Cut the blood teeth of the red pupil

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“The other party has already arrived”

The clear voice of Ivan Ser, who was wrapped in blood teeth, fell into Mordo’s ears.

“Already here? But why don’t I see anything? ”

Mordo was puzzled.

From here, he could see the situation on the mountain road not far away.

But there was no sign of no one there, and he really didn’t know how Ivan Sel knew that someone was coming.

However, as a subordinate Mordo, he naturally praised Ivan Sel, who controlled his future promotion path, more praise than doubt.

Even if it is a question, he will definitely hide it in his heart, instead of saying it so calmly.

But this is not what Ivan Syre is talking about.

Ivan Ser had the slightest complaint about the system, feeling that it was too weak.

First of all, not to mention that you can’t get additional powerful knives or the system negotiates anything, and there are no point rewards and anything like that.

There is only one physique improvement, physical fitness improvement.

And the promotion is also very vague, even now, Ivan Ser still does not know how to define the promotion.

But one thing is unquestionable.

That is Li Ruifan’s physical fitness, which is definitely far beyond ordinary people.

So he was able to perceive the situation a few miles away that a person of Mordo’s level could not perceive.

And after putting on the blood tooth.

The armor can re-strengthen the perception on Ivan Serr, and he can sense that the opponent is about to enter the attack range.

“Adult?”

The blood fangs of the red armor slowly disappeared, and in a blood mist, the blood-toothed long knife re-condensed in Ivan Ser’s hand.

This made Mordo very puzzled.

He didn’t understand why Evansil didn’t use the power of the Blood Fang, but instead did such a thing at such a time.

“They’ve arrived…”

Ivan Ser’s words focused Mordo’s attention on the mountain path.

Sure enough, the soldiers and horses went first before they moved food and grass.

The alien peoples in the south were pulling cartloads of food and grass and appeared within the attack range.

“Kill!”

Ivan Ser held up the bloody fangs in his hand.

That command shook the sky.

Let the birds in the dense forest flutter their wings when frightened.

“Kill!”

The sergeants under Ivan Ser got up in unison and charged at the aliens who were still at a loss outside.

“Enemy attack!”

“Protect the grain and grass!”

“Kill these damn Imperials for me!”

The people of the southern alien race did not seem too hasty in the face of the sudden attack.

Although in the short confrontation they died quite a few people.

But at least it also ensures the basic stability of the formation.

“Poof!”

Pegasus debuts.

Blood teeth drink blood.

When the alien warrior who was spraying blood wildly from his neck fell with his head up.

In his eyes, he saw the arc of the handsome and extraordinary man who was killing people.

It’s really pretty, but it’s chilling.

“Peng…”

Four hooves landed.

“Poof…”

The blood fangs in his hand did not mean to stop waving at all.

Under the splash of blood, Ivan Serr’s arm was flexible and the angle was accurate.

Under the light of the sword,

Accompanied by one scream, there was a rain of blood.

“Kill him!”

White high-headed steed, which is a sign of status.

It is also a target that attracts enemies to kill.

Killing Ivan Ser has become the best choice for many alien peoples who want to make a contribution, and it is also an inevitable choice.

“Come on… Come on…..come here…”

“Ahhhhhh

“My hand…”

“Uh….”

Short limb wreckage is lucky.

It is not a relief to cut off life under one knife.

Ivan Cer at this time.

It’s not that he enjoys fighting, because there is no opponent here who can fight him.

But indulging in killing is not a joy.

The natural smile on that face is not a forced smile.

“Smiling Grim Reaper”

Mordo struggled with warriors of a foreign race.

After all, foreign peoples are not weak, they are born warriors.

Not all of them are Ivan Ser and Esders.

But accidentally saw Ivan Ser, who killed with joy.

Mordo still couldn’t help but have this thought.