A young man riding on a green kite put his hand in front of his mouth and yelled at the kite knight in front of him who passed by him and flew forward with his head lowered: "Be careful! You almost hit me.
Get to me!"
"You can just avoid it!"
An impatient voice came from the front.
Huh? What are you doing? It was obviously you who almost hit me——
An inexplicable anger arose in the young man's heart, and his fingers holding the reins suddenly tightened.
His body was shaking with rage and his teeth were clenched.
Just a few seconds later, he couldn't help but draw his sword and slash at it.
But, no—
Even driven by the inexplicable mania in his heart, he finally swallowed the provocation again.
That bastard Alan...if the instructor wasn't his uncle...
The young man imagined that if he could have a bigger backstage, he would jump over and cut off the grandson's knees with a sword. He wanted to see how he could stand in front of him without his legs... Even if the instructor was
His biological father will never go to heaven in this life.
At that time, he waited for his uncle to come to trouble him aggressively, and then moved his backstage lightly, and saw him kneeling on the ground in fright. Not to mention that he was causing trouble for himself, the instructor would not even beat Alan when he returned.
possible.
Just thinking about the scene of Alan being pinned to the ground and kicked by the instructor, wailing and begging for mercy, the young man felt a sense of joy in his heart... If he could stab him with a sword, poke him out of his stomach, and then kick him.
It would be better if you step on his chest hard.
Imagining what he could do if he had the power, this young man who had just stepped into the bronze level felt physically and mentally comfortable.
This is how it should be. He is a genius. A genius who can break through the human limit of black iron and advance to bronze.
When you advance to Silver in your 30s or 40s, you can become the captain of a party. Silver-level experts can have a big house after retiring. And they can have knighthoods, and maybe they can get some handymen and
Maid and so on... By that time, I will be a serious knight lord. Then I will marry two or three wives, I will have meat to eat without having to hunt, and I will have money to spend without having to work. Everyone will have to call themselves lord.
, I have nothing to do and wander around the city every day, walking slowly and looking at the tired people, and then loudly discussing with the housekeeper whether to eat grilled fish with lemon juice or roasted goose with Masiya in the evening... It feels so good.
While the young man was constructing the life he wanted in his mind, he couldn't help but have a smile on his face.
But at this moment, a huge impact suddenly came from his side, causing the young man to flip over and roll several times in the air before he stabilized.
He almost fell directly from the sky. If he hadn't subconsciously pinched Cuiyuan's wings and neck at the last moment, he would have been smashed to pieces without any other discussion.
Frightened, cold sweat instantly soaked his back. The young man immediately woke up from his delusion.
His nervous calves almost cramped, and now he couldn't exert any strength below the knees.
He finally reacted to Cuiyuan's continuous shrill whines. He tried to relax his tightly clenched hands. His fingers were already stiff, and he could even hear a crunching sound when he opened them.
.As his fingers relaxed, some wet emerald green hair slowly fell down between his fingers, and the root of his right wing was already faintly congested. It looked like it had been torn by him.
"Watch the road, Nalo!"
While the young man was still dazed, a rebuke suddenly ignited the anger in his heart.
The fear of being on the verge of death, the fear of escaping from dangerous situations, and the previous jealousy towards Alan completely broke out, completely destroying Naluo's sanity.
"What did you say? Say it fucking again!"
Naluo roared. Regardless of the injury of his own Cuiyuan, he urged it to catch up.
He just yelled hoarsely from behind: "You almost hit me to death!"
"Huh? Are you kidding me? It's obviously you who's standing in front of me!"
The rider in front turned around and shouted to him impatiently: "I almost fell off because of you!"
"You don't have eyes? Can't you just hide away?"
"Who doesn't have eyes? You're such a stupid pig that you've got shit in your head!"
"Say that again fucking!"
"You want to fucking die, don't you?"
As the man in front turned his head with a red face and eyes burning with anger, and drew out the short bow from his back, Naluo pulled out the long sword from his waist with a grin, and took a sip of phlegm next to him.
