"So that's it." The elf girl smiled with satisfaction, "The so-called two-spined salamander is a strange fantasy world."
"So, this little girl, can you introduce your identity?" Liming touched the non-existent cold sweat on his forehead. Mondo explained patiently to the other party, but maybe it was an illusion. Liming felt that Mondo was related to
The little girl explained with a hint of warning, just like the Shura scene in some harem manga. When the main palace saw the third party who was inexplicably targeting her man, he immediately showed the majesty of the main palace.
Let the third party retreat when faced with difficulties, so what?! Li Ming raised her forehead. She had seen so many harem comics that she dared to put herself in the position of the male protagonist. She really thought that the high priest was just a decoration, or that the high priest was just a decoration.
Boldly placing it in the position of the wings, thinking about the harem who were restless because of him, he put on a sad and literary smile, then hugged them and said in a deep and vigorous tone that gave him steadfastness and courage, "You are all my wings!"
"I'm just an elf girl who accidentally stumbled into this place. I accidentally met the creator of "Something in a Different Place". That's it. I'm disturbing you. Go ahead. I won't bother you anymore. Oh, that's right, it's true.
Don’t you need me to play the harp for you again? I learned it from Sister Jesseli. It sounds very good.” She raised the harp, and Liming felt the non-existent moisture on her forehead again. She forced a smile and said, “No, slow down.”
Are you leaving or not?
, welcome to play next time, I guess there won’t be another time.” Of course she kept the last words in her heart, she waved her hand with some regret, as if saying goodbye, Mondo silently walked to the side of Liming, held Liming’s hand, and
Liming became more and more uncomfortable. What was Little Meng thinking?! You are already a mature child, why do you still have such a child's temper? However, Liming just held the small, immature little one a little harder.
The strength of the hand.
"Brother Liming, where are you from?" Mundo said to Liming after she left and waited for the two enthusiastic elf guards to leave. The latter touched Mundo's head and whispered, "If I say I
It's just that I come from a far away place, even a place you have never heard of in the entire continent. What would you think of me?" Mondo thought seriously for a while and said, "I will rest assured, since Brother Liming is not from anywhere.
power, then you will be free to take sides in the future, right?"
Liming looked at this little siren who had always been cautious with some surprise. Mundo was very reserved towards the queen, but he loved and respected the high priest. But towards himself, only now did Mundo truly open his heart like a child. Liming
Suddenly, he felt a heavy chain of trust coming from the other party. Dawn was no stranger to this kind of trust, but Xi Ruer's trust was not clearly exposed to a real living little sea monster like this.
, trusting yourself.
"What's wrong? Brother Liming has been very restless since the beginning when the Elf girl came in. Can you tell me the reason?" Mundo's blue eyes reflected him, the cute blue child.
, Haha, Li Ming was a little self-deprecating and said, "Do you believe me when I say that girl came in with a divine weapon?"
"I believe it." Mondo said without hesitation.
"Don't trust others so easily, you will be betrayed. The world outside is complicated." Li Ming looked at Mondo's innocent eyes and said something from the bottom of his heart of an older and fat man.
"But Brother Liming must not be the one who wants to sell me. As for me, Brother Liming can't sell it for much money." At the end of the sentence, Mondo winked playfully, and Liming smiled and said, "Okay, someone like you,
If it is sold, it will definitely be returned because it is too stupid, and the gain outweighs the loss."
"So, I don't like brother Liming's jokes." Meng Duo pouted slightly, and Liming pretended not to hear the other party's "whisper".
"Would you accept it if Mundo was a girl?" **Na said in Liming's ear. Liming always felt strange about the focus of this little guy's attention on questions, but Liming still thought carefully and came up with a profound answer to reply to
This little guy who likes to call himself a warrior, "Hypothetical answers that have no realistic meaning are just a way to kill time."
"Li Ming, do you know that you can be very annoying sometimes?" **Nasha said matter-of-factly.
"I haven't had much chance to socialize with people before, so naturally there is no such thing as being boring. Aren't all warriors a little lonely? Especially you who have the memory of the war gods of the sea clan in the past should have a deep understanding of this.
"?" Scenes of loneliness and helplessness in the past flashed before Li Ming's eyes.
"Li Ming, you don't understand. After all, I am considered a god. I get much more things than you. What you see is just the surface." **Na changed his mind and called himself a warrior regardless of his previous words.
"Stop making trouble, wouldn't it make more sense for me to practice space separation?" Liming regretted it as soon as she said it.
"So, I am a god." **Na said with some pride. Liming put his body weight close to the wall and sat on the bed. Mondo leaned quietly next to Liming and fell asleep. He was a little tired and couldn't sleep.
What's wrong with one and the other? But speaking of it, Mondo and the others should take care of him while he's sleeping, right? Isn't Mundo asleep? I'm sure he is.
Imprisoned in the depths of the prison, without sunlight, the Lion King sat on the cold ground. The rotten and moldy smell should have made him faint with a keen sense of smell, but the Lion King in his prime stood proudly with his golden mane.
head, a door opened in the "squeaky" sealed darkness, and the slightly turbid light let in
It narrowed its eyes and tried to sit up. The heavy black iron chain shook violently. At the end of the chain was a simple stone statue. The gray layer covered the original appearance of the sculpture, and the sculpture was half sunk in the cold and wet soil.
