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Chapter 68 Midnight

"Yes, we were enemies at that time." Looking at the tall Vegeta in front of him, and thinking about his crazy deeds of charging into ten thousand orcs alone that day, Dongchen took a deep breath and raised the knife on his shoulder: "

Let’s go, take a turn first.”

Two figures, one big and one small, one tall and one short, walked slowly forward. The shining moonlight sprinkled on the earth, pulling their figures towards the lake. The water moved and the waves sparkled. From time to time, boring fish jumped out.

On the water surface, it was splashed and then fell back, causing the two figures to twist from time to time.

"Vegeta, that person that day?" Dong Chen glanced around aimlessly, and suddenly recalled the figure in the wind that day, and couldn't help but tremble in his heart. That kind of power, that kind of strength, is really despairing.

Is that the heaven level?

Vegeta's hand holding the stick tightened: "I don't know, I've never seen him."

"Never seen it before?" He frowned slightly, and the alloy knife on his shoulder paused: "Then why did he want to kill your people?"

"have no idea."

Another one who doesn’t know.

Turning his head, Dongchen looked at Vegeta with a fierce look in his eyes and gritted teeth, knowing that he was not telling lies.

However, since I don’t know him, then why would such a powerful being kill people for no reason?

Is it because it’s not pleasing to the eye? Or is it boring?

Dong Chen, who couldn't figure it out, shook his head: "Ai Wei'er proposed to go back that day, why didn't you agree?"

Glancing at Dongchen with a strange look on his face, Vegeta's monkey-like face was blood-red: "You gave the saint to me, do you want me to send her back to die? Lord Longa's order is to protect Ai Wei.

Son, I am not harming her."

"Death?"

Vegeta weighed the alloy rod he had dug in his pit and said, "Yes, I will die. In order to continue, we, the beast race, under the guidance of the God of War, adopted the method of intermarriage among various races, and the Behemoth clan was born."

"How do you say it?" Dongchen's pupils shrank.

"The strength of a bear, the speed of a leopard, and the physique of an elephant... The Behemoth clan, which combines the characteristics of various races, is the well-deserved king of our orc clan."

His steps staggered, and Dong Chen cursed in his mind: "Is this what you call a king? He's a complete bastard."

Of course, if I think so in my heart, I certainly can’t say so on the surface.

"It sounds very powerful, but if it is so powerful, it must have shortcomings. Nothing in the world is absolutely perfect."

"You are very smart." Vegeta looked at Dongchen meaningfully: "Behemoth was born because of human genes. Beast genes of different races rarely produce offspring. But because of this, all Behemoths face

The threat of genetic collapse.”

Vegeta angrily swung his stick and swept out a flying blade of grass: "This is the price. Beamon is a product of sorrow. They gave everything for the continuation of our orc family, so we respect them."

"They are great."

"Yes, it's great!" Vegeta puffed up his chest proudly: "Behemoth's pride is the pride of the orcs."

"Then why don't you go back?" Dongchen narrowed his eyes.

"You really want me to go back?" Vegeta stopped and his big eyes widened.

"Of course not." Dongchen raised his head slightly and met Vegeta's gaze: "I'm just curious, why do you, with such pride, follow me, the mortal enemy of mankind?"

"You really want to know?"

A gust of night wind blew by, and Dong Chen nodded slightly.

Vegeta stared at Dongchen and looked at it carefully, then turned around and continued to walk forward. After a while, he explained in a deep voice: "Prophecy, the prophecy of the turtle prophet. The great turtle prophet predicted that the saint of our orc clan will be among the ancestors.

In the place of eternal rest, I met the demon who led our clan to victory."

"Prophecy! Saint? Demon?" Dongchen touched his nose and looked at his toes for a long time before looking up again: "Am I that demon?"

"Probably." Vegeta responded without turning his head.

Dongchen looked at him brightly: "If it is, it is, if it is not, it is not. What do you mean it should be?"

Vegeta's footsteps stopped.

"That is."

"Why?" The three cold words lost the casualness just now, only the endless coldness.

Vegeta felt murderous intent, murderous intent reaching the sky! His body instantly stiffened, cold sweat soaked his back, and he didn't even dare to look back.

"tell me!"

The blood-colored breath blew the grass blades flying, the incoming night wind collided with the murderous intention, and violent turbulence stirred up everywhere.

"The saint lost her virginity, and her blood covered the earth." Vegeta slowly turned around with red eyes, and his voice was low and hoarse: "This is the prophecy of the turtle prophet. Otherwise, why do you think Lord Longa would let him

We follow you? After you filthy human reptile!”

"Finally, tell the truth?" He looked at the low-lying orangutan in front of him with disdain. The alloy knife on Dongchen's shoulder turned dark red little by little: "Prophecy? Just because of a nonsense prophecy, you can follow it.

I?"

The gray-white sword flashed across the grass, and a few drops of blood fell. Dongchen stood in the wind: "I don't believe it."

The buzzing alloy rod shook his hands, and Vegeta looked at the deep scratches on it in horror, and turned around resolutely: "The glory of the orcs cannot be tarnished, Reptile, since you don't believe it, then... fight!

"

Green grass, quiet lake, waning moon.

One man and one beast looked at each other across the wind.

Suddenly, the desolate moonlight dimmed, and the two of them looked up almost at the same time...

"what is that?"

The fleeting figure, although only for a short moment, was enough to arouse alarm.

After looking at each other, the two guys who were originally ready to fight ran out.

"I believe you for the time being, even though I don't believe in prophecies at all." While running, Dongchen glared at Vegeta, and pushed hard on his toes, and his speed immediately increased sharply.

"Fake, a suspicious human reptile, the greatness of the prophet cannot be doubted." Using his hands and feet, jumping up and down, Vegeta followed closely behind Dongchen.

The two of them aimed directly at the camp.

But when they arrived, the battle had already begun.

Bergobald collapsed and vomited blood from the corner of his mouth. Christina wore a shining armor to protect the two patients, and Bujie and four orangutans were scattered around.

"spread!"

With a scream, ripples visible to the naked eye fell from the sky, and Dongchen flipped out instantly.

Sand, gravel and weeds rushed toward his face. Dongchen squinted his eyes and felt pain on his face. Looking through a crack, he saw that the place where he had just stood had silently blasted a deep pit with a radius of one meter.

"What is it?"

"Bat, big bat."

How big can a bat be? As big as a palm?

Thinking of the fleeting black shadow just now, Dongchen hated the Civilization Crisis War eight hundred years ago even more.

What did those crazy people do back then?

The silent attack came quietly again.

If you don't have enough eyesight, you will be half disabled even if you get hit.

Once again escaping the crisis, Dongchen finally saw clearly how big the big bat in Christina's mouth was...


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