Lioun remembers Alita's message. He must separate the head and body of the monster so that they do not rise again. The fairy rubbed his face and pouted. Could he just cry now?
"RAWH!" shouted the Minotaur with his bull's mouth. He swung his ax at Lioun.
"This evil monster doesn't understand, huh!" Lioun made the giant trees tower tall, blocking the attack of the Minotaur's ax. The monster groaned in anger. "I've spoken many times but you don't understand, ah!"
Lioun gritted his teeth. His mood turned bad in an instant just because of the monster that had just woken up. He had to dodge all the axes that were swung at him again.
Lioun spun the wooden sword and dodged the ax that was aimed at his body, his hands getting harder and harder. The little fairy suddenly became nervous.
BRAK!
Again, the ax hit the ground, shattering it. Lioun retreated and looked at his hands. Is this also one of the strengths of the Dryad race?
