The Merry Evil Emperor of Another World

Chapter 827 Fighting with Companions
The huge gray vortex moved towards Chu Mo.

The storm blew up.

The gray light was erupting, shining on the earth, and Chu Mo tightly protected his eyes with both hands.

Not far away, Hans stood aside roaring, his eyes tightly closed, obviously, he was also afraid of the gray light.

I don't know how long it has passed, maybe it's just a moment, maybe it's been as long as a century.

The gray vortex finally stopped its dazzling light.

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Chu Mo felt the light around him decrease. He carefully moved his hands away, revealing a small slit. He slowly opened his eyes, looked around through the slit, and saw Hans standing not far away, closing his eyes tightly. His eyes were closed, but from his gradually trembling eyeballs, it was not difficult to see that Hans was about to open his eyes.

Exhaling lightly, Chu Mo lowered his eyes and casually looked to the right, only to see a tall and strong orc, with long flaxen hair casually draped behind his strong back, flaxen eyes staring closely at this place, Both thick and powerful hands hold a huge battle axe.

"Iaquinta..." Chu Mo gasped and said slowly.

Chu Mo obviously didn't expect that Iaquinta, who hadn't seen him for a while, and who was the new patriarch of the orc clan, would appear here.

Looking at Iaquinta's bulging muscles that were about to explode, and the huge double axes that were shining coldly, he felt a cold wind behind him, and it was cold!

"Cough... what day is it today! Are you all here to kill me?" Chu Mo coughed lightly, trying to wake up the two teammates in front of him, and said awkwardly.

Chu Mo answered with two huge roars, and the attack of two giant axes and an iron staff.

"Hey, don't you guys want to play for real? Cardi just thought about it and left!" Chu Mo hurriedly jumped back, saying non-stop.

However, Hans and Iaquinta did not listen to his words!

Hans went crazy, using light magic indiscriminately, such as light arrows, light bombs, and light balls, and shot towards Chu Mo without interruption, holding the iron staff tightly with both hands and attacking quickly.

On the other side, Iaquinta roared, his flaxen eyes gradually turned red, murderous aura boiled all around him, he held two giant axes in his hands, and he slashed at him from a long distance, accompanied by a large number of With the yellow light, the giant ax easily cut through the thick branch that Chu Mo was standing on just now.

It's just that the branch the three of them are standing on at the moment is very huge, like a huge wooden aircraft carrier.

Chu Mo realized that there was no way for him to escape so passively. He immediately stabilized his figure and waved his hands lightly. Those seemingly weak palms exuded a vigorous energy.

"Try my Wudang Cotton Palms!" Chu Mo looked at the two big men rushing towards him, stretched out his palms, and shouted loudly.

Immediately, a surge of true energy directly hit the two people who wanted to charge.

"Tear!" A sharp sound suddenly sounded, and Chu Mo looked, only to see that the two palms he just struck were split alive by Hans and Iaquinta.

Right now, these two killing gods are rushing towards Chu Mo with a murderous look.

"Aren't you..." Chu Mo's heart tightened, and he just opened his mouth.

I just feel that the murderous aura has trapped me, and I can't move my body at all.

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Seeing Hans' iron staff and Iaquinta's ax directly hit his chest.

'Pfft' Chu Mo only felt a huge pain in his chest, his throat was sweet, and he spit out a big mouthful of blood, and his vision began to blur. In an instant, it seemed that his body was falling rapidly. close.

The voices of Hans and Iaquinta seem to be heard in the ear, but the voice is loud and quiet, far and near, Chu Mo can't hear clearly at all, his head is getting heavier and heavier, and finally Chu Mo fell into a coma.

A long time seems to have passed.

Chu Mo woke up slowly, and saw him lying on a small table, looking around muddy, and saw people drinking all around, and not far away was a hotel owner who was pouring wine, here is a pub?
Chu Mo tried to stand up, but he found that his feet were weak and his head was dizzy.

"What's going on with me?" Chu Mo muttered to himself after patting his aching head vigorously.

"Drink, drink...haha" the people around were still singing and shouting loudly, drinking the ale in their cups.

'Crackling' a heavy, sharp voice sounded.

It came from the door with an icy breath that could freeze people quickly.

The drinking people fell silent, and they looked at the entrance of the tavern.

'Step...step...step...'

Footsteps sounded, and the visitor only took three steps.

But those three steps still resounded in the hearts of everyone. Everyone felt that their hearts were about to reach their throats. What kind of steps were those?
Icy.

This is a young man dressed in black with a long sword on his back.

This young man was extremely cold, his long brown hair was casually draped behind his head, his sharp eyes were very cold, extremely cold, and he was looking around the tavern at this time, as if he was looking for something.

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The next moment he stopped his cold glance, but his cold gaze stayed on Chu Mo.

Looking at the extremely cold gaze, feeling the surrounding situation, Chu Mo's mind seemed to be exploding with sharpness.

"Here...how is this the first time I saw Nabalu's tavern here?" Chu Mo murmured palely, looking at the cold young man opposite him.

Looking at Chu Mo, the cruel young man was Nabalu, his cold gaze seemed to cut Chu Mo's body as deeply as a sharp sword.

"Balu, why are you here?" Chu Mo tried hard to stabilize his heart that was rising and falling rapidly, and could only ask in the calmest voice he thought.

"Kill!" A strange expression appeared on Nabalu's face, the corners of his mouth moved, and he finally spit out a word.

Immediately, the surrounding air was frozen, and Nabalu slowly raised his right hand, and slowly touched the long sword behind him. At this time, his sharp and cold eyes were staring at Chu Mo, as if Like a leopard locked on its prey.

"What's the matter with me? Why do I meet my comrades everywhere and be hunted down by them?" Chu Mo shook his head feebly, and murmured as he tried his best to stand still.

(End of this chapter)