Light Spirit Epic

Chapter 692 is again encountered in silver four

Torn the cloak, revealing the ugly face of the red death, not only did not back down, but more fierce!

It rotated a huge sickle and turned the weapon into a whirlwind of meat.

Cut the flesh and whirlwind toward the Cavalier King, you can cut people in the blink of an eye!

When Arthur saw that the situation was not good, he immediately lifted the sheath of the king. The sheath of the king summons the Holy Spirit lion shield, this white feather shield can deflect all attacks and invalidate all damage!

Hey! The impact of the chain is on the shield! Most of the attacks were deflected, and the impact of the giant python only left a small amount of tapping on the shield!

Arthur thought that the moment of safety, the giant python suddenly pierced the Holy Spirit lion shield! The sharp sickle pierced the shield and went straight to Arthur's arm, piercing it to a full depth, and stopped!

"Hey!" The Cavaliers reluctantly stabbed a sword, and the sword of the King became a giant light. With the wrath of the king, the head of the red death was running through!

"Miscellaneous stuff!!" Knight King Sword went to the next drag, cut the red death to two!

The monster was perfectly opened and fell weakly. The Cavaliers looked at the red **** of death on the ground, and the thing was under the red cloak, and it was just a skeleton!

"Oh." The voice echoed around the Cavaliers: "No use, Cavalier!"

At this time, the four heavenly knights also cleaned up the surrounding soldiers and rushed over to join the Cavaliers.

"Your Majesty!" Palin Lol saw Arthur's left arm hurt and could not help but exclaim.

"Hey! Don't be noisy!-" King Arthur shouted: "Who are you! Tell me!"

"I am your end, it is your last day." The strange voice continued to wander around, unable to hear the source, and could not hear.

"In the end what you want!?"

"Knight, you can reverse the fate and extend the life of the world, but all this is just dying!"

The knights listened to the cold words of this **** of death, and their faces were covered with infinite haze.

"This world has come to an end. No matter how hard you resist, it will always perish! - This is just a warning. The next time, you will die!" -"

As the voice gradually weakened, the body of the red **** of death on the ground disappeared and eventually disappeared completely.

"Unbelievable!" The Grand Duke of Palinlore took back the sword and subconsciously wiped the blood from his body - the black oil from the Golems.

"Is that a golem? Or is it something like the Holy Spirit?"

"I don't know. Guess is useless. We don't know too much at the moment." King Arthur pulled out his handkerchief and quickly bandaged the injured arm: "But, good guy, actually runs through the lion's shield. It's obviously [absolutely The defense is right."

Griffin Shield's [absolute defense], even the **** of destiny - the giant blade attack of Kama's seat can be blocked, but it is penetrated by the small sickle.

That sickle must have something weird.

"After going back, I want to ask the prime minister to ask for advice. I hope he can analyze what."

Hall squatted and squatted on the ground, carefully looking at where the red death disappeared, hoping to find any useful clues. But he had nothing to gain - the weird thing really disappeared out of thin air, and even a fast rag did not stay.

All this is eccentric to the extreme, the atmosphere of the scene is shrouded by a strange and unknown.

"Oh, no!" Lyon Dickens recalled: "The white jade tile is so expensive! Heaven, even the wall has collapsed! It has broken so many ghosts!"

He looked at the ground destroyed by the battle and complained.

"Lyon," the Grand Duke of Euns couldn't stand the complaints of Lyon Dickens, and he couldn't help but dig. "In the battle just now, it was you who broke the ground. You remember the scene where you just laughed and slammed a golem on the ground?"

"Hey, is there such a thing?" said the Duke of Lyon Dickens, cheeky. "Sorry, I am a little confused, this kind of thing can't be remembered!"

Everyone laughed as if to drive away the uneasiness in their hearts with a short smile.

"The move to the capital seems to be postponed." Hall told King Arthur.

"No, don't postpone it." The Cavaliers King seems to have another plan. "Since the decision has been made, don't change it again. Call the rest of the Golems to step up the project. The destruction of the battle is not as big as expected. There should be no problem. "

"Follow, sire." Hall gave a ceremonial tribute to King Arthur. "It’s enough to see it. It’s time to go back to London."

Arthur said absently: "You go back first, and there is something to do here."

"Your Majesty!" The Knights of the heavens panicked.

"Do not worry, the **** of death will not come to disturb again." Cavalier insisted.

In desperation, the four heavenly knights drove away from the dragon ride, leaving only the Cavaliers in this white king city.

King Arthur went to the high platform in the middle of the king's city and looked at it all. He squatted down in a pilgrimage and looked at the vast and tangible city from afar, whispering:

"I am back, father."

In order to preserve the secrets of the round table system, the Knight of the Heavenly Knight, at the expense of himself, launched [Ultimate Magic - Nuclear Fusion] to blow up the entire city of Camilo.

He would never have imagined that his son Arthur, in his twelve years, would once again stand in the rebuilt white city of Christ as the king of the great king.

There are factors that have fruit. The causal cycle, endless life - this is the essence of the reincarnation of Karma (destiny).

auzw.com This year, King Arthur of Great Britain, twenty-four years old.

