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Three consecutive bloody lights appeared, and the three giant beasts exploded, turning into three groups of blood and fog.
Dam erased the blood on his face and rushed to other players around him. Only the elite players were still entangled with the behemoths. Others had already been completely hit or swept into the water.
Pēng Pēng Pēng Pēng ! !
In the sound of continuous violent explosions, a giant beast exploded and turned into a blood fog.
Dam rescued the swept in guide and another player from the water, and the machine guns screamed.
Everyone can see what the giant beast in the water looks like.
It is a black behemoth resembling a hippo, but their heads are still two horns like a buffalo. The shape is about three meters and looks like a giant hippo.
And behind their bodies there is a huge tail like a crocodile, full of scales, which looks terrible.
But these giant beasts are like the chicks to be slaughtered under the hands of Dam. They have a palm and a head. They will be killed and wounded in a short time, and they will be killed more than 20 times.
Roar! ! !
Suddenly, the soil behind Dam slammed open, and a huge black behemoth of up to five meters slammed out and slammed down towards Dam's back. The speed is like a black wave, and the black soil withered leaves bring a thick rancid smell.
Dam jerked back and saw the moment when the monster fell, and the eyes suddenly filled up with the body of the entire behemoth.
His pupils tightened and he saw a strange mask inlaid on the belly of the behemoth. That mask is so familiar! !
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Rime table
After a gust of wind, Garen appeared in the living room. Sit down slowly.
On the lower right seat, there was a white-like white man who looked like a man and a woman. His eyebrows were a little bit of cinnabar. It seems to be very similar to the Indian style.
The left seat is a young witch who is wearing a black tight skirt.
The mask worn by Garen didn’t know what it was at the moment, but it turned into pure silver, and the small eyes on the forehead seemed to be more and more lively.
Through the eyes of the mask, he quietly scanned both sides.
"How is the retreat of ag? It seems to be going well? ”Garen whispered.
"Sir Saint Fist, Sir Ag's retreat is going well all the time, when we come here." I hope that the Saint of Fist Techniques Palace will help me with the Dark Witches. ”The leader of the witch solemnly rose to answer.
"Aid things, look at the face of ag, I can promise. You and Hossman negotiated the power schedule. In addition, in exchange, I also need some of your help in exchange. ”Garen nodded faintly. In fact, he and the leader of the dark witch, Nesera, have always been uncomfortable, and naturally it is impossible to help without compensation.
"We are now in a relatively balanced state with the Blood Race. Taking the lead in breaking the deadlock can lead to unpredictable consequences. ”Garen turned his eyes to the other side. The representative from the main forces of the witch is on the white.
"So, you claim to represent the witches always come and report your purpose."
The white man in white gauze smiled and got up. He calmly bowed to Garen and folded his hands together.
“I came with the friendship of Mother Lion, maybe Sir Saint Fist has a place where my Lord needs help.”
"Oh?"Garen is a little bit strange. "You talk about it, what help do I need? ”
The white man did not answer, but just touched his right eye with his hand.
Garen's eyes narrowed.
"Do you have a way to restore my eyes?"
It's not me. It is my Lord. ”The white man bowed his head and respected him.
Garen is silent and seems to be thinking about something.
“Do you have any way to prove that you can have this ability?”He only slowly opened his mouth after a long time.
Even the Black Sas' can't do anything about it. For the world's Mother Lion, the level of this injury is not what she can imagine.
Nine-Headed Hydra King Nadia's injury is not so good.
And the most important point, taking the initiative to treat him for injury, is definitely a lot of preparation, then in exchange, the other party must be a big picture.
The only thing that Garen in the world is now is that the first Dead Apostle is pale, and the rest are ants. Only pale can threaten him. But this is the power of the Blood Race, and he really hasn't touched the depths of the witch on the Wizard side. There is also a lack of understanding of their means.
The white man heard Garen's question and smiled. He took a white white snow flower from his arms and gently tossed it. The white lotus suddenly flew to Garen.
Gently catching the flying lotus, Garen took a deep breath and only felt that the nose and mouth were full of strong aroma and fragrance, giving a feeling of refreshment. And the most important thing is that his right eye has a hint of pain, which makes him feel a glimpse.
"The Lord hopes that if you can heal your wounds, the Saint of Fist Techniques Palace will be able to live in peace with the Blood Race and not invade each other. The world has not been able to withstand more bloodshed…"
In the eyes of the whites, the look of sorrow and horror is revealed. Garen can see that it is not a disguise, but it is really true.
"armistice? I don't have any opinion, but I am afraid that Blood Race will not be reconciled. ”Garen faintly said.
His overall strength is far weaker than the Blood Race, and the truce is naturally only good for him and certainly will not be rejected.
"Blood Race over there, naturally the Lord goes to persuade."The white man nodded. "In addition, there is a request from the Lord to treat your eyes. ”
"Oh ?" any request? You are coming to listen. ”Garen is quiet. For Mother Lion, the only Dead Apostle level in the witch is that the entire Blood Race is not committed to its fall, obviously not a normal character. Even the other party's means can actually have a little effect on Nadia's injury, which is obviously beyond his expectations.
"The Lord hopes that you can stop collecting Sleepless Face."The white man bowed his head and respected him.
The atmosphere was a bit heavy at the moment, Garen's body faintly smothered a sigh of relief, this breath is so powerful, so that the following people have a heart like a heavy shackle, some breathless feeling.
The white man seems to be not changing his face, and he keeps his head down. "Sleepless Face is the root cause of the disaster, and it will bring boundless disasters to the world. I hope that Sir Saint Fist can give up the collection. ”
As the atmosphere grows more dignified, Garen is sitting still on the high post, only staring calmly at the white man. Obviously the other person's heart is under the pressure of his arrogance, even breathing hard, but still standing still in the middle of the hall. , motionless to maintain etiquette.
This seems to be a support of similar will.
"Still waiting for your home to heal my right eye."Garen finally slowly opened his mouth, and the strong feeling of depression finally dissipated as he spoke.
"I will tell you what you mean."The white man bowed his head and respected him.
After the departure of the Witch and the representatives of Mother Lion, the Saint of Fist Techniques Palace was once again in a quiet state.
Hossman and Quentin walked out of the corner.
"Teacher, the main body of the witch represented by Mother Lion has always been a world peace defender, one by one, and it has been said that I have been talking about it. It is very annoying. I am afraid this time is not just a simple truce persuasion. ”Quentin frowned, she is now the in charge of intelligence, and she has a certain understanding of the power of the witch, the biggest backstage Mother Lion.
"This group of people is playing the scorpion of saving the world all day long. In fact, they don't know what purpose they want in the back, and they can't believe it."Hossman also nodded slightly.
Garen's fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of the seat and seemed to be thinking slightly.
"Sure.
The collection of Sleepless Face is impossible to stop. This mask can provide him with potential points and block the coordinates of Nadia's arrival here, no matter which aspect is the secret that must be collected.
It’s just that Mother Lion’s means are mysterious, and it can affect the injury to his right eye, which makes Garen faintly alert. He turned the white lotus in his hand. The silky breath was gone. The current flower is just the most common white lotus.
A little bit of consciousness in the right eye has disappeared again.
"Mother Lion …."Garen sniffed the lotus, and his eyes were inexplicably inexplicable.
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Saint of Fist Techniques outside the palace
The white man slowly advanced on the downhill mountain road, crossed the outermost Saint of Fist Techniques, and smiled at the two guards who were guarding the door. He gently stepped down the steps to speed up.
After a long distance, he turned his head and looked at the Saint of Fist Techniques Palace from afar.
The white spire of the palace towering steep in the top of the snowy peak, looks like the legend of the mythical Holy Land, outside the gate, a team of people wearing a cloak of the successive entrance to the door, pass the pass, these teams a branch, are from all over the pre-selection, was brought into Saint of Fist Techniques Palace Training students, not fighting Club is night Hawk person, one body qi and blood steady exuberant, even in this snow and ice weather, also gives a vigorous and lithe feeling.
What makes the whites even more surprised is that on the way down the hill of Saint of Fist Techniques, when they walked halfway up the mountain, they met a team of purely Blood Race and Vampire. The breath on them seems to have undergone some strange change, more powerful than before, but it is even more weird.
"The Lord spoke well, Saint of Fist Techniques Palace…It is the source of all turmoil…"The white man looked up and looked at the gray sky, the unimaginable feeling of oppression, and the faint thunder in the clouds, which even brought out a huge potential here!
Whether it is human or Blood Race, the tentacles of the Saint of Fist Techniques Palace are spreading to the corners of parts of the world in an unending stream. And this trend of convergence is still accelerating.
The white man suddenly raised an inexplicable sense of panic.
He recalled the people he had seen since he went down the mountain. Whether it was Blood Race or humans, there was a strange sense of enthusiasm in the eyes of these people. It was an absolute reverence and yearning for the Saint of Fist Techniques Palace. psychological. (To be continued ……
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