No one cares about your past, as long as you can prove that your current state will last truly and stably for a long time.
I don’t know how to express it. Just seeing these shriveled corpses, Klein felt sick in his heart. His brain was still chaotic. Everything was not very clear. In the fragmentary memory that remained in his consciousness, he seemed to be trying his best to avoid something. However, all of this
All to no avail, a kind of
The predatory desire that was forcefully instilled completely shattered his rationality. After venting it wantonly, he could never return to his original track. Standing in front of him was a middle-aged man or an old man.
, there is a sense of blur about his age, smooth skin, hanging
The old beard and the energetic starry eyes, nothing can illustrate the vagaries of time better than him, as if time is refracted into several segments on him, "You can't speak, but you can still retain consciousness, you succeeded."
, but you also failed, Lord Cerro asked me to take care of you
, but I don’t think you need to be taken care of. According to the previous agreement, I will make some efforts for your sacrifice, so let’s start with the first step, your power.” The old man stretched out his finger, and the strange vortex touched the colorful flowers.
Optical fiber, when the color fluctuation changes to a certain limit
At that moment, a flying shot flew out. Klein subconsciously wanted to block his threat with his hands. However, he realized that his body had undergone irreversible changes. Countless vines were like a swarm of snakes lurking in the night.
After the prey enters the hunting range, it initiates a rapid movement
With his offensive, the beam of light that changed its shape and color actually slowed down when it came into contact with the black and purple rattans that exuded bewitching demonic energy. The old man was a little surprised, but he just clicked it again, and the beam was re-injected with power.
The twisted force pulls away the tough vines
When moving to the limit, with a numbing creaking sound, the rattan broke one after another, and then was pulled into the beam, making the original color darker and darker, and the rattan itself kept wandering back and forth between withering and resurrection.
, and finally exploded after reaching a distance of one meter from Klein.
Exploded, but all this was to no avail. Without the control of Klein's main consciousness, the vines had gathered in front of him to form a thick vine shield. The dense leaves were condensed together, and the overall appearance of the lines was actually the same as that of the others.
The lines on individual leaves are highly overlapping.
The vine shield still maintained its original shape. The outermost layer silently turned into a pile of ashes. However, the vine shield close to the inner layer was not affected by the beam. The old man's expression finally changed, "It's really shocking."
Before he could finish his words, dense vines had quickly rushed out from under the soil deep into the rock formations, turning into a prison of thorns to lock the old man. The inner layer of the prison expanded inward, with barbs growing everywhere, and dark green toxins pouring out.
A frightening color appeared on the surface of the thorns, and deep color particles quietly adhered to the surface of the vines. When the old man saw the confused Kraven, he sighed deeply in his heart, and a dazzling light shield appeared, resisting the compression of the poison cage.
This place has long been occupied by vines, and there is no so-called space for outsiders. The old man can use his soul power to detect countless unidentifiable plants on the ground that are entangled like a group of snakes.
"No! No way!" Klein pressed his brain, his body trembled uncontrollably, and the rattan shook repeatedly, as if resisting something, and the prison's inward speed also slowed down a bit. The old man took the opportunity to break open the prison, and stretched out his hand to hold it.
, Klein was grabbed by a huge palm condensed with magic power. When the old man thought, the surroundings were dyed with a quiet gray-white color, like a shadow that was forcibly suspended.
Staring, beads of sweat oozed from the old man's forehead. It was obvious that maintaining such a powerful domain was also a kind of pressure for him. Klein completely lost his resistance. The cane was still trembling slightly, as if he might break free at any time. The old man did not dare to continue.
To test, he directly grabbed Klein and left the crowded underground room. On the ground, the collapsed corpses were still silently talking about something.
"We don't need to accept such a poisonous gift," the young man said when he saw the purple-black wrapped alchemist in the old man's hand, waiting in front of the underground opening. He had known about some of Klein's unusual behaviors for a long time, or
He said that everything in this city is in his eyes, because he is a lost race, the Feathered Race. There were people who could not tell the difference between the Feathered Race and the Angel Race.