At the same time, West Siberia.

"Call, resurrected." Biddeville walked back to the hut from the backyard, apparently taking a comfortable hot bath, steaming hot steam, and a towel on his shoulder.

However, the most important thing for Albert is that the werewolf youth only wore a pair of pants.

Seeing the other side sitting on the sofa as if nothing had happened, the young World of Warcraft hunter couldn’t help it anymore: "Sir, please focus on yourself - at least wear a pair of pants"

"What? Is there any problem?" The werewolf youth took a bottle of beer and poured it into his stomach. "Everyone is a man, what are you afraid of? Men, of course, are a pair of pants in their own home."

The tiger-man youth has no choice but to look away: "You are obviously a bachelor's life - destined to be lonely and old-fashioned."

The Werewolf youth did not answer, and the atmosphere suddenly became very quiet.

At this time, Albert also noticed a photo in the closet on the side.

Although the photo was shredded into two halves, Ayr could still see three people in the photo.

One of them is the werewolf Bettiville.

The other one seems to be a personal woman, but her upper body is torn off with the photo and can only see the part below the woman's waist.

There is also one, a child. The furry, seems to be the child of the werewolf youth. The child's head was also torn off in the photo, so the appearance could not be seen.

"Although you may not want to answer me -" Albert's curiosity drove him to ask for his exit: "But are they your wife and children?"

The werewolf youth was silent for a while, pouring more beer into the stomach, and slowly said: "Yes. That is my wife's lotus sound, and my son Husky. But they are gone."

"Not at all?" As if afraid of touching the other's pain, Albert put a light tone and asked: "It won't be -"

"Dead. Killed by Warcraft." The Werewolf youth replied, his eyes filled with resentment: "And killing them is the king of Warcraft that I have been pursuing over the years, knowing the overlord on the silver floor."

"Overlord?" Albert shocked: "It won't be said, [白雪铠神] -"

"Master!" The exclamation of the cat servant interrupted Albert's words: "No, it's gone! The silver-backed body is gone!"

"What?!" Albert flustered and quickly headed out to the window of the cabin.

In the snow, how quiet and silent the whole Siberian snowfield is, as if time has solidified.

It should have been lying in the vicinity of the hut less than a hundred yards. The huge monster body like a mountain disappeared in a blink of an eye!

You know, Albert, they just went into the house to drink a few cups of hot tea and ate a few bites of snacks!

The werewolf lay flat on the sofa and smiled leisurely: "Where, hooked up."

"Looking? What are you planning?!" Albert immediately screamed: "The silver-backed body is going to be reported to the hunter. It's so boring, my responsibility is great!"

"Master, I haven't reported you to defeat the silver back." Ayr's servant said, "The snow is too big, and the communication network is not connected at all."

"That's not the point!"

"And you have not defeated the silver back." The cat added: "In theory, Mr. Bedieville has the right to do whatever he wants to do with the body."

"Ruff," Albert squinted at the cat: "Do you shut me up first?!"

"Hey, don't worry." Biddeville saw the other's worries and sneered and persuaded: "I installed a tracker on the snowy body. It can't run. I just borrowed its body." And soon, [also] to you - after I found the nest of [白雪铠神]."

"So you really want to deal with the gods." Albert can't help but frown: "You are crazy, really don't want to die. You know, our hunter organization has sent 30 excellent hunters to crusade, They all died under the claws of God. It is no longer a Warcraft. It is probably beyond the level of Warcraft and evolved into something similar to God--"

"Even so." Bettiville looked at the fierce light, looked at Ayr, let the young World of Warcraft hunter feel in his heart: "Kill my wife and children, still have to report."

He is serious. Albert knows that this young wolf man has already lived and died in the past, and he is only revenge for one heart and one mind. Only by Ai, I absolutely can't move Biddyville.

"If you feel that it is not right, let's go now. I have also hunted a lot of Warcraft over the years and collected a lot of precious World of Warcraft materials. Take some treasures from my house so that you don't have to return empty-handed."

"I refuse." Elbert was angry. "You are buying me? No way! I am a Warcraft hunter not for the benefit! - I am going with you! Let me come to this legend." Snowy gods!"

"Oh." Bedieville narrowed his eyes and looked at each other: "So many years, you are still so naive -"

"What?!"

"Nothing." The face of the werewolf youth passed a hint of melancholy: "Well, you have to die, just let me go."

He looked at Albert's broken armor and blood-stained chest: "You are not hurt, go take a bath, change some medicine, go to bed early. We will start tracking [铠神] tomorrow."

"Good." Elber nodded and took off his broken leather armor: "I am bothering you tonight - Luf, come on."

"But, master -"

"You don't want to go to me and won't force you. Tomorrow, you will part with us and go to the hunter organization."

"No! I am going with you! I am not afraid, I am also a trainee hunter!"

"Oh, this child is very sturdy." Bedyville sneered.

I didn't expect the cat-and-boys to squint at Bediville, and said coldly: "You are dressed like this, and you have a little persuasiveness."

The werewolf youth smiled even more happily, and poured more beer into his stomach.