Who put Fatty Blue in my pocket?

"What the hell is this place!"

Wen Fan was covered in blood, wearing tattered Mark armor and hiding in the corner of a residential building, not far from him, three magical beasts several meters tall were eating the human corpses on the ground.

One of the corpses he still knew, it was the yellow-robed mage who gave Wu Lin and himself a boxed lunch at that time, although he didn't know what his name was, Wen Fan still had some impressions.

I wiped the blood that had slipped down my face armor to my eyes to prevent it from clotting and obscuring my vision, and smeared the still warm blood on the white wall next to it to prevent it from dripping to the ground and making a sound.

The blood was not his, it came from a bald old man carrying behind him. It was Zuo Huaibi.

Zuo Huaibi looked much more miserable, his originally shiny bald head had been dyed red, like a blood-stained braised egg. The red robe on his body was already showing signs of blackening because it was soaked in blood.

There was no sign of being alive in the whole person, if it weren't for Wen Fan wearing a combat power detector and seeing that Zuo Huaibi still had a few combat strengths, he would regret saving a corpse.

Yes, Wen Fan saved Zuo Huaibi.

When Wen Fan's consciousness was blanked by the low roar of the disaster beast, he took advantage of the situation to enter Space 101, and saw all the details of Zuo Huaibi's imminent fall from the slow motion played through the external window of the space.

At that time, I couldn't think of a better way, so I could only return to the real world as quickly as possible, come to the edge of the outer wall of the stadium, insert the golden hoop stick into the wall and fix it on the wall, and the golden hoop stick was quickly extended in the direction of Zuo Huaibi, dozens of times faster than the flight speed.

At the moment before Zuo Huaibi was about to be smashed by the disaster beast, he caught Zuo Huaibi, and by the way, he contracted the golden hoop rod and tore open the scroll of "stress transmission".

The disaster beast slapped Wen Fan hard, and the mark armor on his body was instantly shattered in half, and the moment the shock was transmitted to his body, the effect of the "stress teleportation" scroll began to work, and Wen Fan took Zuo Huaibi and teleported away in an instant. Only then did he dodge the fatal blow of the calamity beast.

Although the blow was dodged in the end, Zuo Huaibi, who was seriously injured because of the low roar of the demonic beast, still fell into a near-death state.

Moreover, where Wen Fan is located, there is a scene of demonic beasts gnawing on human corpses.

Wen Fan wanted to stabilize Zuo Huaibi's injuries first, but the three demonic beasts that were close at hand made him unable to calm down and treat.

He had too little experience in fighting Warcraft, and he didn't know the characteristics of these three Warcrafts at all, and he didn't dare to do it easily, but he was relieved that the values displayed on the combat power detector were still within a reasonable range.

Mantis

form Warcraft, combat power: 235

Tree otter form Warcraft, combat power: 278

I can't understand what form of Warcraft: Combat power: 299

is higher than ordinary green-robed mages, and much lower than blue-robed mages.

According to hearsay experience, these three should be beast-level magical beasts.

The durability of the armor on the body is only in the single digits, the torso has basically been scrapped, the iron sheets of the limbs can only play a slight protective role, and only the head armor of the head is still well preserved.

Wen Fan thought about it again and again, but decided to solve these three demonic beasts first and then stabilize Zuo Huaibi's injuries.

Zuo Huaibi, who was barely breathing, gently put it down, leaned against the corner, took off the Mark armor again, and put it lightly in his pocket.

He took out the American shield and the golden rod from his pocket. Just in case, he smeared the remaining half bottle of iron bone lotion all over his body, pinched himself hard, and felt no pain at all, so he was relieved.

At this time, Wen Fan was coated with iron bone lotion, wearing easy gloves on both hands, holding the shield of the American team in his left hand, holding a golden hoop stick in his right hand, wearing a combat power detector on his face, and a bamboo dragonfly on his head.

Excluding the Mark armor, Wen Fan's most complete combat suit can be regarded as at this time.

