This monster came to the little boy and let out a low roar. It opened its bloody mouth and was about to swallow him whole.
At the critical moment, a voice chanting an obscure incantation sounded, and then several sharp pieces of ice appeared.
"drink!"
Boo hoo hoo——
These pieces of sharp ice flew towards this monster.
Before the beast could swallow the little boy on the ground, an ice point penetrated its body, killing it on the spot.
"Why is there a child here?"
With a voice filled with confusion and confusion, the man came to the little boy lying down.
He was wearing clothes woven from the furs of monsters, and he was holding a staff made of wood in his hand, and there was a small bag on the side of his belt.
"The surrounding area is unknown, and there are so many scars. Even though it is a mystery, I might as well take it back.
There shouldn't be any danger, he can be her little brother.
I don’t know if she is happy living alone at home, forget it, let’s take him with us first.”
He stopped thinking and saw that the little boy was still naked. He took out a longer and larger linen cloth out of thin air from the small bag attached to his belt.
After placing the staff lightly on the ground, he put the little boy on his back and tied him with linen strips to prevent him from falling.
After making a butterfly knot in front of his abdomen, he knelt down and picked up the staff.
All of this was done very skillfully, making him look like a very family-oriented man.
After doing all this, he walked up to the monster.
He raised his hand and continued to chant obscure incantations. A knife made of ice appeared in his hand. Its sharpness and hardness were only slightly weaker than a knife made of steel.
There was also a faint white mist visible to the naked eye emitting from the knife.
"There is no magic crystal! That's right. Such a weak monster will most likely not have any magic crystal."
He scratched the back of his head helplessly, and then realized that he was carrying a little boy on his back.
Without staying too much, I left here directly.
Dusk is falling and night is approaching.
In a small courtyard surrounded by fences, there was a knock on the door in front of the gate.
"Filo, dad is back."
After hearing this sound, there began to be a rustling sound inside.
After a while, the tight wooden door was opened, and a little girl with a cute face and short golden hair ran towards the man with rosy cheeks, and at the same time she did not forget to say: