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"Are you a werewolf?" Belorel stared at Fiona's side face. This rustic face that was completely in line with human characteristics covered with a layer of fog.

The air was filled with the smell of doubt.

"We all know..." Tarenner sighed, "Silver Dawn will accept anyone with a kind heart."

The complex emotions that arose in Bellorir's heart came up, his hands tightly against the dagger's handle, his eyes always looking at Fiona.

Under her human skin is a face that looks like a monster.

"Do you want this kid to see who you really are?" said the undead in the shadow. It made Tarenna and Gidervin restless, and their weapons and armor jingle. The dwarfs have recovered their vision.

"No one wants to see who I am, dead. You will pay for your arrogance." Fiona gave Tarena a look and signaled his position. The Blood Elf Paladin understood it and stabbed in one direction as fast as he could.

He pounced on another empty space, but the undead had already appeared from the shadow.

"Your nose is very flexible!" Lilian snorted coldly. She knew that no matter how she hides her body, her scent would still reveal her position.

"What if that's the case?" She threw a bottle of potion into the ground. In an instant, a pungent smell of herbs came to her face. Fiona had no time to respond.

"You can't imagine disappearing from my eyes." Jidwin rushed up again.

Bellorell looked at the undead and turned the dagger around without fear, as if he was saying: The dagger is just one of her many weapons, far less than her sharpest weapon.

The next thing developed beyond everyone's imagination. Jidwin was a paladin who was proficient in close combat, but Lilian had seen the hidden rules in his moves. The female undead was constantly adapting to the battle situation and grasping every flaw at hand, while the dwarf gradually felt overwhelmed and had more wounds on his body.

During the confrontation, there was a murmur of weapons collision. Each note made Jidwin's armor crack a larger hole. Finally, Lilian's dagger stabbed out accurately and penetrated into the dwarf's right shoulder.

Jidwin made a choking sound, feeling his lungs filled with blood. The Paladin endured the pain and kicked the female undead. Although he was blocked by the other party with his hands, he forced Lilian to pull out the dagger and retreat, but the dagger left the flesh and blood and brought a pleasant squeezing sound.

The golden light gathered in Jidwin's hands. The dwarf wanted to heal himself, but the feeling of powerlessness in his arms made the response of the Holy Light weaken.

"Stop wasting your energy. There are runes on my dagger that specifically deals with the holy light. The power you believe in can't help you now."

"Hmph! But I'm not alone either."

In the next few seconds, Lilian immediately understood what the dwarf said, but she knew she had no time to react.

The scorching impact almost made her fall forward. When the blood elf's sword fell, she disappeared from her vision like a smoke.

Jidwin covered his arms, and blood poured out from his fingers, but he did not fall down. The dwarf's heart tightened and sweat dripped between his ribs.

"She should be killed by one blow."

Killed with one blow. This idea also appeared in Tarenna's mind, but he had another idea: her speed was too fast. The blood elf looked around.

"She shouldn't have been alive," the dwarf said again.

Lilian answered Gidwin with a dagger.

The female undead appeared again without making any sound. Her dagger cuts the air, and then the dagger leaves a bloody track wherever it passes. The dark red flowers slowly bloom in the air.

Under the inertia of the momentum, she passed by the two paladins...

"You are the ones who shouldn't be alive." She told them bluntly. She was about to appreciate her work. Her face had begun to smile, but her smile suddenly became cold.

The two people actually disappeared, and then the armor on their left arm was quickly cut open by something. Lilian responded quickly. When the opponent's next attack, a few drops of blood splashed on her face.

Fiona took a step or two, and the roar of a beast burst out from her throat. Gidervin and Tarenna were behind her, but they had lost their combat power and knelt on the ground and gasped.

"Ah!" Lilian gained a foothold from the emergency just now and began to appreciate the more interesting prey in front of her. "I heard that humans who become werewolf will lose their minds, but you still seem to be conscious."

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Belorel could not believe her eyes. Fiona's appearance...her eyes, her face, her posture, and her hands that had sharp claws, and her fingertips were covered with thousands of scars.

Is this still the friendly human he knew? She has completely turned into a beast.

"You...really..."

Fiona glanced at Belorel with wild anger, "Take care for them, Alave." Her voice became low, but she kept her sane as Lilian said. Belorel suddenly realized that the werewolf's appearance was still Fiona, the one who was willing to help him, just like Crassus, who had met once.

The battle was re-entered, or to be precise, Fiona began the battle. She was like a black afterimage with cold light, and her skills and anger were injected into her hands with the same strength. She didn't need weapons, she was a weapon herself.

"With rationality or not, the werewolf was brought to this world to deal with evil monsters like you."

"You call me a monster!"

Lilian was stalemate with Fiona without any timidity. Compared with the werewolf's fire, she seemed cold and calm. With the storm of the werewolf, she had participated in the attack on the Shadow Tooth Fortress and knew how to deal with the werewolf. After several battles, she went to the bones three times, allowing Fiona to sprinkle blood on this decaying land.

Belloriel sweated for Fiona.

The werewolf touched her face along the wound, but the wound would not leave a permanent scar, but it completely angered her. The air conditioning made her breathing lighter, and her nose was twitching angrily while she spoke.

"It's perfect. Soon you will join the ranks of the dead, the monster you call."

"Enough!" Bellorel interrupted her sternly. Lilian's eyes were fixed on the only person on the field who was not injured. As an assassin, a person wandering in the shadows, her instinctive reaction was to focus all her attention on the most dangerous and difficult targets. So when she saw Bellorel's appearance clearly, she was quite surprised.

"Don't hurt them anymore," said the elf boy.
Chapter completed!