In the middle, someone came, and the bright eyes of the past king stared at the visitor with a sense of scrutiny.
"King, we have won the victory." The skinny Imperial Master walked a few steps and sat directly on the pungent-smelling ground.
"Are you asking for credit from me?" The Lion King lowered his voice a bit and sounded hoarse.
"No, I just said that we orcs have received the dignity we deserve, and the human race is already trembling." The national preceptor showed the old general's sword to the other party.
"Where is the orc's bone and iron?" The Lion King leaned back, and the whole room was shaking.
"It's almost done. I will present it to you when it is actually cast." The conversation between the National Master and the Lion King was very harmonious. If you didn't look at the scene, you would have thought that the monarch and his ministers were handling state affairs harmoniously.
"You don't have to put on such a show. You want to take away my position. It's glorious to use the most direct method among orcs." The Lion King slowly closed his eyes, "You think you can use this method to pry my position."
Determination? Orc warriors will not give their loyalty to weaklings who dare not commit themselves to the battlefield."
"Your Majesty, you will see that I am right. The orcs have lost their spirit under your rule. The Feist Alliance has beaten us to the point of losing everything. Even a despicable race like the slaves dares to crawl on us.
They even try to curry favor with outsiders in an attempt to subvert the orcs’ beliefs!” The National Master’s
The voice became louder and louder, but in the end he stopped again, looked at the sleeping Lion King, silently stood up and walked out of the dusty room. The rare light dimmed inch by inch, and the Lion King snored heavily.
I turned sideways to find a suitable place to blend in with the surroundings.
"This is a country of mercenaries." The young man wearing a patchy and barely passable armor said to the shy juniors. These children have grown up with him and they must not lose their dignity here! "
What is there to be afraid of from Warcraft? The magic core is the core material of magic weapons. The hair of Warcraft is made of
The accessories of equipment and even some organs of Warcraft have different uses. For us mercenaries, having the largest gathering point of Warcraft in the main plane - Berlin Forest is like sitting on a treasure mine. So, here
All the monsters are our treasures, as long as we can get them, we can get countless Feist!"
"Brother Perot, you just said that Warcraft is not scary, but my grandfather always advises us not to get close to Warcraft. He said that getting close to these dangerous things will hurt us, and what's even more frightening is that we may never come back!"
A little girl was timid and cowardly.
"You have grown up and no longer need to be afraid of monsters like before. If you don't believe me, I will kill one and show it to you!" Perot patted his chest.
"Huh? Brother Perot, what is that over there? Why do you seem to hear the cry of a monster?!" Another child shouted, and Perot's eyes shrank. What on earth is going on? This is clearly Berlin.
The outermost part of the forest, the roar with such intensity just now can only be heard from the inner part.
What monsters you can encounter! However, the other children did not understand these and just stared at Brother Perot, waiting for him to perform for him. Perot did not dare to explore the situation on his own in this situation. He grabbed the two nearest children.
Just rush in a certain direction and "Run! Don't look back!"
The long-billed strange bird unfolded its long and shabby wings across the sky that gradually turned into crimson. A wisp of deep color spread in the core of the forest. The roaring Thunder Flame Demon Lion broke out of its territory, and Shuiyi
The rhinoceros broke the thick tree trunk,
A large amount of sawdust was blown up by the strong wind caused by the migration of large herds of deer, and trivial gray-brown dust flew up all over the sky. The dark red mist with a chaotic color was like the panting product of a giant beast swallowing stars, mixed with nostalgia and jealousy for the beautiful world.
.
"Brother Pero, I can't run anymore. Brother Pero, I, I, okay," Pero heard a voice and gradually lost his mind. Pero struggled to let go of the two children at hand, "You run! I'll go and see
Looking after you!" Perot yelled, pausing his steps, his thighs were shaking, but looking at them running, Perot breathed a sigh of relief. In the chaos, he saw a monster with a familiar shadow and a ferocious head and horns.
Taking a somewhat stiff step, he came into view.
"The third devil's door has definitely opened."
The mercenary legends from various mercenary groups gathered together to form a common council. The mercenary country itself has no so-called class similar to a king, but is more like a more gathering mercenary association organization.
The gathering place for the mercenaries was actually a bar. Even they who had become legends in the mercenary world still missed the days when they would gather around a crowded and noisy small bar to talk excitedly about today's profits, so there was such a tradition. On this day, they
I just listened in silence to the brief messages brought back from the front line.
"This is not an opportunity." The legendary mercenary king, Yasen, was the first to say.
"When a hot potato comes to hand, I don't want to peel off a layer of skin." Another legend in the mercenary world said, Panko, the leader of the notorious Jackal mercenary group, scraped off profits like running water and squeezed his team members like water.
Collapse of mountains.
"Finally, are we going to be dragged into the battlefield?" A middle-aged man stood up in the small room. He was wearing patchwork leather armor. The years seemed to ignore him, and there were no wrinkles on his body.
, but his hair is slightly yellow, which is a sign of haggard. He is not the strongest mercenary, but
But he is definitely the leader of the mercenary group with the oldest resume active on the front line. The world has long forgotten his original name. There is only one Red Wolf, the name of his mercenary group. This mercenary group has the longest experience.
The long mercenary group is also the only mercenary group in the main plane that has been awarded the S-level title. (To be continued)