Although Devin has chased after him, the townspeople are looking at me and looking at you, hesitating whether to chase after you.

In the simple concept of the townspeople, these elemental warriors are powerful and mysterious. They are afraid because they don’t understand it.

Fear suppressed the passion and anger in their hearts and bound their steps.

But there was one person in the crowd without hesitation. It was Devin's age-lost friend, Uncle Nolan, who shouted: "Everyone rushed forward to help, don't let Devin be bullied by a foreigner!"

While shouting, he picked up a thick wooden stick from the corner of the street, shook it away and chased after it.

His actions immediately aroused the people of the town to unite against the enemy. Yes, so many of them are still afraid of a samurai warrior?

Isn't that guy injured?

The strong men chased after him and followed Nolan.

On the street, the mute servant ran in the front, and more than fifty meters behind, and there was German holding an axe.

Others are tall and strong, and they take big steps at this time, and their speed is a little faster than that of a mute servant.

The distance between the two is getting closer.

Behind were a group of big men in the town. They did not have the power of the Frost Warriors or Devin's natural divine power, and they were getting farther and farther away from the two people in front.

However, there are other people in the town.

Many people didn't even know the reason, but only saw someone running, someone shouting, and someone running, so they followed the crowd and chased after him.

In the end, almost half of the men in the town chased behind the mute servant.

In this case, the mute servant dared not stop and fight against the boy. He ran away desperately, even a little panicked.

The tiger's mouth where he was holding the dagger was shattered, his hands were covered in blood, his whole right arm was numb, soft and sour, and he couldn't exert his energy for the moment.

The injured arm affected his body balance, making his running slower, and gradually he was about to be caught up by the boy.

The distance between Devin and the mute servant was less than twenty meters, and he ran more and more vigorously.

His heart beats again and again, not fast, but every time he relaxes and contracts, it reaches its peak, driving the blood in his body to rush rapidly, providing the body with extremely powerful motivation.

In his body, the anger that had been reduced by chopping the firewood for a night sprouted out again, and it was much more violent than last night.

He felt that the fire in his body was like a living creature, gushing and thriving, looking for breakthroughs everywhere, just like a ignited powder barrel in his body, which had to burst out.

The speed under his feet was getting faster and faster, and the distance between him and the mute servant in front was rapidly shortening.

Ten meters...5 meters...one meter.

That's now!

He suddenly took a big step forward, raised the axe in his hand, and slashed hard at the opponent's back.

With this action, Dewen felt that the blood in his body had vented, and all rushed to the axe in his hand.

He is a woodcutter, and has cut firewood for ten years. He can only chop with an axe!

But this move was made by chopping firewood and big trees hundreds of thousands of times.

In Devin's eyes, the other party's body seemed to be a piece of firewood. He was not chopping people, but cutting wood, cutting a piece of firewood called Frost Warrior.

Before the axe reached the mute servant's back, mute servant felt the huge wind pressure coming from his back, almost making him unable to straighten his waist.

His heart was shattered. The axe definitely contained terrifying force. If it was chopped onto his back, there would be no life.

At the critical moment, he turned around and waved the dagger in his hand. A white light flashed again on the dagger, using his old strength to face the other party's axe.

The opponent's axe was too fast, and he had no room for dodging or counterattack except parrying.

The opponent he met this time had no martial arts at all, but it was born with divine power and occupied the power of the townspeople, forcing him, the dignified elemental warrior to escape in a dilemma.

If this matter is spread, it will be laughed at by someone. However, the mute servant will not have any time to think about what is missing, and his life is at stake.

With a 'ding' sound, the dagger knocked on the axe and sparks shot out.

The mute servant felt a huge force coming, and he couldn't resist it. He also pressed his left hand, pushed the dagger, used his strength to finally slow down the speed of the other party's axe.

‘Fortunately I blocked it, this boy couldn’t hold on for long before he would be finished!’ The mute servant thought fortunately.

His frost power is not a vegetarian. The body of ordinary people cannot withstand the blow of elemental power and will be paralyzed in an instant.

Dewen was also shocked. He felt that the axe in his hand touched the other party's dagger, and a very cold and sharp chill came over, which reached him, making him shivering.

This chill never stops, almost setting his blood.

Damn it, I guess this is the power of the element, it is so terrible!

Dewen understood very well that it was already a critical moment of life and death. He either pushed past the other party and killed him, or he could not hold on, his body was frozen, and then stabbed to death by the other party with a dagger.

He gritted his teeth and persevered, his heart seemed to feel the chill invasion, and the beating became heavier and heavier.

