Chapter 7 (2/2)

Beowulf’s eyes are full of unswerving deter to co Reynold up with a “swoosh” sound………

When Reynold start to react, his body is already inarrow, his black short hair blown about, with high speed, he approach the two giant guards

F! This noob demonic blade!

It seeht recently and have not tamed her completely……

Apparently I have to think of a method to teach the proud and pampered little Loli in the future!

Without any choice, Reynold can only draw his old long sword……

To behead a giant which is 400cth, thick skin and meat is not an easy task However, Reynold battle techniques are not a joke

Reynolds flight speed is extre their eyes fro their pupils, about to widen their eyes, a bolt of blue flash through……

A stroke of blood flies in iant heads fall………

Right after that, to prevent the large heavy giant heads froround, in a split second, Reynold iants head into many pieces in an instant

Blood and round, those frage noise is made

Soundlessly the iants’ blood contae area………

In the chief’s tent, thunder like snoring is heard, the fabric covering the entrance was suddenly lifted up, a groggy giant walk out, judging froiant

Reynold suddenly understand, the reason why afternoon nap so satisfying for the giants, the great chief will naturally call so and enjoyable exercise!

The feo to the toilet

She feel that the ground is kind of wet, the feiant’s piss, she angrily staet rid of the filthy stuffs, but she realized theher eyes, she is shocked out of her wits……

“Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Ene……ah”

Before the feiant finishes her sentence, she is knocked out by Beoho just arrive

In the tribe leader’s tent, areone is the circular large bed in theover it, Reynold gasp in surprise, the f, even monsters also have such inclinations?

(Tl: Inclination, in this case, refers to the act of doing exercises with multiple women)

On the pink bed, are six bare naked giant bodies, five fe the fe on the 4 li on the crotch

The great tribal chief is lying face up on the bed, with a full stomach, the afternoon exercise that just ended cause hi, without even wearing his loincloth………

“GURUGURU……GURUGURU…” the loud sound of snoring, accoh brown hands as he reaches his crotch tickling it, then dig his nostril, wiping his lips……

(Tl: WTF did I just translate, I didn’t feel like typing that out)

In the haziness, the great tribal chief suddenly feels, a cold touch on his neck, he pay no heed to it, thinking it is a bug sting, continue sleeping……

Quickly, Beowulf raises his fist………

In his drea pain on his cheek

The great tribal chief suddenly sits up, widening his eyes, preparing to bellow in rage, but is suddenly flabbergasted

A pitch black long sword is stuck on his neck!

“bastards!” the giant tribal leader pause for a e, “You wretched ants!How dare you……”

Before the great tribal leader finishes his sentence, his is already cut opened, fresh blood splashes out with a “pooooosh” sound

(Tl: forgive me if my sound effect sounds lame)

Reynold beckon Luton over, “Co the new tribal chief!”