Looking at the approaching female warrior, Roger forced himself to calm down. Running is impossible. As for fighting, there is never one result in a single fight between low-level warriors and low-level mages. Although Roger couldn't see Qiwei's strength clearly, he knew that there were always at least seven or eight levels. Even if the other party was just a third-level warrior, she looked so armed that she would definitely easily deal with herself with only one magic ring. For the sake of the present, only by introducing her into her small building and relying on those mechanisms could she have some chance of winning.

Roger had made up his mind and began to look around and prepare to apply oil to his feet. Behind him was a ruin, and many poor people built simple shacks. Walking forward through the alley and walking another five hundred meters was his own small building. Unfortunately, Qiwei was blocking his own way.

Roger retreated to the entrance of the alley and began to chant the spell. Chivi sneered at Roger, dragging his giant sword behind him, waiting for Roger to finish chanting the spell. A red light flashed between Roger's hands, and two magic missiles flew towards the female warrior, just in front of her chest. Two bangs, and the blue light flashed on the female warrior's breastplate, and Chivi was safe and sound. Roger loudly recited the spell of the flame finger, and a flame shot over, and was blocked by the blue light of the breastplate. Obviously, this was a magic defense armor. No matter how bad it was, it would be no problem to deal with Roger's magic.

Cold sweat dripped from Roger's head, and the fat on his face was shaking. Just as the third spell was reciting, the figure of the female warrior suddenly disappeared. The next moment, Qiwei had already appeared in front of Roger, and the tips of the two of them almost touched each other. Roger only felt a strong force coming from his abdomen, and even with his strong body, he couldn't bear it. With a wow, all three meals were spit out today. Qiwei then smashed the hilt of Roger's back, knocked him to the ground, and kicked him hard. Roger was bleeding from his mouth and nose. Qiwei raised his feet, turned Roger over, and said viciously: "Aren't you very fierce? Do you want to get to me? Come on, let me see how much money you have, can you satisfy me?" As he said that, he stepped on Roger's crotch, and the leather-inlaid boots were trampled hard.

Roger's whole face immediately turned into a pig liver color, and he couldn't scream. He grabbed the female warrior's boots with both hands and tried to move the foot away in vain. Qiwei rolled her feet a few more times with a cruel smile before letting go. Roger gasped, covered her lower body and rolled desperately on the ground. From time to time, he let out a few wails. Qiwei looked at the blood-stained fat man with disgust and spat: "Why, it's not enough for just two moves? Is he a man? Auntie still has many methods to use! Today you always have to suffer the same amount."

The female warrior put the giant sword aside and suddenly saw Roger staring at the depths of the alley behind her, and her eyes were filled with joy. Qiwei sneered, thinking that she would be lying to me with this trick. But she still turned her head and pretended to be deceived, wanting to wait for Roger to attack her or escape before catching him back. "These stupid nobles have never had any new tricks."

There was a buzzing sound from behind, and Qiwei immediately felt something was wrong. A sudden stinging pain on her butt, and a short crossbow was already sinking into her snow-white skin. The female warrior had a very short skirt armor around her waist, and Roger shot from the bottom up. In addition, Qiwei's tall figure, this crossbow arrow was really not a place to penetrate.

Qiwei was both ashamed and angry. She grabbed the giant sword and wanted to slash the despicable and vulgar fat man. When she turned around, there was a huge pain in the wound. Qiwei's eyes immediately showed stars, and then the wound turned sour and numb. Obviously, there was medicine on the arrow. She stretched out her hand to explore. There was only one hand of blood, and the short crossbow arrow had all entered the flesh. Qiwei took a deep breath, shouted softly, and a faint white light suddenly flashed from her body, and then disappeared. Rogue was shocked. This was fighting spirit! It was hard to say whether he could save his life before the anesthetic applied to the arrow took effect.

Although Qiwei temporarily suppressed the power of medicine with fighting spirit, she could not free her hands to draw the arrows, not to mention that the despicable fat man was in front of him and could not draw the arrows. She would fight quickly and solve him first. At this time, Roger, who had already stood up, began to chant spells again, and a thin flame shot over. Qiwei did not dodge or avoid, and rushed up faster. Just as the flame was approaching, Roger's eyes shone brightly, and Qiwei's breastplate and the bottom coat inside were suddenly lifted up by an invisible hand, and the flames burned the plump and white breasts.