No, later on, after that glorious era when the entire race admired gorgeous colors was destroyed overnight, people finally saw clearly that the glory of the Feathered People could be tarnished, and those ugly flying demon prototypes were the ancestors of the fallen Feathered People.
, and angels judge alone and die without falling. Some scholars believe that the so-called angel is just an empty space with a gorgeous appearance and excellent combat power.
Shell, because only in this way can we explain why in the invasion of all races that have been corrupted by the abyss and turned into demons, there has never been a precedent of an angel degenerating into a demon. Not even one has studied the immortality of the law of the abyss.
Researchers believe that the reason why demons can induce the corruption of living beings is because of emotions. As long as there is a life, it will have an instinct to resist external changes in order to maintain its own existence.
Yes, demons achieve transformation by twisting this instinct and changing life forms through the powerful law of the abyss, while angels seem to never be able to complete the induction of this instinct. This is the main argument why angels are regarded as emotionless killing machines.
, even though the Holy Light Church has stated that it does not allow any form of slandering the great will of the Holy Spirit, the seeds of this doubt have long been buried deep in the main plane.
"Well, do you think we can survive this crisis just relying on the power of the Holy Light Church? You underestimate the determination of the orcs. Beamon, a powerful race left over from ancient blood, has been mobilized. They are not just whims. They are
I really want to do something. Although under my superficial eyes, I can't yet see the true thoughts of these seemingly barbaric big men, but,
Two main cities have fallen in succession, and both were guarded by the pride of First. I don't dare to have the slightest doubt, and I don't want to be judged by some outsiders. Getting angry will spoil your temper.
We already know how powerful this thing is, so just hold on tight." The city lord left these words and carried Klein directly to his mansion.
This is a newcomer. There is no doubt that the rules between mercenaries do not seem so unfamiliar to these two newcomers. The mercenaries were initially arrogant when the two newcomers discovered the long-lost group of Warcraft one after another.
Once the traces are gone, they will disappear, and you will risk walking at the front of the road,
They showed as much caution as a weak person can do. However, this father and son are still not the ones in the team who can hold their heads high and say this. The mercenaries know very well that when the value of the Warcraft is discovered, they will
Being abandoned is the rule of the Wild Wolf Mercenary Group.
Exploring the traces of monsters is like a weak ant trying to locate the anteater. If you are not careful, you will be torn into pieces by these impatient monsters. This is not an exaggeration, just a cold reality, so no mercenaries will laugh at their ridiculousness.
Being cautious, they held their breath, waiting for the messy monster footprints to be discovered again. These monster footprints appeared very discontinuously, sometimes
It would take thousands of meters to find another one, just like these stubborn monsters can teleport through space, or travel through space? Think about it, a group of people generally reaches five meters in length, and the number exceeds thousands with high-level combat power.
The monsters suddenly appeared thousands of meters away due to the effect of space teleportation. This was no less dramatic than a group of gorillas riding on a high-speed train.
The hunters are already trying their best to control their pace, but all this has long been meaningless. The sound of their heavy breathing due to excessive tension cannot be hidden. The scattered footprints vaguely exude the aura of their masters, even the children of the hunters.
They also saw clearly that the group of Warcraft was about to appear in front of them. Finally, when the mercenaries were so serious that they were about to suffocate, a voice came, "I never expected that you would find them so quickly."
Here, Hunter King, you are indeed a qualified hunter. Take your children and leave. The life of a mercenary is not suitable for you. Pay more attention to your surroundings." Everyone suddenly trembled and raised their eyebrows.
At first, they saw their leader standing on the sea of clouds. The tiny black dot was enough to give them a sense of security. The middle-aged man with the only dignity in his heart silently held the reluctant boy.
leave.
Watching them leave, thousands of thoughts flashed through the hearts of the mercenaries. The roar of beasts coming from the distance had an inexplicable ethereal feeling, as if through the gauze, everything became hazy. The Wild Wolf Mercenary Group knew that this was a kind of mist.
