God of War

In Frostblade Valley, four figures were entangled and fighting, and the one surrounded by them was the Magic Flute.

The magic flute's temples were scattered and scarred, and the three people surrounding him were Lingxuan, Qinghao, and Nighthawk.

Lingxuan shouted: "Magic Flute, you can catch it with your hands! Tell us the whereabouts of Demon Lord and Miss Yue, and I will spare your life."

The magic flute sneered and said: "Lingxuan, you don't have to be delusional. The magic string is dead. I am the only heir of the demon monarch. Do you have the guts to kill me?

Lingxuan was furious and cursed: "Magic Flute, you despicable and shameless beast, you are a traitor to kill the king, and your sin is unforgivable. Don't say that the devil will be safe and sound, even if the devil is really in an accident, the devil will never I will treat you as a treacherous treacherous man like you."

Nighthawk looked at Magic Flute coldly, and said quietly, "Magic Flute, you don't have to delay any more time, let you be cunning in every possible way, and you can't escape."

The Magic Flute looked at Nighthawk and sneered: "Nighthawk, you can take advantage of the fire, but I didn't expect that you would be under the wolf king.

I'm very curious. When the magic string is there, you say that you are loyal to the magic string, and the magic string is not there now. Who are you loyal to? "

Nighthawk replied coldly: "The devil is in his absence, and Nighthawk is loyal to him. As for you, you are stubborn, take it!"

Nighthawk's body rose from the ground and swooped down towards the magic flute. A black giant sword appeared in his hand. The sword said Chengying, with a dark black coercion, whizzing towards the magic flute.

The magic flute's eyes condensed, secretly surprised, this nighthawk's combat power is so powerful, if it is alone, he and him should be in between.

In other words, the combat power of Nighthawk is comparable to that of the patriarch of the demon clan. It is really puzzling that such a character is willing to be an ordinary general under the throne of Wolf.

Before he could think about it, he raised Qing Ming and greeted him. The two of them had equal combat strength, and they both fought each other for their lives. For a moment, Ling Xuan couldn't get in with their combat strength.

Had no choice but to scan the formation with Qinghao, looking for air strikes, to support the Nighthawks. After repeated battles, the magic flute's physical strength began to be a little unable to keep up, and the moves gradually slowed down, and a mocking smile appeared at the corner of Nighthawk's mouth.

Without any hesitation, he raised his left hand and shot a light and shadow towards the magic flute.

The magic flute was shocked, offering to Qing Ming, desperately resisting, the sound of clanging and ding was endless. The blocked silver needle was projected onto the ground, sparking bursts of sparks, and the ground it shot into was instantly black.

The magic flute's face was blue, and he said angrily: "Nighthawk, you are so vicious, unruly, with such a vicious hidden weapon, are you trying to kill me?"

As soon as this statement came out, even Ling Xuan and Qing Hao were surprised, their faces a little ugly. After all, Magic Flute is also the younger brother of Magic String, even if it is to be dealt with, it should be decided by Magic String himself.

Right now Moxian's life or death is uncertain, this Nighthawk shot so vicious, if it really kills him, Moxian will return in the future. How to explain to him.

Qing Hao and Ling Xuan looked at each other, especially Qing Hao, the magic flute and his Hydra family had always been close together. He grew up with his son, Qingluo, as a brother.

He really didn’t want to see the magic flute die in the hands of Nighthawk. He cleared his throat immediately and was a little dissatisfied. He raised his voice and said, “Brother Nighthawk, although this magic flute is extremely sinful, it is after all the younger brother of the Demon Lord. Come back to discuss.

The Nighthawk brothers must not be outraged for a while and take his life. If the devil comes back, he will be held accountable. The brother is not easy to explain. "

Nighthawk laughed loudly: "Thank you, Chief Qinghao, for reminding you that eagles have always been dull, but they only obey the orders of the devil, and I don't know there are other alternatives.

When the devil comes back, if Nighthawk is convicted of his righteous indignation, Nighthawk is willing to bear the blame with all his strength, and will never harm the patriarch.

But right now, the life and death of the Demon Lord and Miss Yue have a lot to do with the magic flute. If the three of me don't work together to take him down and ask the news, the greater the danger of the Demon Lord and Miss Yue.

My educated youth, Patriarch Hao, has a benevolent heart, but I also need to be aware of priorities. If I remember correctly, this magic flute can easily escape from Patriarch Lu Sheng.

It has nothing to do with the snake venom of the Hydra clan! The Demon Lord really wants to be held accountable in the future, I am afraid that it is the patriarch who bears the responsibility!

Patriarch, Nighthawk has a word, and I still need to remind the patriarch that if the patriarch does not fight the enemy bravely at this time, what should the demon lord feel in the future? "

When Qing Hao heard this, his face was quite ugly, he sighed, and murdered his heart. This Nighthawk was so smart. Insight into all his situation.