Take a deep breath and prepare to give the three monsters a surprise blow.

Taking a step, Wen Fan only felt a tug under his feet. The half-dead Zuo Huaibi involuntarily straightened his legs because of his posture, which happened to trip Wen Fan's feet.

"I... !"

Then the whole person fell straight to the ground with his face on the ground, fortunately, with the double superposition of the shield of the American team and the defense of the iron bone lotion, Wen Fan was not injured at all, but let out a muffled sound.

Hurriedly stood up, Wen Fan and the three demonic beasts looked at each other.

"Passing by~Passing by~A few of you continue~"

Wen Fan laughed dryly twice and stepped back.

"Huhuhu!

!" "Titicaca!

!" "Huh!"

The three demonic beasts didn't joke with Wen Fan, and when they saw that there was a fresh life, they immediately abandoned the corpse that had been eaten most of it, and rushed towards Wen Fan in unison.

"Damn!" Wen Fan scolded secretly, but he couldn't blame others, he could only blame himself for being unlucky.

Behind him is a wall, there is no way back, and on the ground next to him is Zuo Huaibi, on the verge of death.

The three demonic beasts attacked in three directions, and Wen Fan had no choice but to hold the golden hoop stick and the shield of the American team, and rushed towards the three demonic beasts.

"! Lao Tzu has even killed the blue robe, and I'm afraid that you three brutes won't make it!" Wen Fan's legs bent slightly one after the other, and when he flicked the golden hoop stick, the golden hoop stick immediately stretched two or three times. swept towards the head of the nearest demonic beast: "Eat grandpa's stick!"

only to hear the sound of "Peng!", and the demonic beast in the form of an otter that took the lead disappeared in an instant. Dark red blood gushed out from the broken neck, but the body still rushed towards Wen Fan by inertia, but after a breath, the corpse of the demonic beast fell to the ground.

"What the hell am I like to be so brittle?" Wen Fan was extremely surprised. He didn't feel any resistance to the stick just now. It was as if he had accumulated strength for a long time, but as a result, a stick was put on the air, which made Wen Fan feel a sense of discomfort in his heart.

Not only Wen Fan was stunned, but the other two demonic beasts were also stunned, the demonic beasts had no sense of fear, but when they reached the level of the wild beast, they already had basic wisdom, and they couldn't figure out what the human in front of them had done, resulting in the good brother who was enjoying the food together just now was gone.

Without hesitating for too long, the mantis form of the demonic beast "Titicaca" screamed a few times and rushed towards Wen Fan again.

Wen Fan recovered from a slightly stunned state, excitedly lifted the golden hoop stick, and pulled another stick towards the demonic beast in the form of a praying mantis.

Similarly, I didn't feel the shock from the golden hoop stick, and the monster in the form of a praying mantis was also shot in the head like a balloon.

The last demonic beast that was so ugly that he couldn't see his form, Wen Fan, pulled it with a backhand, but was flashed by the demonic beast with his head down.

"Huh?" Wen Fan was a little surprised that in the end, this demonic beast's learning ability actually learned to dodge.

The ugly monster tilted its head and had a snort in its mouth, as if it was surprised that it had dodged the fatal blow.

Then the ugly demonic beast rushed towards Wen Fan in a strange posture with its head down.

The distance was too close, Wen Fan couldn't dodge, so he had to raise the shield of the American team to resist.

"duang~", there was a loud bang on the shield of the American team, but there was not much shock.

Wen Fan hurriedly retreated, these magical beasts looked brittle, but they were said to explode, although they had never seen it, but Wen Fan didn't want to feel the consequences of the explosion up close.

However, Wen Fan had just taken two steps back and realized that something was wrong.

The ugly monster fell to the ground motionless, and the top of its head was flattened when it hit the shield of the American team, and a large amount of blood spurted out of its eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, and its death was extremely miserable.

"Bump... Crashed to death?" Wen Fan was dumbfounded.