Opportunities may also be disasters. High-level monsters may fall into a rare state of collective weakening after a battle for resources. Their fur, magic cores, and bones are all priceless, and once their station is discovered,
That
The remains of the remaining monsters that were too late to be eaten are also an asset that makes even the A-level mercenary groups jealous. This is why the Wild Wolf Mercenary Group is always trying to find these out-of-control beasts with bad tempers and high lethality.
Ambitious senior mercenary groups like the Wild Wolf Mercenary Group also wanted to do similar things, but only the Wild Wolf Mercenary Group succeeded. The reason was due to the impact of other events, so it is not convenient to go into details.
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The hunter king pulled him and ran towards the station without looking back. The boy was a little at a loss because during those few days of getting along, the mercenaries did not seem to be much better than his father, and they even made many violations of the forest.
The act of hunting the law made him doubt the image of these powerful and intelligent mercenaries who were described in the past. The boy thought
He is already very close to his dream. Even if he just stays a little longer and gives him more combat training, he can become one of those amazing mercenaries. However, today, his dream suddenly disappeared, and he is still the most respected.
The commander of the regiment put it out with his own hands. He bit his lip and clenched his fists tightly, "Father, am I really not suitable to be a mercenary?"
"Run! Get out of here!" The man who could always hold up the sky in the past was so useless now. A trace of disgust arose in the boy's heart, and he forcibly held the man's hand, "Father! Why! We have escaped from all this! Why do we still have to let go?"
I feel the incompetence of a lost dog who was driven out of the house!" The boy who had always been timid and hiding behind men also found his courage after coming into contact with those unattainable mercenaries in just a few days.
"You want to know the reason?!" The man gasped. Only then did the boy realize that the man was incredibly weak at the moment, and he felt bad in his heart.
"You can go back, you just go to die. You are still too immature, so you lack understanding of everything happening around you. You see that they can do it, so you think you can do it too!"
"Then father, why can't I! You taught me to be brave and to become the pillar of the village!"
"If we were left on the battlefield here as logistics personnel with insufficient combat power, how would we return to the garrison of the Wild Wolf Mercenary Group? How will you hold your chest high in the future! Do you think you can defeat Warcraft now?"
"Me," the boy was about to say, then he recalled that it seemed that he had never really participated in the battle along the way. That man was wandering around in a battlefield that did not belong to him, just to get a share of the loot every time he cleared it.
Cheap food, the boy has been looking towards these brave
Sa's mercenaries asked for advice, but they never found that the man silently wrapped the scars on his back with rags. He was old. Even if he was a demon, the man was not a qualified demon. His luck was only to deal with
He has a relatively keen sense of magic power, and this talent, which is not outstanding, saved the lives of two people.
"Now that we are leaving here, we will enter here again. You can choose to be a logistics officer in an ordinary mercenary group and slowly hone yourself. You can also go here with me to collect medicines. Maybe this
This job will not last long and will be dangerous, no
After we get the funds, we can escape to the second and third tier towns of the mercenary country and open a simple store. If we had not left just now, but stayed there as a temporary replenishment logistics staff for the Wild Wolf Mercenary Group,
Or to put it more nicely, go back to the garrison, what do you think?
Can you still hold your head high?! That's enough. I was wrong. I was wrong in thinking that I could bring you to a good team to slowly climb and learn. I was also wrong. I was wrong in letting you live.
Early on, when I had no strength, I got used to the strength of others and ignored my own weakness.
The capital you have to talk to me now may be considered courage, but you are really too immature. Let's go. You will definitely become an outstanding mercenary in the future, as long as you are willing." The man turned around.
, his voice seemed to have lost its previous edge.
"Hiss!" The tranquility of the flaming Berlin Forest was broken by the roar of the monster, and the man patted the boy on the shoulder.
"Originally, I wanted to take you with me for a few more years, and I wanted to watch you grow up, but unfortunately, you are always ungrateful. Remember, you are a man. You must stick to your own path, no matter what others say.
More is not a choice you make, it determines you
The only one who can go on or not is you!" The man grabbed the two swords at his waist, and the monsters with red eyes jumped out of the flames. Their bodies were constantly changing like incorporeal sparks, "These are just the lowest levels.
of Warcraft, they
Corroded by the law of the abyss, all your sanity has been lost. Boy, don't you want to be a mercenary? Look!" The man's arms were covered with a layer of black light like black iron, and the blade sank. It was a sign that the solid fighting spirit strengthened the weapon.
