The Song of Gendaya

The flames kept climbing up on Shirley’s body, slowly forming a red light flaming snake. It kept climbing up and didn’t even bother to panic. The dark elf's powerless beating.

"If I don’t show you some color, I really don’t know how good we are!" The little fire warlock mystifying said, and his gleaming green eyes can’t wait to burn After the fragrant scene, perhaps he didn't have much interest in the "game feast" of roasting dark elves.

"Dwarf, enough is enough! The lessons that should be given have been given to her." Jenike persuaded.

"no! Burn for a while...just a while...I...I can't wait..." Huo Warlock's eyes were filled with feverish excitement, his short neck kept on Twitching up and down.

While the black clothed swordsman standing next to the two remained unmoved, he just stared at it coldly.

"Almost...nearly...nearly just fine..." The little fire warlock was still yelling.

And Shirley has made a sharp and miserable cry, and the terrifying atmosphere of fear echoes under the night sky.

"Look! She is on fire!"

The villagers not far away gave out a noisy panic. The tall strongman with a big axe blocked his way.

"Just leave it alone! Give me back!" Li Shi threatened.

The villagers reluctantly retreated, they abandoned the original fire and went to the depths of the night.

Just as the wise man turned his head and looked around with evil thoughts, he saw that the flame on Shirley's clothes suddenly disappeared.

"Damn it! Who is the fuck! It's almost a bit!" The little warlock was furious.

The clothes on Shirley's body were falling in the wind like snow flakes, and a figure appeared just right, covering Shirley's body with her large cloak.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! It's almost! It will burn for a while!" Warlock leaped and complained.

"Asshole! I'm going to kill you!" Shirley angrily shouted angrily.

The black clothed swordsman drew his long sword from his waist and blocked the fire warlock's body: "You can't kill him, he can only be the dead soul under my hands!"

"Damn swordsman, I'll burn you to death sooner or later!" The little fire warlock doesn't seem to love the black clothed swordsman.

Across the two of them, Shirley, who was hiding under the large cloak, said in surprise: "Your Highness, you... why are you here?"

"Shirley , It's been a long time..." the tall figure said slowly.

After that, he took off his cloak and left it directly to the dark Elf Race woman, and the toned figure under the cloak, the elegant black armor and the amazingly large giant sword made people stunned. .

"Hey! Who are you? Why do you want to do my business!" Huo Warlock roared bitterly.

The tall black clothed Knight just glanced at him contemptuously, then stopped looking at him, as if in his eyes the little fire warlock was just a trivial ant.

"Asshole, you dare to despise me, do you know who I am?" Fire warlock roared, "I want to burn..."

But he didn't say anything. , I felt the wind whistling in my ears, followed by a piercing pain and constant hemoptysis.

And his body has already been pierced through his chest by the black heavy sword and he was picked up in the air.

"You...you...you are..." Huo Warlock wanted to say something while puckering blood, his eyes were full of fear and pain.

"My name is Orangri, the son of the Emperor Herlandes of Andahilia. The sword that killed you is called Night Slash!"

Fire warlock Panic immediately appeared in his eyes, but soon his eyes lost their luster, and his whole body hung weakly on the sword.

And seeing this scene, the other people present were also stunned, and Olangry shook the giant sword, and the corpse of the little warlock fell heavily on the ground. , Motionless silently.

Standing not far away, Shirley laughed contemptuously. She was secretly proud of Olangry's revenge for herself.

But Olangri received the giant sword behind him at this moment, and he coldly scanned the thief leader, the black clothed swordsman and the giant axe warrior in front of him.

"It's not that I want to kill him, but that he deliberately intends to plot against me, so I must act first to be strong." Orangeli said coldly to the three people in front of him.

The three of them also exclaimed at this time, only to see the dead fire warlock holding a small porcelain bottle.

People who are familiar with him know that many of their warlock fire methods are related to the arrangement of the fire array in advance, and the porcelain vase in his hand is to set up the formation to burn Orangri.

"His Royal Highness, he does death cannot wipe out the crimes." Jenike nodded said.

The black clothed swordsman also took the long sword in his hand, he just silently stared at his tragic companion and stopped talking.

But the giant axe warrior suddenly became furious: "You evil seed of the ruined evil empire, if you kill our companions, you are against me. I want your life!"

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As he said, he raised the giant axe in his hand and slammed it towards Olangry.

"Stop, you idiot!" Jenick yelled anxiously.

At this moment, a huge "hong long" sound was accompanied by the tremors of the earth, where the giant axe fell and a huge radial pit was formed.

The dust was floating in the air, and just as the others were worried about Olangri, a burly black figure appeared in the air like a ghost in the night sky.

Soon the shadow was like a swooping eagle, and it slammed into the giant axe in an instant.

"Hurry up, idiot!" Jenick reminded loudly again.

But giant axe's action was slower, he didn't seem to understand what was going on, and he was about to be hit by the dark shadow.

At this moment, the black clothed swordsman rushed forward again like a sword.

There was a heavy loud noise, and Olingri had already confronted the black clothed swordsman, but soon they each took a few steps back.

While giant axe is already sitting on the ground with limp legs, he is gasping for breath, and the plot of life and death just now reappears in his mind at this time.

"Your Highness, this friend of mine didn't mean it, would you please forgive him?" The black clothed swordsman said politely.

"Will you forgive someone who wants to kill you?" Ollinghut replied coldly.

"His Royal Highness, if you kill them all, I will not be able to explain to the Lord Duke of Olastan when I go back. Besides, we and your friends are traveling together, for the purpose of being related to each other..." The black clothed swordsman said.

"hmph, your purpose or purpose has nothing to do with me, I am not one of them." Ollinghut said with a sneer.

"Then the purpose of your trip?"

"Just passing by..."