The sound of 'bang' and 'bang' was getting louder and louder, almost to the point where the ears could hear it. The blood rushed in the blood vessels, warming the body with all his strength and providing Devin with the power to overwhelm the other.

He was not frozen as he expected, and the axe in his hand was still pressing down inch by inch.

The mute servant had already used all his strength. His teeth were clenched, his gums were covered with blood, his face was twisted, and he looked extremely ferocious.

The white light emitted from the dagger in his hand became more dazzling. Because of the long-term explosion of elemental power, a thick white mist that seemed to be solid was condensed on the surface of his body.

But even so, he still couldn't beat an ordinary boy in his eyes.

The other party had obviously had a layer of white frost on his hands, body, and face, but the power from the axe blade was wave after wave, like a surging wave, and it had never decreased at all. He slowly and firmly pressed towards him.

He was extremely shocked.

Where did this freak come from? He is not afraid of the invasion of frost power? How could such a talented guy be hidden in a remote town!

Behind the two, the townsmen finally caught up, and looked at the two who were stalemate and were stunned for a moment.

I saw that the short mute servant had been kneeling to the ground by the boy's huge force, his hands trembling and holding a dagger, his face was twisted and ferocious, his eyes were open, and even the corners of his eyes were cracked.

The dagger in his hand had been pressed over his head, and the sharp blade was immersed in his scalp. Blood spilled out and immediately turned into red ice again, almost frozen his head.

No one could tell that he could no longer support him.

Devin's image looks much better. Although there was frost on many parts of his body, a hot breath was spraying in his nose.

When this breath touched the frost power that was overflowing in the air, it pulled out two long fogs in midsummer, showing the boiling vitality in his body.

This terrifying supernatural force made the townspeople silent and hesitated, and did not dare to come forward to help, for fear of being hit by unknown forces.

"Derwin, how can we help you?" the townsmen shouted anxiously from the side.

But at this time Devin had already given his all, and he couldn't speak at all.

As long as he persists for a while, he can press the dagger directly into the other party's head. He doesn't believe that this person can still survive!

However, he was not fighting alone, and the helper said immediately.

"Does go!" A loud shout came from the crowd again, but it was Hunter Nolan.

Everyone looked back and saw him and a few strong men working together to carry a large blue-white stone and walk over with heavy steps.

What they carried was the base of the grinding stone. In the past, the townspeople used it to grind soy milk. It was very heavy and hard, weighing hundreds of pounds.

Judging from this situation, they were planning to use this millstone to smash the poor mute servant.

When the mute servant saw this, he felt desperate. Why are the people in this town so scary and so powerful?

As soon as his thought arose, the grindstone was thrown over by everyone and hit him firmly.

With such a heavy blow, even if the mute servant was a frost warrior, his head was very hard and he was blindfolded. His eyes turned white, and the white light on the dagger disappeared, losing his resistance.

Suddenly, the axe in Dewen's hand slashed straight from the other party's head, almost slashing the mute servant in half, and his intestines and blood flowed all over the floor.

The threat was gone, Devin let out a long breath, shivered violently, and shouted: "I'm frozen to death!"

The power of Frost is really terrible. If it were stronger, he would really not be able to support it.

He looked at the axe in his hand and saw that the ordinary wooden axe was completely damaged. There was not even a hole in the axe blade, and it was still as bright as new.

This made him feel very grateful. This axe has been with him for many years. If it is ruined, he will feel sorry for him.

However, he was also a little confused. He did not forget the strange power flowing from deep into his body through his arms to the axe at that moment.

But now is not the time to consider these things, and solving the current troubles is the most important thing.

It was not until this time that Devin found that there was no one talking quietly around him.

He felt a little strange and looked up and saw that these familiar townspeople were looking at him with admiration at this moment.

There were a few young men in the crowd, and they looked at him with almost admiration.

Everyone in the town knew that Devin was very strong, but he didn't expect that he was so big. The townspeople were not afraid of something familiar to them like **, but just sincerely admired them.

This kid is so awesome!

After a long time, Nolan walked up, patted Devin on the shoulder, and looked full of admiration: "I'm convinced you, Devin."

Dewen touched his head, but his face was full of sorrow: "Uncle, I just broke the priest's neck in order to protect myself. I may not be able to stay in the town."

The townspeople are all ordinary people. When they hear German words, they look at me and I look at you, and their faces are a little confused.

This priest woman was caught and wanted to kill someone to silence her. Could it be that she would let him commit crimes and not let others fight back and defend herself? How could this be true!

This is the simple idea of ​​the townspeople.
To be continued...