, fighters cannot be like mages
To carry out long-range strikes, so in order to protect themselves, during their long-term exploration, they also explored a series of tactics that condense soldiers with fighting spirit that has the same effect as magician enchantment. There is no distinction between these tactics, just whether they are suitable or not.
That’s all.
The man jumped up, and two sharp swords instantly killed the two monsters that rushed in front of him, but it was meaningless. The monsters were endless. When the boy saw the man standing under the red tide, he was at a loss. Two monsters rushed to him.
The monster suddenly rushed behind him. The boy was frightened and frightened. The man threw a short knife and penetrated the head of a monster.
He took a step across and inserted the short blade in his hand into the head of another monster. However, the boy couldn't be happy because the man couldn't protect himself. The moment he protected the boy, countless bloody flowers burst out.
Sticking under those defeated teeth, red spread out, and the world seemed to dim, with only these deep colors.
"Fight out, as a hunter or a mercenary." The man put the only blade in his hand to the boy's hand and slowly fell down. There was nothing he could do. The boy trembled and waved like crazy.
Double blades, the beasts are constantly attacking the thin blade, the boy feels
Feeling the cold feeling of loss spreading on his back, he couldn't protect himself and turned around, but to no avail. He felt that he was about to die, but his consciousness became clearer and clearer. As the souls under the sword in his hands accumulated more and more
, he became increasingly unable to control the desire in his heart, Demon, come back!
At some point, his eyes had turned crimson, and bright crimson patterns flowed out from the dark blade, like a grand sacrifice to the gods on a sacrificial platform in the prosperous age. The blood behind his back was deepening, and he was getting weaker and weaker, but his hands
The blade of the knife became more and more flexible, as if it had its own soul. He walked forward tiredly, with warm liquid splashing on his face, as if he was on a warm sunset bay, and the soft water lapped at his legs.
He still rushed to the beach. Looking back, the direction of the swarming monsters had not changed. They just happened to appear on the path that the group of monsters was about to cross. When he became more and more indifferent, these bloodthirsty monsters also
The more you could feel the fear of long-lost blood solidifying into ice slag, but their direction did not change. The man turned around, broke a blade with his bare hands, threw it into the rolling blood-red tide, and walked alone into the distance.
"Ling Ming, let's go back."
This was the suggestion of Kevin Kirsch who had been on the road for three consecutive days. Liming did have this plan. In that big change, the direction of escape was not something he could decide at all. He was stationed at the temporary station in the Berlin Forest.
The A-level mercenaries finally took over the battle before the situation got further out of control. Li
Ming didn't have time to appreciate the ancient laws that could distort the dawn of time in his mind with just a few movements. Mountains rose from the surface of the earth to block the fire demon's pursuit. The long bow that penetrated the sun lifted a long bow that was thousands of kilometers wide.
The wind and flame clouds even disappeared into the crimson sky for a short time, and the thunder and lightning nooses were also
The fire was forced to dissipate among the dense and towering vines like a forest, and the dead atmosphere hidden under the sky disappeared. It was as if the horror of the undead breaking the long-standing rules and trying to cross to the main plane had never happened. However, even so, when
Demonic beasts of level five and above trampled the mountains, washed away the trees, and made the rugged
The torrent of steel formed by the horns even forced the A-class mercenaries who had long lived in the legend of combat power to avoid direct collision with them. These monsters were both disaster and wealth, so a long finishing work began. In the chaos, the fire
The abnormality of the collective annihilation of the demons was naturally completely covered up.
After finally gathering the team members, Liming found that he had lost the original coordinates, and the noisy skeleton was also missing. Kevin Kexi thoughtfully proposed that he could go directly back to the Tide Tide Headquarters, because he could no longer let his strength compare with him here.
It's not that Tide Tide is very powerful to reap any possible benefits, the intervention of A-level mercenaries means that they can't sit still. (To be continued)