Chapter 492: Are You by Any Chance a Blacksmith? (Two in One)_2

But the wound was jet black, and it seemed there were worms as big as fingers wriggling inside the innards.

With an injury of this severity, if one did not possess special abilities, surviving the upcoming battle would be extremely difficult.

Leading the trio of witches, Eureka and her companions sustained no harm, and of the four Druids, only one had suffered minor injuries.

Not far off, Tamara was staring grimly at Mowood.

"Haha, Mowood, you really did a great service for the queen this time!"

"What a big catch, tsk tsk, a Fourth Tier..."

Camilla, scantily dressed, said with her mouth agape.

"This woman is strong, can we kill her?"

Kernon, holding a piece of log as thick as an adult's waist, said. It was a totem pole, carved with intricate patterns and an Array.

Compared to his roaring kin, Kernon was clearly much more intelligent and powerful.

Thump!