Cthulhu Gonfalon

In the face of the sudden eruption of the thunder, not only the sea soldiers were scared to fight, but the commanders of the seas also witnessed their mouths and even could not believe their eyes.

These dare to go one-on-one challenge, which is not the famous master in the vicinity of these seas! Which one is not a lame! Which one has no life of a lot of strong people!

No one had thought that these masters who should have shinen in this offensive had not even had time to glory and glory, and they all died under the human hand, and even a fate.

Some commanders with good eyesight are even more surprised - this guy just seems to be not so powerful! How to fight for so long, not only is not tired, but more and more strong!

Seeing that he was squatting in his own battlefield, as in the land of no one, the dragon priest who was in charge of the general battle was only as if he was drinking ice water in the winter, and he was cold and heart-wrenching.

At this moment, the thunder in the sky rang, and his heart moved slightly, and he immediately came to the inspiration.

"Shooting! Throw a shot! Give me a shot!"

His people immediately executed the order, and hundreds of strong dragons gathered, each holding several shots. The sea people can never have the concept of "injury to their comrades in arms". They didn't even inform the front line, they waved their arms and shoved their guns at the place where they were fighting.

Hey, the sound of shooting a gun broke into a piece.

Lei was awakened by the strange wind and the warning signs in his heart. He turned his head and saw that the gloomy sky was covered with guns like Lin, and the black pressure was overwhelming.

He couldn't think about it. He rushed out and slashed his sword. He held a sea in his hands, and he didn't even have time to observe the race carefully. He threw it straight into the sky and blocked himself.

The next moment, the gun fell like rain.

Ray’s vision was black at once, and then two heavy things fell on him. Even if he was prepared, he was crushed to a soft leg and sat on the ground.

After a while, the battlefield that just killed the sound of the earthquake has completely quieted down. All the sea warriors who rushed to the front, regardless of age and ethnicity, were all smashed into sieves.

"Hey! How did you throw a gun suddenly!" A high fisherman commander yelled angrily. "My son is still in front!"

"You have more than four hundred sons, what is the relationship between one or two!" The Dragon Priest said indifferently.

"Then why not let your son die!"

"My son died early." The Dragon Priest said faintly, "Even my grandson died early."

Looking at its old face with scales that have been decaying, the high-ranking fisherman commanded his **** to gnash his teeth, and he wished to use his proud teeth to devour the old things.

A US Medusa commander came out to play the round field and advised: "Don't be noisy, just kill the monster. In order to show the glory of your Majesty, sacrifice is inevitable."

However, another commander with good eyesight immediately called: "God! The monster is still alive!"

Several commanders turned around and looked at each other, but they saw the two sea corpses that Thunder would press on themselves and stood up.

He turned out to be unharmed!

"God..."

"This guy... is the real monster!"

"What should I do?" The fishman commander grabbed the dragon priest. "You want to find a way!"

The dragon priest stunned for a moment, made up his mind in the thunder, and waved another hand: "Throw the gun! Give me a shot! I don't believe that he can't die!"

The Dragonman shooting team quickly executed the order, and the overwhelming shots were overlaid against the mine.

The thunder was easier to deal with than before. He directly piled up a number of strong sea corpses nearby and drilled in.

The dense guns and brushings landed near him, and the sea corpses that covered him were almost like a hedgehog, and a large area around them became a jungle.

"This is... **** it?" the fishman commander muttered.

“No.” The sea element commander, who used observation instead of vision, whispered, “It’s still alive.”

"damn it!"

"In the end how to do?"

A number of pairs of eyes looked at the Great Priest of the Dragon.

It’s a shame that a thousand troops can’t be alone.

The Dragon priest also had some sorrows. In the face of a melee siege and killing, the target of a long-range shot could not be shot. It really couldn’t think of any way.

But in the thunder of the rumble, it finally came to mind.

"Prepare the spell!" It said, "Let the warlocks gather together, the use of the bomb! Do they not like the fireball to blow things up? No matter the fireball ice hockey thunderball poison ball... In short, give me the past! Put that monster It’s fried together with the surrounding ground!”

"This idea is good!"

"Just do it!"

The warlocks of all races were brought together, and under the guard of the elite armed with spears, they formed a messy formation and walked forward. When the distance is close enough, these weird guys with wonderful bloodlines are waving their wands and showing their own destructive spells.

One after another, the light ball flies in the direction of the thunder. The red is the burning fireball, the pale is the ice blasting, the dark green is the poisoning, the light blue is the sonic boom, the blue is the thunder bomb. ... For a time, it was like holding an energy-like spell show conference, which made people dazzled.

But this is still in vain!

Although Lei was hiding inside the body, he kept paying attention to the surrounding situation. When he saw the movement of the sea warlocks, he rushed out of the corpse and rushed into the warlocks with amazing speed.

Next, it is a one-sided slaughter.

Although these warlocks have great destructive power, they can say that the melee ability is very general. Lei faces the hordes of sea warriors and can kill the four sides. Of course, facing them is even more important.

