"Do you know those people in the outside world?" Hailuo stood up, looked at the man, and had some concerns in his heart.
The man snorted coldly: "I can tell you, if you don't take it seriously, you will only die miserably!"
He didn't expect to meet those people. What was originally a simple problem became a bit difficult at this moment.
"Their strength is..." Hailuo rubbed his chin with one hand, feeling a little doubt in his heart.
Listening to his tone, those people seemed to be very capable.
It's not that he doubts it, but that he doesn't believe it.
Are those people just full and have nothing to do?
"You don't need to know any of this. Your strength is simply no match for theirs. So, I'm here just to remind you that if you don't prepare a strategy, you'll be killed." The man snorted coldly.
.
He is not here, and everything here is left to Hailuo to handle.
When I came back for the first time today, I met the group of people heading here.
When I saw the man in purple robe, the alarm bell in my heart immediately rang.
If they don't set up traps and think of strategies first, they will only die more miserably.
"Then now..." Hailuo hesitated, and did not finish what he said, but the man already understood the meaning of his words, and suddenly a dark energy hit him: "Trash, you want me for everything.
Come on, what do you do for a living? The prince of the clan is more useless than an ordinary person. No wonder he has been squeezed by the night elves."
"Uh-huh..." Hailuo didn't expect the man to take action suddenly, so he was hit by a palm in the chest. His body trembled unconsciously and he staggered a step.
A trace of blood overflowed from the mouth, which looked a bit abrupt on the white skin.
The hands in the sleeves were slightly clenched, and he lowered his eyes without speaking, but his heart was filled with anger.
This person took action when he said it. Did he know that he didn't dare to fight back, or did he know that he didn't have the strength to fight against him?
The anger in my heart kept boiling, as if it was about to burst out in the next second.
"If you don't have the strength, don't pretend to be the boss. Don't tell me how strong you are now. You can't even kill the few outsiders who came here. Waste is waste. The light elves are in your hands sooner or later.
You will die." The man looked at Hailuo coldly.
Even if he doesn't say it or express it, he can still guess what he is thinking now and what he is angry about.
"Now, what should we do?" Hailuo lowered his head and asked in a low voice.
The life and death of the Bright Clan is what matters.
The rest of the things can be put down for now.
"Their strength is not something you and I can deal with." The man snorted coldly, with a sinister look in his eyes.
"Can't the Scepter of Light be the same?" Don't they still have the Scepter of Light?
"If I could, would I still talk nonsense to you here?" Displeasure flashed in the man's eyes.
The Scepter of Light was only used to deal with the night elves. It had little chance of winning against those people.
"What should we do?" This is not possible, and that is not possible, so what should they do?
The man turned around and looked at the blue sky, with a hint of viciousness in his eyes: "Just capture the woman in white among them, she is the weakness of those people."
So, if you don’t believe that those people still dare to take action.