"Swishy.⊥," the bushes made a rustling sound. The messenger of the Duke of Bavaria panted and pushed away the weeds. He walked in the dark forest, and the howling of wild wolves came from time to time, which made him stop involuntarily.

"Damn it, where are they? I don't want to be a dinner for the wolf pack." The messenger stretched out his finger and scratched the cross, complaining and stomping his feet.

"Crack." Just as the messenger of the Duke of Bavaria complained, the sound of stepping on the dead branches came from the other side. The messenger quickly turned his face to the direction of the sound. Any movement in this dark and dark environment would be infinitely amplified.

"Oh, damn it, it's not a wolf." The messenger put his hand on the short sword around his waist. For the sake of confidentiality, he didn't even bring his own followers. If the wolf pack is regarded as a solitary prey at night, the chance of survival is very small.

"Huhuhu." But the worst thing happened. The messenger saw a pair of green eyes and a series of low roars from the grass. When the messenger turned around and wanted to escape in the other direction, he found that his retreat had been cut off. It was obvious that when he stepped into the depths of the forest, he had been locked by this wild wolf search team.

"Don't come here, I will kill you." The messenger pulled out the short sword at his waist without hesitation. The short sword's body was shining with cold light under the moonlight, but the wild wolf with fangs also grinned and walked out of the darkness. They looked around the prey, looking for his weakness.

"Roar!" The strongest wild wolf in the head slowly approached the messenger. It roared threateningly, and its greedy eyes stared at the messenger's throat.

"Oh, God, save me." The messenger wanted to retreat and run away. He knew that if he turned around and ran away, he would die faster. Of course, he was really regretful in his heart. He shouldn't have entered this strange forest alone.

"Roar~." Finally, when the wolf was sure that the messenger had no room for resistance, it bent down slightly and then jumped towards the messenger's throat. Its bright white fangs were wide open, and the messenger could see his scarlet tongue. He smelled the smell of heat coming towards him.

"Ah!" The messenger had almost no room for resistance. He closed his eyes and waved the dagger in his hand randomly. This was just his last struggle in despair.

"Clang, scanda, puff~." Just as the messenger closed his eyes, a majestic figure rushed out of the forest, followed by a cold light slashing at the head wolf. The sound of metal chopping meat and the wailing of the wild wolf being injured were heard.

"Ph, ph. What is this?" The messenger felt a steaming and fishy liquid pouring on him. He opened his eyes and saw a knight wearing a chain mail and a cloak blocking in front of him. The knight was waving the sword in his hand and slashing at the head wolf. The messenger was covered with the blood of the wild wolf.

"Oh woo ~." The injured wolf wailed and was nailed to the ground by the knight with a sword. The other wild wolves grinned and surrounded from several directions, but were shocked by the knight's awesome murderous aura and dared not step over the thunder.

"Silly beast." The sound of muffled sound from the helmet came. When the moonlight shone on the knight, it showed his skull helmet in front of the messenger.

"Death Knight Balk. That's great." The messenger said happily. If Balk hadn't arrived in time, he would have become the food in the mouth of the wild wolf.

"Hmph." Death Knight Balk held the hilt of the sword that nailed the head wolf. His eyes glanced at the wild wolves around him. The wild wolves keenly sensed the danger of the enemy in front of them. As wild beasts living in nature, they quickly estimated their strength, but found that they were no match at all, so they wisely chose to abandon the head wolf and flee in all directions.

"Oh woo~." The wolf, who was nailed to the ground, sobbed and looked at his companions who were scattered. It might understand the wise choices of its companions for the purpose of continuing the race, but the sadness was hard to express.

"You are late." Balk let go of the hilt of his sword and turned to the messenger of the Duke of Bavaria.

"It's too dark, I can't find the way. Have you brought it?" the messenger explained to Barke.

"Well, I'll give it to you. Just put it in the water they drink." Barke took out a bag and handed it to the messenger. The messenger took the bag and untied the rope, and took out a small bottle from it. He shook the small bottle and made a sound of liquid collision.

"That's great, aren't you leaving yet?" The messenger looked at Balk who was walking to the head wolf curiously. Balk bent down and stretched out his hand to stroke the head wolf. The sword pierced the wild wolf's abdomen, but the beast's strong vitality made it not smoke yet.

"I just discovered that this is a female wolf. Wait for me for a while. I need to enjoy my prey. After that, I will tell you the specific location of the ambush." ​​Balk's skull helmet showed yellow teeth. He suddenly grabbed the tail of the wolf and said excitedly.

"Oh, you don't want it, God." The messenger said in surprise, and recalled the rumors about the Death Knight Balk in the rumor. Could it be that all things are true? If the church knew about it, they would probably be burned to death.

"Shh, don't say it out." Balk stretched out his fingers and placed them beside his mouth. His eyes were coldly staring at the messenger's neck. At this time, the messenger felt that the messenger had just been staring at the neck by the wolf.

"Haha, how could it be? Use me to wait there for you, gul." The messenger swallowed his saliva, and he hurriedly made an excuse to walk to the other side. When he walked towards it, he heard Barke's excited roar and the miserable roar of the wolf. The series of wounded roars almost changed.

"Gugu." In this dark forest, only the owl stared at the terrible scene with wide eyes, staring at all the incredible sins in the world like a judge.

"Is he a demon?" The waiter shivered with his arms. There are many legends about the Death Knight Balk, but there are the most things associated with the demon. If it weren't for the protection of the Duke of Bavaria, I really don't know what would happen.

"Ah, it's so comfortable, come here." After a while, Balk summoned the messenger and said.
Chapter completed!