Chapter 292 - Protect Mag!
Chapter 292: Protect Mag!
“Look, Boss! Over there!” Cossus said.
“They’re fighting? Isn’t fighting a crime here, Boss?” asked Calzac.
“What?” Sargeras looked with surprise. Even he didn’t dare start a fight in Chaos City.
“Mag is in trouble! Hurry up! We’re going to help him!” Sargeras said grimly.
His men’s eyes lit up. It had been years since they last fought together. This time, they were going to fight for roujiamo.
…
“Yeah, come on down, little cat,” Anselm said, tearing apart the vine net. He jumped up high and swung his red claws at Xixi.
“No!” Lulu shouted. He tore the tree down and brought it down at Anselm’s head.
A look of terror flashed across Xixi’s face. She hurriedly created a green barrier under herself, but it got broken almost in an instant.
The claws bit into her belly and sent her landing hard in front of Mag’s door. Blood welled from her wounds; her white fur reddened. She shifted to her human form again. She lay there, motionless, her face waxy pale.
“No!” Lulu cried. Anselm put his hands up to catch the tree. The force sent him into the ground, but then he easily tore it into pieces. He walked towards Lulu. “Kill her,” he said to his men.
The other werewolves looked at Xixi, grinning. They rubbed their claws together, making a terrifying sound. Long they had waited to kill them and end it.
“No!” Lulu cried in despair. He darted towards her in a frenzy, but Anselm sent him flying back with his claws. Without Xixi’s healing magic, he didn’t stand a chance against Anselm.
“Go… Lulu…” Xixi said, looking at Lulu with love and care.
Anselm laughed. “You’ll both die here today.” He swung his claws at Lulu again, and almost tore off his entire arm. The full moon had made him even more powerful.
The customers felt sorry for the couple, but no one dared help them. Some looked away; they couldn’t bear to watch.
Barzel drew his sword as the werewolves walked towards Xixi.
He knew they were stronger than him, but he was a knight, and an officer too.
Urien narrowed his eyes and looked at Xixi’s belly. “The heart of the World Tree is inside her and has grown into a tree, but it’s already dead,” he whispered, and sighed. “Their nature magic is as powerful as elves’ life magic, but they need the World Tree to help them. Their hope of reviving the dryads has died with the tree. The old man asked me to help find them. It seems I have succeeded.”
Urien took a step forward, and ice appeared under his feet.
The werewolves had raised their claws, and were ready to tear Xixi to pieces.
“Stop!” a voice called out from the restaurant.
The werewolves looked there, and saw a man holding a knife with a kid in his arms.
The customers inside and the onlookers outside were all shocked.
“Is he out of his mind? Neither of Amy’s two masters is here today!”
“I wish I could be as brave as him.”
“Amy’s powerful, but I don’t think she can beat those werewolves. She might get hurt!”
Many people liked Mag and Amy, or rather Mag’s cooking. Anyway, they decided to protect them. Some were already reaching for their swords or magic wands.
Amy jumped down and ran to Xixi. “Sister Xixi!” she called out in worry and anger.
“Get out of here… Amy…” Xixi said in a feeble voice. She didn’t want anyone to get killed because of her, least of all Amy.
But Amy stepped between her and the werewolves. “How dare you hurt Sister Xixi and Big Bear, you mongrels!” She raised her hands, and two fireballs appeared.
She’s very brave. I should have expected that from my disciple, Urien thought. He stopped and pulled out his black wand, its tip glowing.
“How I miss the taste of little kids! I bet she’ll be very good,” a werewolf said, licking his lips.
Mag had already seen Urien out of the corner of his eye. He stepped in front of Amy with a cold look on his face. “You lay a finger on her, and I’ll make you wish you were dead.” He found himself hating himself for being so weak. He would bury his knife in his head right now if he were strong enough.
The werewolf looked at Mag and his knife and laughed. “I’d like to see you try, stupid human.” He brought his claws down at Mag.
Urien raised his hand. Barzel rushed towards them. Some onlookers looked away or closed their eyes; they didn’t have the heart to watch them get killed.
“Protect Mag! For roujiamo!” a voice thundered. Suddenly, a flaming figure flew over to the werewolf, and smashed an iron chair on his head.
“For roujiamo!” echoed the other five lava demons. They rushed towards the werewolves with flames all over them.