If he speaks to the magic flute again, there may be suspicion of collaborating with the enemy and traitor, Ling Xuan said Qinghao. Nodding, Qing Hao drew out the green snake sword, the sword light was green, followed the magic flute to rush up, rounding up the magic flute.

The Magic Flute no longer speaks, fully guarded, and ultimately outnumbered. Under a stagger, he was kicked by Nighthawk in the chest and fell to the ground. Qing Hao followed, and the green snake sword rested on the neck of the magic flute.

The magic flute looked at Qing Hao, just about to resist, Qing Hao's eyes were deep, looked at him, and shook his head.

The magic flute sighed, closed his eyes and caught it.

One day and one night, inside the demon clan prison, the magic flute was covered with welts, but did not say a word.

Ling Xuan looked at him, helplessly, he and Magic Flute and Magic String have always grown up together.

Even though he and Moxian have always been close to each other, Lingxuan has always been kind, and he really can't do it if he wants him to be cruel to the magic flute.

Seeing the magic flute not eating hard and soft, he was furious, but at nothing.

I had to shout loudly: "Magic Flute, you are absolutely hateful! Even if Moxian has a rift with you, no matter what, he is also your brother.

You hurriedly recruited from the ground, what did you do to him and Miss Yue? As long as you recruit from the ground up, I will plead with my aunt and the elders and let them spare your life. "

The magic flute turned a deaf ear, and simply closed his eyes without saying anything. Lingxuan became extremely anxious and thunderous. His position is just to the extent that the Magic Flute has flicked a few whips, and this punishment is not in the eyes of the arrogant wolf king like Magic Flute.

He couldn't make it, and other members of the Demon Clan couldn't do this. After all, Magic Flute had a special status, not only the younger brother of Moxian, but also the leader of the family. This is not done well, and it will also cause resistance from the wolf race.

At the moment when Lingxuan was unable to do anything, Nighthawk's taunting voice sounded outside the cell.

He only listened to him with a sneer: "Master Lingxuan, known as the first military commander of the Demon Race, I am here on the order of the princess. Come and see, Lord Lingxuan has asked what news? The whereabouts of the demon Lord, Master Lingxuan. Do you know?"

Lingxuan was angry and anxious, and his face flushed from the Nighthawk's choking, so he had to sneer: "Master Nighthawk came here on the order of the princess.

Now that Lord Nighthawk recommended himself, there are any tricks you can use, and let Lingxuan learn about Lord Nighthawk's methods. "

Nighthawk appeared in front of Lingxuan with a cold face, and smiled slightly: "Master Delingxuan is absurd, and Nighthawk is really ashamed.

It's just that things are rushed to power, and Nighthawk is worried about the safety of the devil, so naturally he can't take care of these many etiquettes, so he will do his part.

Master Lingxuan, please come back! When Nighthawk asked for the news, he would naturally report it back to the lord the first time. "

Lingxuan was furious and asked, "You mean to interrogate Magic Flute alone?"

Nighthawk replied: "This is not what I meant, but what the princess meant. The princess Zhilingxuan is kind, and you are here, Nighthawk can't play well by herself, Lord Lingxuan, please!"

Lingxuan stomped her feet, knowing that what he said was true, her aunt was worried about the magic string, and annoyed at the magic flute, so she naturally trusted Nighthawk and had to take extraordinary measures against the magic flute.

Lingxuan had no choice but to leave. Before leaving the house, he was worried after all.

Said to Nighthawk: "Nighthawk, everything has a degree. After all, he is the younger brother of the demon lord and the chief of the wolf clan."

Ling Xuan sighed and had to leave if he did not hear the nighthawk shape and did not respond.

The Magic Flute opened his eyes and looked at Nighthawk with a smile, and said: "I am curious, how do you know how to be confident that I will definitely eat you, and tell you where the Magic String is."

Nighthawk gently stroked the torture instrument on the execution table and smiled slightly: "Because I know you better than Lingxuan, it is not these things you are afraid of."

The magic flute laughed and said, "Oh! Let's listen, Nighthawk, do you know? From the first time I saw you, I knew that you came to the Demon Race and had a bad heart.

So, don't tell me what you like Jinse, I won't believe a word you say. "

Nighthawk smiled very helpfully, and said softly: "Magic Flute, in fact, to some extent, I not only hate you, but also like you very much.

You and I are both of the same type, but when you pick the wrong person, you pick the wrong person. "

The Magic Flute's eyes were cold, and he stared at Nighthawk, and said: "I really didn't see you wrong, let's go! What do you want to know from me?"

Nighthawk clapped his palms and praised: "Be refreshed! Magic flute, you are so smart, I believe that the transaction between us will be smoother."

Magic Flute twisted his neck and said, "Deal? You are so sure, I will definitely trade with you."

Nighthawk said: "Of course, have you never heard such a sentence? The enemy's enemy is a friend?"