"Puff, puff, puff," the red monster fish kept flapping, staring at the food slipping out of its mouth with dull eyes, and its mind was confused.

This is the first time that it has encountered something that can enter its mouth and still escape smoothly.

But the fluttering body was getting closer and closer to him.

The strange fish opened its big mouth, with only the food in front of it in its eyes, not caring that it had been lifted out of the water and was close to death.

Just as the sharp fangs bit the guy who escaped from his mouth, Wang Fu'an moved.

Wang Fu'an used his legs to leap forward, rolled under the belly of the strange fish, and rushed forward again.

Just when the strange fish was about to bite the spitted guy into pieces, Wang Fu'an finally used all his strength to get to his side.

Finally, he shouted loudly: "Let's go!"

The right hand gathered the inner strength and pushed at Yiran's feet, pushing Yiran several feet away, just out of the attack range of the strange fish's big mouth.

However, due to exhaustion and the reaction of his internal energy, his body fell towards the strange fish's mouth.

Half of Wang Fu'an's body had already entered the mouth of the strange fish. He smelled the stench in the mouth of the strange fish and looked at all kinds of filthy and rotten things. He couldn't help but feel nauseous.

But I thought in my heart that I was finally free, and I didn't know whether to be happy or resentful.

I have worked hard over the years and put in countless times more effort than others, but my cultivation is far behind others.

Not only did my own efforts not bring about changes in myself, but I became the laughing stock of others. This effort was a joke.

Originally, only the old man who loved to drink was willing to help him and recognized his efforts.

However, when the wave of monsters just came, he didn't survive dozens of rounds before he blocked the attack for a junior and died.

The only old man who recognized him died like this. Wang Fu'an felt that he had pulled in so many second-level monster fish today, and even a third-level fish, and it seemed that he should be satisfied.

The big mouth slowly closed, the dazzling sunlight was blocked, and the light that Wang Fu'an could see in his eyes became less and less.

As if he had accepted his fate, Wang Fu'an closed his eyes and waited for the strange fish to completely close its mouth and chew him into pieces.

Just as he was about to welcome his own death, he suddenly felt another force hit his shoulder.

His body suddenly flew out under this force, and the almost invisible light in his eyes revived and suddenly became clear.

He actually escaped death, somehow escaping from the monster fish's mouth.

He was pushed by an invisible force before to avoid the impact of the strange fish. At that time, he was too focused on shooting the fish spear and didn't pay attention.

But this time it was clearly a strong person who pulled him out of death.

Wang Fu'an stood still and looked thoughtfully at the guy who was still lying on the ground motionless, full of questions in his mind.

"If it's not this strange guy, is there really any strong person who would care about the life and death of a little person like himself?"

During Wang Fu'an's short period of life and death, the strange fish suffered countless attacks and was already on the verge of death.

However, because Wang Fu'an was stunned for a moment, he was still hit by the strange fish before his death.

Even though he was put into death, he was attacked by a strange fish because of his daze. In anger and unwillingness, Wang Fuan's body was knocked out and he fell next to the strange guy.

Even though Wang Fu'an, who was only at the peak of his warrior powers, could easily block the death blow of the strange fish without any damage, even though he was already extremely powerful.

What's more, Wang Fuan was defenseless.

The clothes on his back were all torn, and the strong muscles that he had accumulated through years of hard training were full of wounds made by fish scales.

In the deepest part of the wound, the intestines in the body and the faintly beating heart could be seen. Although it was a skin injury, it was still a serious injury.

Originally, Yi Ran could have blocked this blow for this kind-hearted guy, but since she had already helped him twice, she had repaid him for risking his own life to "save" her.

If he still fails to escape death this third time, it can only be regarded as a bad fate for this guy.

However, being in the empire, and at this age, he is only at the peak of his warrior status. His fate is really not that good. Compared with those guys in the Wind and Fire Principality who have never been able to become warriors in their entire lives, his fate is really not much better.

Before Wang Fu'an fell into coma, he was still looking at the guy he risked his life to save. Since he could slide out of the strange fish's mouth intact, he should be the kind of person with profound blessings.

Moreover, he is much younger than himself, and he will definitely be able to go further than himself in the future. I just hope that he is still alive.

When Wang Fu'an passed out, Yi Ran opened his eyes and looked at the guy lying next to him. The haze caused by the siege was swept away in his heart.

Even if there is darkness in this world, there will also be light. Otherwise, Yiran would have to doubt who his idea of ​​changing the world is for.

There was a time when information in the world was transparent, everyone could learn in-depth knowledge, and everyone was equal in most situations.

How great would it be if this world became like that world? Can warcraft without intelligence really be the enemy of mankind?

It has been said since ancient times that chivalrous men use force to break the law. As long as a guy has extraordinary force, he will eventually pursue more things.

