Chapter Seven Hundred and Fortieth Memilla's Daily Battle

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In the courtyard, three low-level attendant-level gray dwarves surrounded Memilla in a zigzag shape in the center. They were holding daggers. They clearly had the advantage in numbers, but they kept shivering. Bright red blood was flowing on the ground. Yes, there is also Memira's.

"Clang! Boom!" The sound of metal collision and symphony sounded frequently.

"Pay attention to the hem, don't be found by the enemy."

"Lift your feet! Lift your feet! Didn't you realize that the demi-human attack is not on your thighs, but on your calves and feet."

"Flick right! What did you do!"

"Don't worry about the wound on your left shoulder, if you don't settle the battle quickly, your lung lobe will be pierced!"

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This is the scene when Locke is training Memilla to fight.

Locke, who has always pursued practical combat, also focuses on practical combat in teaching his apprentices.

A small battle for three days and a big battle for five days. Lok Shura bought a lot of demi-human slaves. He didn't want these low-level demi-humans to waste his food in vain, so he created this for Memilla. A fight to the death.

In the battle, unless Memilla is lethal, Locke will never shoot.

In just two months, Memilla's bones have been broken, and her lungs and chest have been pierced many times. If it wasn't for a ready-made second-level magician living at home, and Locke's gentle fighting spirit supporting her recovery. , Memilla had already fallen in battle.

The thick full-body steel armor on his body was almost scrapped, and there were obvious scars everywhere, including piercing marks, slashing marks, and more tearing scars.

Although demihumans also use weapons, their most powerful means are actually their claws.

A demi-human at the low-level attendant level can tear steel plates with full strength.

Memilla wants to defend against this level of attack, her armor is not enough, she must also be supplemented with eagle fighting spirit.

A bloodstain appeared on Memilla's pretty face, which was the scar the gray dwarf on his left left her with his claws just now.

The blood with a strong fishy smell slipped from the pretty face, and finally slipped down the corner of Memila's mouth, and a faint numbness appeared in Memila's sensory system.

This is the dark attribute attack method understood by some low-level attendant-level gray dwarves. It can attach dark energy with a certain concentration of elements to its claws, causing damage to the opponent, but also causing slight paralysis to the enemy.

"No, we must fight quickly!" Under the armor, Memilla's eyes gradually became solemn.

If she drags on like this, even if she can kill the three powerful enemies in front of her, she will fall into a coma or even a dying state due to the multiple heavy wounds on her body and the corrosive effect of dark energy.

This is not the ending that her master, Locke, who has been supervising the battle, would like to see it.

Memilla didn't want to disappoint her master.

Holding the long sword in his hand tighter and tighter, a ray of eagle fighting qi was transferred to Memilla's left arm, not only to relieve the pain in the shoulder, but also to increase his strength. Memilla is left-handed.

Although the long sword wielded in his hand has become worn out after countless battles, and many small cracks have even formed on the sword, it is undeniable that this long sword is still sharp and still has the ability to slit the enemy's neck.

"Drink!" Under the armor, Memilla let out a coquettish shout. While mobilizing the eagle's fighting spirit, she rushed towards the gray dwarf on her right side with lightning speed.

The most basic and most significant feature of wind attribute vindictiveness is speed.

It seemed that Memilla had already grasped the profound meaning of the battle of the wind attribute knights.

The gray dwarf on the right was the most seriously injured of the three gray dwarves surrounding her. Almost the entire right arm was removed by Memilla. The rusty dagger, in fear, managed to resist Memilla's attack.

After half an hour, the battle finally ended.

After breaking the carotid artery of the last and strongest gray dwarf, Memilla collapsed on the ground before she could examine her victory.

At the moment before she fell into a coma, Memilla felt a touch of melancholy in her heart, did she disappoint her master again?

Looking at the tragic ending of the battle in the courtyard, Locke sighed, jumped to the center of the battlefield, picked up Memilla first, and sent it to the stone chair on the side, where he fed a blue potion full of vitality and vitality. , Memilla's wounds, under the action of the medicine, slowly heal

Repeat.

Adhering to Memira's chest, the gentle wind attribute vindictive qi was transported by Locke through Memila's heart vein. It was also wind attribute energy, and the strength of the vindictive aura of Locke's knights was dozens of stronger than that of Memilla. grade.

Locke's vindictive energy was transported into Memila's body and flowed throughout her meridians, which not only accelerated Memila's body's absorption of the medicine, but also took the opportunity to widen Memila's meridians, benefiting her immensely.

Don't look at Locke's very cold-blooded battle with Memilla against low-level demihumans every day, in fact, he still cares about his big apprentice.

Memira, who was in a coma, felt that her body was gradually getting warmer. She had just passed through the hell-like battle, and now it seemed that she had come to heaven again.

The petite panting from the girl made Locke's face red. This guy is sixty years old this year, and he still hasn't changed his nature. Fortunately, he hasn't been ashamed to himself.

The extent of the apprentice's attack, but in the dead of night, Locke couldn't help but miss the women he stayed in the three western islands.

Memilla's body was undergoing benign repair. After putting her on the stone chair to rest, Locke began to clean up the mess in the courtyard.

Ashar has no cleanliness, but she is also a female magician, and she cannot tolerate the smell of blood in her residence all the year round, not to mention that sometimes she can see some internal organs and organs left in the garden.

After being reprimanded a few times, Locke took up the job of cleaning the house.

Memilla was too tired after the battle, and she was also in charge of breakfast, lunch and dinner for three people, so Locke couldn't trouble others about cleaning.

Dignified, a second-level land knight, still has to sweep the floor. If it is sent back to the Prince's Mansion in the three western islands, the servants will have to break their glasses.

"Huh? This guy isn't dead yet?!" Locke looked at the low-level gray dwarf lying on the ground, whose carotid artery was cut off by Memilla, and said in surprise.

Half of the rich blood plasma on the ground was contributed by this gray dwarf, and it didn't die. I'm afraid it couldn't be attributed to the gray dwarf's rough skin and thick flesh.

"It also seems to be the little guy who understands dark energy. Let's just save its life. There is a lack of floor sweeping at home." Looking at the gray dwarf slave with only one breath left, Locke murmured.

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