Wizard God Seat

"Boom boom boom boom..."

Grote's fists continued to blast on the ground, the ground continued to sink, and rubble shot out toward the surroundings. ｛Щww{suimеng][lā}

At this time, Dimo ​​led the carriage and quickly retreated, avoiding the aftermath of Grote’s bombardment of the ground. He looked at Al, who was bombarded by Grote under the ground, with a solemn expression. He hoped Al would be destroyed. Grot killed, and hoped that Al could successfully escape, but before confirming Al's death, Grot would not take any extra actions. He would strictly follow Al's instructions to protect the iron hat Pound in the carriage. And the three of Akasha.

"Huhuhu..."

Gasping for breath, Grote laughed at the sinkhole that had fallen more than half a meter, and got up to leave. But at this moment, a hand suddenly stretched out from under the ground and grabbed it. Grot’s ankle, then a huge force came from below, pulling Grot directly under the ground, leaving only one head to stay outside, and at the same time Al sprang out from under the ground. Landed beside Grote's head.

Reaching out and patted the slightly worn clothes on his body, Al looked at Grote and said, "The last few shots are still very exciting, but they are still not enough for me."

Grote looked at Al without talking nonsense. The lines on his body gradually gave off a faint luster, and then the ground shook violently. Grote rushed out of the underground Huo's and blasted Al with a punch.

Seeing this, Al did not hesitate, making a fist with his left hand, and blasting out. This time he increased his strength. When the fists of both sides collided, the ground under Al’s feet broke apart, but he did not look back at all. Grote was knocked into the air by the distance from his fist.

Grot's huge body slammed into the four robbers, and the skin of the four robbers was shattered. The bones were broken and the veins were bleeding, and he could not survive.

There was even a robber who was pressed by Grote under his body and drew a long distance on the ground. When Grote stopped, the robber under him had disappeared, only a small amount remained. The ground meat and blood remained under him, and on the ground that Grot had cut across, there was a shocking bloodstain.

Such a brutal way of death, the robbers who had killed many people could not help but breathe in air-conditioning. The two battles quickly retreated, for fear that they were like the four dead companions who were killed by Al and Gro. Special battles are involved.

Slowly getting up from the ground, Grot looked at Al, the expression on his face became serious.

It's not that he has never seen someone stronger than him, but it is the first time Grote has seen this kind of person to suppress him by relying solely on strength.

He shook his right arm. The punch he met with Al just now caused a trauma to his right arm. The faint pain emanating from the bones did not hurt the bones, but the shock just now made Grote’s bones. Reached the limit.

"Grote, I still lack a melee entourage. I wonder if you are interested in working with me?"

Listening to Al's words, Grot looked at him and slowly said, "Grote, no, be anyone's slave!"

"It's not a slave, but an employment relationship. As my melee entourage, I can pay you remuneration, such as money, such as things that can enhance your strength."

"Hire? So, Grote, you can, consider! But hiring Grote must be stronger than me, otherwise, Grote doesn't believe it, you can make me stronger!"

Hearing this, Al smiled slightly, and slowly made a fist with his left hand. Then he waved with all his strength and blasted toward his side. Only a sound of air burst came from, and the punch was blasted with terrifying power. He opened the ground and rushed into the forest, marking a very deep mark.

Seeing this, everyone present couldn't help but swallow, especially Dimo. He suddenly felt that he wanted to betray Al just now. It was ridiculous. The previous battle between Al and him was obviously to keep his hands. Otherwise, Dimo ​​felt that he might not be able to hold on for even a second.

Al’s violent and direct punch just now really surprised Grote. He looked at the marks caused by Al’s punch, stretched out his hand and touched his head, restored to the previous height of 2.5 meters, and walked to it. In front of Al, he said: "Grote, follow you. Grot wants to be as good as you."

"As long as you can follow me, then sooner or later you can be like me, but let me know in advance that if you disobey my orders or don't obey me, then I will be rude to you."

Hearing Al's words, Grot suddenly reached out and patted his chest, and said: "Grote can't. Grot can speak his words, no, go back, hope the wizard, neither do you, no, go back to his words. "

"My name is Al Grant. You can call me like Dimo. Now that you have decided to follow me, we are on the road now. We are just in a hurry."

Nodding his head, Grot looked at the carriage and was about to sit in the coachman's seat in front of the carriage, which was spacious enough not to appear low as in the carriage.

However, at this moment, the robbers watched Grote's departure, and immediately started making a noise. The reason why they were able to live without worry is countless times better than the bandit gangs in Marfa Principality. The reason is that Because they have a member of Grote, once Grote is absent, they can't even compare to the most common bandit groups~www.readwn.com~ Let alone whether they will be wiped out or be killed by other bandit groups. Killing, the fact that they may not be able to grab any money in the future is enough to make them starve to death. After so many years with Grote, they almost always live the days of reaching out for clothes and opening their mouths if they are not enough. Then take Grote to **** it. Once Grote is gone, then these guys who can be regarded as useless will only be able to wait for death to come.

"Grote, you are one of us, are you going to betray us?"

"Yes, Grote, if you leave, you will be the betrayer among us. If you want to come back, there is no such possibility."

"Grote, if you come back now, we can still assume that this has never happened."

Listening to the words of the robbers, Grot’s face suddenly showed a slightly mocking smile. He looked at those people and said word by word: "You, not friends, have been using Grote, Grote It is clear that Grote needs him, his men, and now Grote does not need his men, so you are useless, just like, you abandon other people, so Grote abandons you.

(End of this chapter)