Wizard God Seat

"Boom..."

"Boom..."

"Come out, come out quickly, come out if you don't want to die!"

While the robbers shouted loudly, they used rusty broken swords, iron pickaxes, and even wooden sticks wrapped around stones and iron pieces with ropes, knocking on the broken wooden shields and iron pots on their hands. ｛Щww{suimеng][lā}

Al looked at those people, frowned slightly, and said to Dimo, "These people are either crazy, or they have some support, Dimo, be careful."

Hearing Al's words, Dimo ​​nodded, opened the door of the carriage and walked down.

At this moment, seeing Dimo ​​getting out of the carriage, the robbers were just about to come forward and grab Dimo, but they heard a cold snort. Dimo ​​threw a fireball backhand and blasted the two coming towards him. Of the robbers, one of them was on the chest.

The fireball exploded. The robber who was hit by the fireball was immediately torn apart. The other robber was thrown away under the impact of the fireball explosion. The whole person fell heavily on a boulder on the side of the road. Blood squirted from that person's mouth and nose, and it seemed that he could not live.

At this time, Dimo's brutality directly stunned the robbers, causing them to retreat again and again, but at this moment, a roar of humanity sounded from the forest on the side of the road, and only a heavy footstep was heard. The tall bald man with a height of two and five meters, a stout figure, a huge double-edged battle axe like a wheel, walked out of the forest, stood in front of the robbers, and looked at Di Mo.

"Wizard, hand over the food and money, I can, let you go, otherwise, only die!"

This brawny man’s words were not very smooth, but his body exuded a terrifying pressure, which made Dimo’s originally relaxed expression more dignified. This kind of pressure simply originated from the physical body, except Apart from Al, the strong man in front of him is absolutely the first among the people Dimo ​​saw, showing the horror of his physical power!

Al also felt the strength of the strong man's physical strength. He raised his eyebrows slightly and said to Iron Hat Pound and the others: "Uncle Pound, you sit in the car, I'll go down and deal with it. That guy can be simple. "

"Al, be careful. If it doesn't work, we'll just give them things."

Hearing Ironhat Pound's words, Al smiled and shook his head, and said, "Uncle Pound, you can rest assured."

After speaking, Al pushed open the door of the car and went out. He looked at Dimo ​​and said, "Dimo, you protect the carriage and leave the rest to me. This guy is not easy for you to deal with. That's it."

Dimo is a third-level wizard. Those who can be said by Al that he can’t deal with are at least fourth-level or even higher. So Dimo ​​was slightly surprised when he heard what Al said. This kind of barren mountains and ridges, such a powerful person would actually be mixed up with these influential robbers.

Al slowly walked up to the strong man, looked up at him, and said, "What's your name?"

"Me? My name is Grote, you little fellow, are you here to surrender?"

"Surrender? Of course not, I'm here to defeat you, with my fist."

"Fist? Grote, don't bully, handicapped, you should hurry up and go."

When the strong man Grot's words just fell, the robbers behind him immediately laughed. They pointed at Al one by one, and their faces were full of mockery.

Hearing these laughs, Grote’s face flashed with displeasure, but he didn’t say much, he just looked down at Al, and continued to speak: "You, this little man, give me the feeling, Yes, Grote doesn't want to hurt you, you, go."

Al looked at Grote, smiled, and said to him: "Oh, I was underestimated, then I will show you a little bit of my strength to show you."

When the voice fell, Al suddenly raised his left arm and blasted toward Grote with a punch.

At this moment, Grote's complexion changed when he saw Al's punch. He immediately raised the wheel tomahawk in his hand to block him, but seeing Al's punch on the wheel tomahawk, a huge sound rang. Grot stepped back three steps before he stood firmly. He looked at the fist mark on the tomahawk on the wheel, his face changed slightly, looked at Al, and said: "You are great, Grot and you hit!"

After saying that, Grot held the tomahawk in both hands, shouted, jumped from the ground, and swung the tomahawk from top to bottom and slashed towards Al's head.

Looking at the battle axe falling from above, Al did not dodge anything. He smiled slightly, raised his left hand, and directly grasped the tomahawk blade that had been smashed. A huge force acted on Al along the battle axe. As a result, Al’s feet sank three points deep into the ground, and the ground broke and cracked every inch. However, under such power, Al’s palm did not suffer any injuries. Instead, under the impact of the forces of both sides, the wheels of the battle axe The hardwood wooden handle cannot withstand the force and breaks directly.

Al was holding the face of the wheel battle axe with one hand, his five fingers pressed slightly, and he squeezed out five fingerprints directly on the face of the axe and threw it on the ground.

Looking up at Grote, who was backing slightly, Al said, "You don't have only this strength."

"Of course not, Grote, and more power!"

"Then show it to me!"

"it is good!"

The word "good" just blurted out~www.readwn.com~ Grote let out an angry roar, and saw his crude leather armor and clothes burst quickly, and his body swelled continuously from 2.5 meters to 5 meters. His height has become more than three meters, close to four meters, and his skin has also become blue-black, and there are faint white flame tattoos on the surface of his skin.

"Oh, the bloodline of the Titan Giant, it is no wonder that it has only the strength of the second-level bloodline knight, but it is enough to match the third-level or even the fourth-level wizard. This is the bloodline that has been almost extinct in my time."

While Al was thinking about this, Grote over there suddenly let out a roar, and the whole person rushed towards Al.

Seeing Grote rushing, Al threw a punch and blasted it out. At this time Grote also raised a fist and smashed it from top to bottom!

"Boom!"

The fists of both sides collided and Al was smashed into the ground. However, Grote did not stop, but saw his arms stretched out, a pair of huge fists like two hammers. One after another, he hammered down towards the ground where Al was stuck!

(End of this chapter)