Chapter 184 The Continuation of Hatred

Ocas's eyes ignited with deep hatred, as if he had returned to that desperate day.

"What does that have to do with us?" Wu Die gritted his teeth, "We pink cat demi-humans have never invaded other people's homes."

"Haha, all demi-humans are the same to us humans, just the evil products of humans and animals." Ocas raised his long knife, fighting spirit surged, "There is nothing to say, come on!"

"That's right. According to the contract, I will kill the hunter. Besides, I am very unhappy now and need to vent."

The tall woman, wrapped in a purple robe, walked out of the jump door with enchanting steps. With a wave of her hand, the magic jump door closed.

"Miss Ghost, I'm sorry to bother you. Thanks to you, we were able to find the hunter." Wudie was very relieved, "The commission is well spent."

Although I can't kill Simon, the demand side, I can still help the race by killing the hunter, the supply side.

"You are welcome."

A pair of black fox ears swayed slightly, and the charming long snow-white legs stretched out from the robe, exposing the big furry tail. Just by standing there, a woman exudes a charm that makes it difficult to look away.

"Black Fox demi-human...no wonder he knows magic."

Ocas couldn't see his face, so little Ocas reacted uncontrollably. He licked the blade of the long knife, and the malice in his eyes was undisguised: "Damn it, I'm actually interested in demi-humans, you What did you do to me?"

The black fox demi-human known as the ghost waved the fan in his hand and said in a numb tone: "Racial talent."

"This smell is so familiar. Haha, you must be the businessman selling magic materials. A demi-human actually sneaked into a human gathering. What does Simon do for food?"

"Just pay. If you have enough gold coins, you can still enter even the royal ballroom."

"How are you going to fight me, take off your clothes, stick it up, and then use your proud figure to drain me dry? You bitch." Orcas laughed, "I captured a bunch of fox people. Send them to the Colosseum and let them be tortured and killed, and soon you will be next.”

"You'll stop laughing soon."

The ghost turned his fan and turned it into a long evil shining artifact. He waved a ball of blue fox fire with his left hand.

"Nah... the Chosen One? Or the Demonic Warrior."

Ocas was stunned and sweatdropped instantly. He thought it was an ordinary mage at first.

The magic warrior is a profession. Anyone who uses magic and melee weapons at the same time can be called a magic warrior. Similar to the melee mage, but more focused on warriors.

Both sides are murderous and the battle is about to break out.

"kill!"

Wu Die turned his wrist and pulled out the dagger, and his figure disappeared strangely. In fact, he turned into a shadow, and under the cover of the night, he instantly appeared in front of the slave catching team members. There was a flash of black light, and the dagger came from bottom to top and pierced into the unprepared neck of the slave catcher.

"Pfft~"

Blood splashed out like a fountain.

As if a signal, everyone moved, and a melee broke out between the two sides.

"Kill them all! Level 3 Dou Qi, Breathless Slash!"

Orcas roared, and the village of his childhood seemed to reappear in front of him. Layers of pigmen rushed into the village, cutting off the legs of people when they saw them, and then eating them alive. He laughed wildly: "This time, I won't run away."

"I will have no mercy on you."

The ghost waved his left hand: "Third-level magic, wind wall."

"Buzz~"

Hearing a loud roar, the calm forest suddenly blew out a whirlwind that was so fast that it almost tore apart the sight. A wall of wind formed by countless wind blades strangled and rotated suddenly took shape.

The fallen leaves caught in it cracked and turned into powder.

Breathless Slash and Wind Wall collided hard, making a violent explosion sound, and the abilities of both sides were torn and collided with each other.

Ocas's heart suddenly beat wildly, his head turned quickly, and a ray of silver light flew past his cheek, leaving a trace of blood on his face.

"So strong, worthy of being the chosen one."

With the impact of the collision, Ocas retreated violently, and the long knife in his hand had broken into pieces.

"Where are you? Poor little thing." The fox fire in the ghost's left hand flashed, "Magic, invisibility."

Looking at the enemies disappearing out of thin air, Ocas's face turned pale, and sweat streaked across his forehead: "What kind of strategy is this? Damn it, the Chosen One has too many tricks."

His heart was beating wildly. Ocas's years of hunting experience made the hairs on his body stand up, and he immediately chose to throw himself forward to the right.

The next moment, a sudden black sword light struck out of thin air.

"Pfft~"

Ocaston felt like the world was spinning, like a bag of flour that fell to the ground in a helter-skelter manner. Just as he was about to stand up, a strange sense of imbalance caused him to fall down inexplicably.

"My hand!"

Ocas looked again and saw that his left hand had been severed, and blood spurted out freely. He quickly wrapped it twice with clothes and rolled to avoid the second knife.

Looking up again, the fox man was invisible again.

"Damn it, come out here, bitch, and fight me head-on!"

Ocas roared madly. He saw his team members and could no longer hold on.

The confrontation between the slave-catching team members and the demi-human warriors also became intense. The number of people was already at a disadvantage. The demihumans were still wearing leather armor, and their weapons were standard swords and spears, so they had all the advantages.

Ocas saw with his own eyes that his trusted team members were stabbed in the chest by three or four spears and fell to the ground. With wide eyes facing him, he mumbled as if he had something to say, but was immediately stabbed twice by the violent subhuman soldiers, and his last spirit quickly dissipated.

What made him even more upset was that the enemy also had a chosen one. Although Wudie was not strong in frontal combat, she could still easily crush ordinary people without much armor.

After just a moment of confrontation, some people in the slave-catching team fled and surrendered.

Ocas desperately waved his long sword, trying to force the fox subhuman out: "Get out! Get out!"

"Are you afraid too?"

Along with the sword energy, the ghost suddenly appeared, and Ocas's legs separated in an instant.

"We are all level three, but I am like an ant, being manipulated at will. This world is too unfair. I have been training so hard." Ocas smiled bitterly and propped himself up with the broken sword. "Haha, I failed today, but someone will inherit our will."

"We have the same."

The ghost did not attack him easily, but took elegant steps and emerged from the invisible state: "The struggle between races is a life-and-death struggle. Don't look bitter and vengeful, and face death calmly."

"Level 3 magic skill, ink and water curse!"

The violent black and white sword energy turned into strange runes like tadpoles, which were cut out layer by layer, and the ferocious fox fire followed closely, like a huge torrent, instantly drowning the struggling Ocas.