"Rush over!"
He ordered loudly to his Cuiyuan in a hoarse voice, and waved the short knife in his hand sickly towards the person who bumped into him. His fingers were trembling violently with excitement, and the roots of his teeth were even slightly numb: "I am today
I must chop you to death!"
"It's not certain who will kill whom, stupid pig!"
The man who was pounced on by Naluo also sneered and pulled out a few grooved poison arrows from his back, and placed his trembling fingers on the short bow.
However, neither of them noticed that their and each other's pupils had become cloudy, and there were faint black lines spreading on their foreheads.
As the Kite Knights had an inexplicable dispute, there was also a fierce quarrel in the wizard tower on the ground.
It was originally just an ordinary academic question, but it was inexplicably brought up with some old disputes, and everyone got into an explosion for no apparent reason.
The wizards were all so noisy that they blushed and had thick necks. The repeater mode and the five-jet-per-second mode were fully activated. They completely lost the elegance of the wizards. The topic had even flown far away from the issue they were arguing about at the beginning, and it was impossible to talk about it.
return.
However, unlike those Kite Knights who fought together one by one, the wizards never really started fighting.
However, on their foreheads, dark marks spread rapidly, their eyes gradually turned into hazy yellow vertical pupils, and their fingernails began to turn into a gem-like crystal hazy yellow.
Some great wizards have realized that something is wrong. However, their violently beating hearts that almost fly out make them feel dizzy. The pressure on their hearts becomes more and more intense, and their chests begin to hurt, but they still feel like they can't breathe.
Except for a handful of great wizards who felt the situation was bad and directly used witchcraft to escape from the crowd, all the other wizards focused their attention on the quarrel, and the situation was completely out of control.
The strange thing is that they never started fighting.
But what was different from the symptoms of those warriors was that the black lines on their foreheads began to spread rapidly. The color also began to get darker, and finally almost the entire forehead turned into a black band. From a distance, it looked like a band.
Like a black turban.
The first person to undergo a change was a short and thin wizard apprentice. This little man looked like someone easy to bully, but he roared like a mad dog. In just a moment, the black lines on his forehead started to grow.
Already completely covered.
After he was pushed, a sudden change occurred. The muscles all over the little man's body swelled and exploded. His height nearly doubled, but he could only bend over and could not straighten up at all.
His deformed bones were covered with bone spurs, piercing out from his back, knees and elbow joints. His mouth was drooling, and his eyes had snake-like yellow vertical pupils.
He roared and grabbed a tall wizard who had been standing next to him, and the huge cane that had grown in size directly grabbed his head. Then this "little wizard" obviously didn't know how to fight. He just squeezed like this
He grabbed the tall wizard's head, threw him directly to the ground, clenched his hands into fists and hit him hard, stood up and kicked him, and finally jumped up and hit him directly.
In just a few minutes of ravage, this mutated monster crushed the tall wizard into pieces.
At the same time, there are wizards who have grown four arms, wizards who have wings and scales, wizards who can breathe fire and turn into the color of lava... What they have in common is that all monsters are created by wizards.
What has changed is that both the Blue Wing Rangers and the riders are just fighting together with their red eyes and turbid pupils.
Among these monsters, the higher the level of wizards, the stronger the monsters they turn into. However, there seem to be very few exceptions. Or, it can be said...the higher their bloodline attributes, the stronger the monsters they turn into.
It will also become stronger.
At this time, only one night had passed since Elcard set up the plague.
"This is what His Highness Roland said...'something that will cause a little confusion'?"
Elucard looked at the town from a distance where order was beginning to collapse. He twitched the corner of his mouth and made no comment on Roland's statement.
Of course she didn't know how mutable the new plague was.
Taking the people of a small town as a base, in just one night, the plague named "mania" by Roland has undergone a terrible mutation - (To be continued.) Mobile phone users please visit http://m.piaotian.
