Throne of Shadows

"Yes, we were enemies at that time." Looking at the tall and burly Vegeta in front of him, thinking about the crazy deeds of rushing to tens of thousands of orcs alone that day, Dongchen took a deep breath and held the knife against his shoulder: " Let's go, take a turn first."

Two figures, one big and one small, one tall and one short, walked forward slowly, and the shining moonlight sprinkled on the earth, pulling their figures towards the surface of the lake, and the water flowed and shimmered.From time to time, a boring fish would jump out of the water, hit a slap and then fall back, and the two violent figures twisted from time to time.

"Vegeta, who was that person that day?" Looking around aimlessly, he suddenly recalled the figure of Dongchen in the wind that day, and his heart trembled.That kind of power, that kind of strength, is really desperate.

Is that the heavenly rank?

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

"Never seen it before?" Frowning slightly, the alloy knife on his shoulder paused: "Then why did he kill your people?"

"do not know."

Another one doesn't know.

Turning his head away, Dongchen looked at Vegeta who was gnashing his teeth with a fierce look in his eyes, and knew that he was not lying.

However, since I don't know each other.Then, why would such a powerful existence kill people for no reason?

Is it because it is not pleasing to the eye?Or 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 Dong Chen with a strange expression on his face, Vegeta's monkey face was blood red: "You fucked the saint, do you want me to send her back to die? Master Longa's order is to protect Ai Wei Son, it's not about harming her."

"Death?"

Vegeta weighed the alloy stick in the hole: "Yes, die. In order to continue, our orc clan, under the guidance of God of War, adopted the method of intermarriage of various races, and the Beamon clan was born."

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

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

The steps he took staggered, and Dongchen cursed in his heart: "This is called the king? The whole bastard."

Of course, if you think so in your heart, you can't say so on the surface.

"It sounds very powerful, but it is so powerful that there must be shortcomings. There is nothing absolutely perfect in the world."

"You are very smart." Vegeta stared at Dong Chen meaningfully: "Beamon was born because of human genes, and beast genes of different races rarely give birth to offspring. But it is precisely because of this that all Beamon face The threat of genetic collapse."

Vegeta swung his stick angrily, 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're great."

"Yes, it's great!" Vegeta puffed up his chest proudly: "Beamon's pride is the orc's pride."

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

"You really want me to go back?" Vegeta stopped, his big eyes widening.

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

"You want to know?"

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

Vegeta stared at Dongchen carefully, turned around and continued to walk forward. After a while, he explained in a deep voice: "The prophecy, the prophecy of the tortoise prophet. The great tortoise prophet predicted that our orc clan saint will be in the ancestors In the place of eternal sleep, I met the demon who led my family to a strong victory."

"Prophecy! Saint? Demon?" Dongchen rubbed his nose and looked at his toes for a long time before raising his head again: "I am that demon?"

"It should be." Vegeta replied without looking back.

Dongchen looked at him brightly: "Yes, yes, no, no, what should be?"

Vegeta stopped in his tracks.

"That is."

"Why?" The three cold words, without the casualness just now, only endless coldness.

Vegeta felt the murderous intent, the soaring murderous intent!His body stiffened in an instant, cold sweat drenched the back of his clothes, and he didn't even dare to turn his head.

"tell me!"

The blades of grass were blown by the bloody aura, the night wind and killing intent collided, and the turbulence of the collapse stirred up everywhere.

"The saint lost her virginity, and the ground was covered with blood." Vegeta turned around slowly with red eyes, and said in a low and hoarse voice, "This is the prophecy of the spirit turtle prophet. Otherwise, why do you think Master Longa would let We follow you? Follow you dirty human reptile!"

"Finally, tell the truth?" Looking contemptuously at the orangutan who was lying down in front of him, the alloy knife on Dongchen's shoulder turned dark red little by little: "Prophecy? Just because of a bullshit prophecy, you can follow I?"

The gray and white sword flashed across the grass, and a few drops of blood fell down. Dong Chen stood facing the wind: "I, no, believe it."

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

Green grass, quiet lake, waning moon.

One person and one beast face each other across the wind.

Mu Ran, the desolate moonlight dimmed, and the two raised their heads almost at the same time...

"what is that?"

The fleeting figure, although only for a short moment, is enough to arouse alertness.

Looking at each other, the two guys who were about to go all out rushed out.

"I believe you for the time being, although I don't believe in any prophecies at all." While running and glaring at Vegeta, Dongchen put his toes hard, and his speed immediately increased sharply.

"Fack, suspicious human reptile, the greatness of the Prophet cannot be doubted." Using hands and feet together, jumping and jumping, Vegeta followed closely behind Dongchen.

The two aimed directly at the camp.

But when they arrived, the battle had already started.

Begobold collapsed, spitting blood from the corner of his mouth, Christina was wearing a shining armor to protect the two sick patients, Bujie and four orangutans scattered around.

"spread!"

With a scream, ripples visible to the naked eye descended from the sky, and Dong Chen rolled over in an instant.

Sand, stones and weeds rushed towards his face, Dongchen squinted, his face ached.Looking through a gap, a deep pit with a radius of one meter has been blasted out of the place where he stood just now.

"What is it?"

"Bat, big bat."

How big can a bat be?Big slap?

Thinking of the black shadow that just passed away, Dongchen hated the civilization crisis battle 800 years ago even more.

What did those lunatics do back then?

The silent attack came quietly again.

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

Once again escaping the crisis, Dongchen finally saw clearly how big the big bat Christina was talking about...