Panda’s Self-cultivation

The evil tooth troll escaping from the dead greeted a special visitor late at night. Fire? Ran? Text???????`t

This guy seemed to be just an arrogant human lord, but no troll dared to look down upon this guy.

Because of his dragon-shaped shadow and Ruoyouruowu's coercion.

Combining the conditions of today's day, almost all the trolls were instantly determined that this guy is Deathwing.

Of course, behind him was a guy who looked like a high elf, but she was completely regarded as a supercharger, and Valera was so gorgeously ignored. After all, the dragon’s human form and various creatures Yes, this looks like a high elf, maybe it's a black dragon.

"Honorable Deathwing, I don't know why you came to Shanshan Congyao Village."

From the very beginning, the patriarch of Brokentooth had a very low posture. On the one hand, it was because of Deathwing’s impressive reputation, and on the other hand, it was also pleading for the powerful presence in front of him. At present, the only thing the evil tooth troll has The vitality lies in this Deathwing.

"The reason is simple. The Evil Branch Troll made the wrong decision this afternoon." Deathwing lifted his chin slightly, revealing a contemptuous expression that was just right, "Also, I prefer you to say huh. I am the Duke of Prestor."

"Okay, uh, Puri... Duke Stowe." When faced with human titles, the lingua franca of the patriarch of Brokentooth was not enough. "May I know what happened?"

"You don't need to be too clear that this involves a lot of areas that you can't understand." Prince Presto's arrogance did not incur dissatisfaction. Patriarch Brokentooth still listened carefully to his words, "The only thing you need to know is yours. The movement is too loud. I have no intention of interfering in your ridiculous war, but the Hinterlands cannot be your battlefield. Or, this forest shouldn't be a battlefield, understand?"

Although the patriarch of Brokentooth was still confused, this did not prevent her from nodding her head, at least she understood the meaning of Deathwing, and no battle could take place here.

Good thing!

"Then you can't fight here, can Sinsaro?"

"Cinsarro?" Duke Prestor raised his eyebrows, "Evil Branch City?"

"Yes!" The patriarch of Brokentooth nodded hurriedly, "If the war reaches the southernmost Sinsaro, would you mind Prince Prestor?"

"Not at all." Duke Prestor showed a cold smile, his cloak was windless, floating in the night wind like dragon wings, "You can counterattack."

The patriarch of Broken Tooth was overjoyed. She had no idea that she would one day be helped by Deathwing!

"It seems that you seem to have some misunderstandings that shouldn't be." Seeing the patriarch of Broken Tooth frowning, Deathwing frowned, "I will not attack you for the same reason, and I will not attack the group of evil When the troll shoots, I have only one goal, and that is Hakkar."

Hearing Prince Prestor's name of Haka, the Patriarch of Brokentooth was shocked. She looked at Deathwing in astonishment. She didn't expect that the Black Dragon King wanted to shoot Haka!

But isn't this better!

Patriarch Brokentooth believes that Hakkar is a powerful God of Loa, but she believes even more that Hakkar is not an opponent of Deathwing!

"That's great, Prince Prestor!" The patriarch of Brokentooth smiled with joy. "It is said that in Sinsalor, the Evil Branch High Priest Hex has the egg of Haka. It is said that it is the seed of Haka. Willing to take action, whether that ridiculous evil **** is destroyed or swallowed, it is your decision!"

"Swallow? A joke!" Duke Prestor showed a disdainful expression, "Remember, the great Deathwing does not need to be devoured, the evil **** Haka will become my research item!"

"Of course, Duke Prestor, your strength is unmatched."

"Is there only Haka's for Sinsaro? What about Haka's soul?"

"Hakkar's soul? I don't know this, but I can be sure that Sinsaro does not. Maybe there are other Hakkar followers in this world? After all, the suspicious evil **** never gave all the keys. Into the hands of the same person."

"Hidden trash." Prince Prestor turned around. "I now doubt that the guy named Hakkar can give me what I want. He cowered and didn't want to be a strong one. ."

Without waiting for the patriarch of Brokentooth to answer, Prince Prestor opened his cloak directly, and then rose out of thin air.

"If you are interested, you can come to Sinsaro to watch a good show."

After speaking, the Duke of Prestor got higher and higher and left the village of Evil Tooth. At the same time, the nonexistent high elf turned into a shadow and disappeared instantly.

Somehow, the patriarch of Brokentooth always felt that the moment when the high elves disappeared just now seemed to be the shadow step of the stalker?

"Patriarch, what shall we do?"

"Pay close attention to Sinsaro~www.ltnovel.com~ to start the tunnel. Once Sinsaro changes, we will begin our revenge!"

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"Valera, it seems that our task is much simpler." After leaving the village of Evil Tooth, Nomi breathed a sigh of relief. "There is only a part of Hakkar here, and it's just a seed. Our next actions can be much easier!"

"Where is it relaxed?" Valera sighed helplessly, "Although it seems that as long as you stay the way you are today, the evil branch trolls won't recognize you, but they won't let you approach Hakkar easily. The egg!"

"Approach to the egg of Hakkar?" Nomi showed a wicked smile, "Why approach the egg of Hakkar? We only need to go to Sinsalor!"

"What do you mean?" Looking at the confident Nomi, Valera almost appeared in her eyes again, "Why is it enough to go to Cinsarro?"

"Because the big guy in my hand used it to destroy a city of trolls, it was enough."

Hearing Nomi's words, Varela gasped.

"Cinsarro is a huge city after the forest trolls second only to Amani. Even I have heard of you. Why are you so confident?!"

"Why?" Nomi raised his eyebrows and took out a long sword. "On this basis."

With a black long sword, a broad blade, a simple appearance, and a dragon-style decorative pattern, Valera looked at it carefully for a long time, but didn't find it useful.

"What is this? I didn't find any characteristics of this?"

"Does this sword want the dragon's tail?"

"A little bit... but what about that?"

"Actually, this is my grandpa's tail."

"What? The tail of Deathwing?!"

On the way to death, Nomi got rid of the drunk wind so much... (to be continued...)