Even the gap between rich and poor caused by money will bring injustice to the world. The strong will become stronger and the weak will become weaker. This seems to be a given.

Yiran couldn't help but close his eyes again and no longer think about this kind of thing beyond his cognition.

Even though he has seen the glorious past when everyone lived and worked in peace and contentment, he is now in the middle stage of the Golden Elixir and is unable to change this world according to his own ideas.

In the final analysis, one must have enough power to suppress all enemies in order to have the right to speak.

If a knight violates the law with force, he should be suppressed or even killed with more terrifying force, so that he will not dare to commit the crime again and will not have the chance to do it again.

When Yiran closed his eyes, not far away, two young girls who had just become warriors ran towards him, their faces full of anxiety.

He came to the two of them, skillfully grabbed their arms, and placed his hand on their pulse.

The two looked at each other, with a slight smile on their anxious faces. Without any hesitation, they carried them and rushed towards the town in the distance.

Such a wave of monsters is far beyond what the monks from one or two towns can hold down. All they can do is to slightly slow down the advance of the wave of monsters.

As soon as a few layers of sluices are breached, they will let the tide of monsters flow northward. There will be many towns along the way like them, constantly intercepting the tide of monsters heading north.

Trading human lives for the northward speed of the tide of Warcraft. Perhaps there are very few people who are really willing to kill the Warcraft in exchange for resources, but most of them come from the pressure from Yishui City.

The taxes that the town needs to pay, and the exploitation of the weak by the strong, are enough to make villages and towns that want to resist suffer.

Fortunately, most of the water monsters will not directly come ashore to destroy the town, and Yishui City will not let the people in these towns fight to the death to resist the tide of monsters heading north.

Therefore, except for those who are greedy for life and fear of death, most people only regard blocking the tide of Warcraft as a matter of mutual benefit.

After Yiran and Wang Fu'an, who was seriously injured and unconscious, were carried away, several gates were broken through in just two sticks of incense.

Countless monks on both sides of the strait began to clear the shore, but only a handful of great martial artists, and strong men like Wang Fuan who could shoot fish spears into the vital points under the fins from a very long distance, continued to take action.

Dragging unlucky monsters ashore from the Meihua River has no effect on the general trend of the monster tide.

In a large courtyard on the edge of the town, all the seriously injured people were gathered here. Many of the injured were missing arms and legs, and some were even missing half of their bodies.

The courtyard was filled with heart-rending wails and a chill that hurt the heart.

Perhaps when he was fighting desperately on the battlefield, he was filled with pride and did not feel how painful the injury was, but when he was lying in the yard and heard other people's howls, he finally felt the pain from the wound that penetrated his heart.

This courtyard is not something that those with minor injuries can easily enter.

Yiran had no obvious injuries on his body and his breathing was stable. The boy threw him directly on the flat ground outside the yard.

Just think that he is one of those weaklings who was frightened and fainted by the momentum of the monster wave before the battle. Saving him is a waste of energy.

Wang Fu'an was hurriedly carried into the courtyard by the girl, and found a bed to settle down. An alchemist hurried over immediately and sprinkled handfuls of powder on the wound.

Even though Wang Fu'an was still in a coma, his body was still shaking from the pain and he kept snorting, and there were not many people in the same situation as him in the yard.

With so many injured people, alchemists have been recruited to work as assistants to the doctors. It is easy to imagine how short of medical staff there are. Don't even think that they can sew up the wounds with stitches and stitches before treating them.

It seems that in this world, Yiran has never seen anyone using needles and threads to suture wounds.

Yi Ran, who was sensing the scene in the courtyard, couldn't help but take a breath. The monks who died in the battle against the wave of monsters were extremely miserable, but those who were missing arms, legs or even half of their bodies survived even more miserably.

As for Yi Ran, there were several young people lying around who were breathing as smoothly as him and who were not seriously injured.

Scanning his senses over those people, except for one who was pretending to be stunned, the others had really fainted. It was not known if this was their first time facing a wave of monsters head-on.

Yiran put his hands on the ground and shook his head, pretending that he had really woken up from a coma, when he saw the young man in front of him who was carrying him on his back, casting extremely disdainful eyes on him.

Before Yi Ran could speak, the young man spoke first and said in a very unkind tone:

"First of all, you are not from our town. I don't care about your origin or purpose. Just fainting on the battlefield makes me look down on you."

"Since you are not injured, just do it yourself."

At this moment, several middle-aged men who were pulling the rope on Wang Fuan came over. Seeing Yiran who had woken up and stood up and dusted his clothes, they immediately gathered around and said with a smile:

"Brother, you're awake. Can you tell us how you were swallowed by that strange fish and still came out alive?"
Chapter completed!