The chase tinued as both sides gradually moved away from the battlefield and plunged into the depths of the Misty S.

  Bobo nervously g the fast-approag cavalry behind him, his heart pounding wildly. He gritted his teeth and suddenly puffed up his rge mouth, letting out a roar:

  "Hoo!!!"

  A pressure simir ton’s Might suddenly spread out.

  As a high-ranking knight, Hawk wasn’t affected much.

  The knights behind him, with their strong wills, also just felt a little unfortable but mao bear it.

  However, their mounts seemed to have entered something terrifying, neighing incessantly and panig, causing their speed to slow down immediately.

  Only Hawk’s mount mao withstand the eerie pressure, holding firm.

  Seeing Old Six losing too much blood and slowing down, Bobo grew increasingly anxious.

  Just as Hawk charged in, ready to swing his sword down, Bobo suddenly let out a shout and jumped off Old Six.

  With incredible speed, he dove headfirst into the muddy water, furiously kig his legs as he tried to burrow deep into the rge mud pit.

  The exhausted Old Six let out a wailing cry, ign the wounds carved into his back by the sword, and with a roar, he raised his tail high and fiercely swung it at Hawk.

  Hawk sneered, his longswlowing with icy light, and sshed at the ining tail.

  Crack!

  Blood sprayed everywhere, mixed with icy crystals emitting cold air.

  Severely injured, Old Six’s thick tail was almost cut off.

  He howled as he colpsed to the ground, no longer able to stae his struggles.

  As Bobo was about to disappear from view, Hawk uatingly pulled out a scroll from his chest, ripped it open, and threw it over.

  An invisible ressed down on Bobo instantly.

  His kig legs froze, his entire body uo move, as if bound by a hold spell.

  Sed-circle spell—Hold Monster!

  Satisfied with his success, Hawk jumped off his warhorse aly patted its neck, earning a proud neigh in response.

  Gng at the struggling Old Six in the mud pit, Hawk bent down and casually picked up Bobo, a brilliant smile appearing on his lips:

  "What a peculiar little beast!"

  After a while, Bained trol of his body and frantically kicked his legs, screaming desperately:

  "Spare me!"

  Just as Hawk was about to tie Bobo up.

  A fierce roar suddenly came from the side.

  The gravely injured Old Six suddenly opened his mouth wide and viciously bit down.

  The move was so sudden, his mouth full of sharp teeth appeared incredibly menag!

  At the same time, the pleading Bobo stabbed his steel trident at Hawk's abdomen, lightning-fast.

  The two who had parted ways a moment ago had pleted another perfectly synized attack!

  Unfortunately for them, they were fag an old, seasoned fighter!

  Fully prepared, Hawk swung Bobo against his knee, making him dizzy and causing him to drop the trident.

  With agile movement, Hawk leaped out of the mud pit, using the st bit of his Water Walking time.

  While in mid-air, he pulled a spear from his bad threw it hard at Old Six, who had missed his bite.

  Crack!

  The sharp spear pierced directly through Old Six’s body.

  The clever and ing s monster crashed heavily into the mud pit, weakly spraying blood, clearly on the brink of death.

  Lightly nding on the ground, Hawk took a step and sank into the soft mud up to his legs.

  Amused yet frustrated, Hawk was just about tle to his feet when a sudden and intense sense of danger flooded his mind. He instinctively rolled on the ground, trying to avoid the potential attack.

  However, the soft mud slowed his movements, and he couldn’t escape the gray light pilr desding from the sky.

  His sciousness froze in an instant!

  All his thoughts and iions were immediately "frozen"!

  Lost in the gap of time.

  Shaking his head as he regained his senses, Bobo rushed toward his gravely injured brother Old Six, shouting:

  "Old Six, how are you? You ’t die!"

  Before he could finish speaking, a silver figure nded, pg a Old Six, who ying dead on the ground.

  It turs head, gazing at the stunned Bobo with its bright blue eyes.

  A dumbfounded Bobo colpsed to his knees with a thud, muttering desperately:

  "Boss, spare me!"

  FAL