Extraordinary Bloodline Integration

A voice familiar to Dorothy sounded from behind, and then a hand was pressed on her shoulder, and at the same time, a soft but not dazzling light was lit.

The holy light is constantly healing Dorothy's wound, making it stop bleeding and heal.

But Mo Cheng also felt that there was something in Dorothy's body that suppressed her magic power, something that the Holy Light could not interfere with.

"It's you?"

Surprised, suspicious, unbelievable, it's hard to believe that a person's eyes can express so many emotions in a short period of time, "Why are you here?"

Dorothy's injuries were no longer serious. After confirming that the other party would not die suddenly like this, he walked up to Dorothy and protected her behind him.

"I heard that there is a very good restaurant here in Bozeko, and I plan to come over to treat you to dinner."

He found an excuse casually, and lightly answered the questions of the people behind him. He didn't say that this was the task of Principal Muzel.

Because the task has almost failed, speaking out will only be met with ridicule.

Mo Cheng's mood at the moment is not good enough to say this matter calmly.

On the contrary, he is very angry now, not just ordinary.

"be careful…"

The extremely weak words, after Dorothy tried her best to remind her, she passed out.

Seeing the reinforcements after persisting for a long time, her tense nerves were relaxed, and she lost consciousness and passed out in an instant.

Before Mo Cheng got in touch with the delegation, this very important task for him failed inexplicably, and even on his way, the delegation suddenly died, and then it failed like that up.

Mo Cheng didn't do anything during the whole mission, but it just failed.

It wasn't because the traitor was too cunning, but because of the assassination of a group of completely inexplicable guys.

How could this make Mo Cheng not feel angry?

How could this calm him down?

The last time he encountered such an inexplicable thing was in the longest-running MM game, someone threw a natural disaster and plague into Stormwind City.

At that time, Mo Cheng, who spent a lot of effort to complete the task, returned to the city and was about to hand in the task. When he repaired the equipment by the way, he found that the person who sent the task was gone, and the person who repaired the equipment was gone. All died from the plague infection.

Instead of hostile tribes attacking and slaughtering the city, a group of players looking for fun spread the plague to the main city.

Then his mission is lost because of other people's fun.

"Are you interested in telling me who sent you out?"

Mo Cheng spoke calmly without the slightest tone, facing the crowd of followers, "I'm curious, who is it?"

But there was no answer, and the followers looked at Mo Cheng with dead eyes.

No matter who the person in front of him was or why he appeared here, the moment he stepped into this jungle, he was doomed to die.

It is impossible for the trackers to stay alive and let things leak.

Not only would they not be able to answer Mo Cheng's questions, but they would also resolve the person who asked the question, making the question always just a question.

Moved!

The pursuers looked like startled snakes, like spirited deer in the forest, disappearing for a moment, and when they found them, they could only see the smoldering appearance.

Eyes, throat, temples, heart, spine, lower body, sudden explosions, all attacking the weak points of the human body.

Exquisite skills, seamless cooperation, and sudden attacks are enough to dismember any strong man.

The trackers have hunted the so-called strong men more than once, and in their eyes, this time will be the same.

But the facts tell them that this time is different.

The first was a pursuer who stabbed Mo Cheng in the back of the head with a short sword from behind. He only felt the temperature drop rapidly, so low that he couldn't help shivering.

Then his hands and feet were so cold that he lost consciousness, and then he saw his whole body was blue and white, his blood was frozen into ice, and split open from the inside out.

The tracker didn't know anything, and before he could react, he was deprived of his body temperature and life.

At that moment, it was frozen and cracked into a mass of red ice slag.

"First."

As the words fell, Mo Cheng made a move.

The second [Lucky Man] selected by Mo Cheng, flames started to emerge from inside him, and then the flames exploded with a "boom" as if meeting oil, enveloping the whole body of that [Lucky Man].

No, no, not an outside-in package.

Instead, from the inside out, raging flames emerge from every pore, the flames are enough to melt steel and rocks, the mere human body...

Only the fly ash is left.

"the second."

After Mo Cheng killed two in a row, the other pursuers finally reacted and forcibly restrained their forward tendency, but there were one or two people who were too far ahead or weak in strength, so they didn't That ability restrains itself.

I couldn't stop myself from running towards death.

Mo Cheng didn't even raise his hands, he just looked at the two idiots who couldn't control themselves.

With his thought, power appeared, and gave death to the two fools.

A painful death.

Light!

The cold, powerful light that repelled all darkness destroyed the two trackers from the cellular level.

It was a slow and painful process. The cells of the two trackers began to be destroyed by the holy light one by one. When each cell was destroyed, they felt the pain of death.

The number of cells in a person's body means how many times they will die and enter hell.

"what!

!

! "

Even the tracker who had undergone rigorous training couldn't control himself, opened his mouth and screamed.

But all they could do was cry, and go on to a long, torturous death.

When all the cells in their body are destroyed, a redemptive death will be merciful to them.

With the screams of the two trackers who were slowly dying as the background sound, Mo Cheng looked at the three remaining trackers.

"Tell me, who sent you here? Those who answer will die quickly."

For Mo Cheng, the triggering of each task is rare and precious, so no matter how bad he is at this type of task, he will use his greatest strength to complete it.

But this time, under the premise that he didn't make any mistakes~www.readwn.com~ His mission was forcibly destroyed.

Cutting off a person's wealth is like killing his parents, cutting off his mission...

Mo Cheng can only turn these people into tasks.

But no one answered, the three of them looked at each other, turned and fled in three directions respectively.

"I like tough guys."

As soon as he raised his hand, the power of the nightmare enveloped the three of them.

There is no time in the dream, and there is no space in the dream. Just for a moment, the three of them spent thousands of years in endless nightmares.

I have also lived through thousands of nightmares in the actual sense of life.

The three of them had no eyesight, and slowly knelt down on the ground, and then threw themselves to death.

Their spirits have been completely wiped out by nightmares, and their spiritual death makes their bodies die along with their spirits.