The sensitive parts suddenly felt like they were burned by fire. Even if Qiwei was extremely powerful, she could not bear it. She screamed and squatted down in pain. Qiwei recovered a little, and immediately put her breastplate down to cover her chest. This humiliation made her lose her mind. At this moment, Rogge suddenly rushed forward and punched her. Although there was no way to do it, she was quick and powerful, and she looked like a magician or injured. Qiwei was shocked. After blocking a stormy attack, she was about to fight back. But Rogge rushed past her and fled in panic.

Qiwei almost fainted from anger. She gritted her teeth and chased her without caring about the pain of her chest and buttocks.

Roger was walking around in front of a small building, opened the door and flashed in. "Okay, let me know your doghouse, I see how you can run!" The samurai rushed forward and kicked the door down, but felt dizzy and the wounds on her body became more and more painful. Qiwei took a deep breath, and the cool night wind made her mind clearer. At this time, the sound of a table and chair knocking down in panic came from the second floor. The samurai's chest burned again, and rushed from the stairs to the second floor.

The female warrior jumped up, and as soon as she pointed to the stairs on her right toe, she heard a "click" sound, and the ladder collapsed. Qiwei was not panicked, kicking her left foot in an empty air, but her body rose instead of falling. She was afraid of being ambushed again, so she stretched out her giant sword to the stairs, and her body continued to rise. Two crossbow arrows shot in the air. The female warrior waved her sword and shot it down, but broke a thin line that was difficult to distinguish with her naked eyes. A flash of lightning, and a lightning trap on the wall next to her was activated. Qiwei was unable to dodge in the air, and immediately got numb and fell to the ground. Fortunately, the trap was not powerful, and she was wearing magic defense equipment again, and she was dizzy for a while, so it was fine.

Hearing the smug and unpleasant laughter from the second floor, Qiwei gritted her teeth and rushed up again. As soon as she rushed over the corner, there was another loud bang. The female warrior immediately looked at Venus and flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground. It turned out that a transparent energy barrier was placed here. The trap was hit hard and flashed a few times, losing its effectiveness. Qiwei also fell to the ground and could not get up for a moment.

The female warrior barely supported her body with a giant sword and walked down the stairs. "Who knows what else can be done in this haunted building? She can only let this bastard go first and burn the pig's nest tomorrow." The female warrior thought hatefully.

A black mist floated by, and the skeleton "Fengyue" stopped in front of the female warrior.

Roger was not easy to live. His magic was exhausted and he was injured. It was his last ability to summon Fengyue. He collapsed on the second floor, watching the battle situation downstairs. It was quite safe. At least if Qiwei was about to rush up, there were still three traps waiting for her. Fengyue seemed to be a little different from before. With an extra rust knife, it seemed that the ribs were complete.

Qiwei cheered up, and the giant sword was slashed towards Feng Yue's neck. Feng Yue raised the rust knife to hold it. The female warrior used this force to draw a light arc and cut it towards the skeleton's neck bone again. The skeleton could not resist it, so she raised her left arm to block it, but she could not block the heavy sword. With a chirping sound, the arm bone had been cut off. Feng Yue shook and fell down.

Qiwei snorted coldly. This waste turned out to be able to use undead magic, but unfortunately it was not as good as the weather, so even one skeleton could only summon one. Qiwei stepped over the skeleton on the ground and walked towards the door.

Suddenly, the wind sounded from behind. Qiwei knew something was wrong, so she squatted down and put the giant sword in her back. With a sound of it, a rust knife slashed heavily on the giant sword. Before the female warrior could react, she was kicked hard at the wound in the arm. Qiwei looked back and saw that it was the skeleton "Fengyue". She couldn't help but take a breath, and the skeleton would pretend to be dead.

For the first time, Qiwei felt that this small building was gloomy and terrifying.

Roger was stunned.

There was another melee between the female warrior and the skeleton. After all, the strength was too different, and Qiwei gradually gained the upper hand. Just as she was about to completely smash the skeleton, there was another black mist. It turned out that Roger saw that the situation was not good and sent Feng Yue back.
Chapter completed!