When the warriors of the seas reacted and rushed to the rescue in all directions, the group of warlocks who gathered more than half of the high blood in the nearby seas had died, and only one of them was able to be rescued smoothly. Point to zero.

"Happy! Happy!" Leihaha laughed, and was very happy.

He has already put down all the burdens, and at this moment it is the last battle of pain. Up to now, he has achieved extremely fruitful results. If he says "kill one without losing, kill two and earn", then he is making a big profit, and his profits are enough to flash the human eye.

But he is not satisfied.

Only one time for human life, using this unique precious wealth to be the capital, there is no way to earn enough!

So there is only one thing he has to do, that is to continue to kill! Kill yourself until you can't move!

The sword is light and shadowy.

The battle seems to have returned to the previous appearance. Lei is a sword, facing the thousands of horses of the sea, killing the blood into a river corpse. Obviously he is only a person, the other person has more people; obviously he holds a long sword, but the other side has a spear, but instead he has an absolute advantage, but the sea warriors are horrified.

However, the commanders of the Hai people are reluctant to let this situation of morale continue to be continued. They have finally discussed the solution.

This time, it was a very rare mage in the sea.

They held the staff one by one, and they did not dare to approach, but they were slightly closer to each other, and they showed their magic to the thunder that was being killed in the large group of sea warriors.

Very simple spell, magic missile.

As the most classic spell, its power is not very big, but it is very reliable. The biggest advantage is that as long as the target is locked with the spirit, it will continue to track until it hits.

The thunder trapped in the heavy encirclement has spared no effort to avoid all kinds of weapons. Where else is there to spare the spirit of the Haizu Masters? I saw the lavender ball fluttering out of the crowd, flying into the battle crowd from all directions, like an agile fish, usually seeing the needles, bypassing the creatures outside the target, and slamming on the thunder.

The thunder in the fierce battle was suddenly attacked by dozens of magic missiles, and suddenly the body shocked. Before he could slow down, the surrounding sea warriors had seized the opportunity and swarmed in. At least four or five spears had pierced his body and almost forked him.

Lei swayed his sword consciously and killed all these enemies. But many magical missiles hit him, playing him and his body was crumbling.

Blood rushed out of the pierced wound, and the original pace became heavy and slow. Seeing the victory in sight, the warriors of the seas rushed over and wanted to share the glory of killing the powerful enemy.

Waiting for them is a sharp blade.

Lei endured the pain that seemed to have broken internal organs, and barely squeezed a smile. It can be seen in the eyes of the surrounding sea people, it is more terrible than the evil spirits.

This human being has suffered such a serious injury that it should be dead, how can it fight!

They are afraid, just around him, not afraid to get close.

Another wave of magical missiles came through them. They crossed the gaps of the crowd and made an arc. One of them did not leak all of them on the thunder.

Lei couldn’t stand still anymore, fell down and fell into his own blood pool.

His gaze gradually blurred, and the light and shadow in front of him flashed, and the scene of the scene flashed like a lantern.

A five- or six-year-old child walked happily in the palace with short legs and legs. He accidentally saw a group of victorious knights accepting his grandfather's review. The white kings must be as majestic as ever, with silver armor and long snow. The swords mingled in the sun, and even the horse's mane was neatly combed and mighty.

"...It turned out that from that time on, I was squatting into a knight."

The child has grown up and is already seven or eight years old. He waved a wooden sword and slashed his target against the target. He practiced swordsmanship in accordance with the guidance of his grandfather who had already retired. The old old king had no way to stand as long as he had in previous years. He sat in a soft chair and smiled at the youngest grandson practicing swords, guiding him from time to time.

"...Is it from that time that there is a rumor that I am the true descendant of the Eagle Wings?"

The twelve-year-old boy has an armor, riding a horse, waving with a long gun, and stabbing the violent orc. He whistled with many brave knights, tore the array of orcs, and killed the orcs.

"... This is my first time to fight, let a 12-year-old child fight with the orcs for the first time in actual combat, and it is really a loss to the father!"

The knight of the whole body armor held a long gun decorated with a pennant, riding a good white horse with no traces of hair, and proudly walked through the arena and won bursts of cheers. Under the helmet mask, the teenager smiled as bright as the sun.

"...The prince of the prince dressed up to attend the Cavaliers Conference, I was really out of that time!"

Flames, blood, and smothers, the familiar faces have become so strange, the sweet drinks are mixed with terrible poison, the sharp arrows are shot from behind, and the loved ones and friends fall down one by one, only the laughter is so clear.

"...the throne of the king is always in a pool of blood. When the teacher said that, I really understood it!"

The most noble people of the kingdom were thrown into the deep pits in a mess, and the poisons made the flies dare not approach, and even the bugs could not breed. The teenager slowly gasped and gradually recovered in the middle of a familiar face that slowly decayed.

"...I have experienced the most terrible hell. Since then, I have stopped crying."

The sly figure waving branches in the valley, regardless of the physical injury has not recovered. As the days passed, he was strong and firm every day, but his face was gloomy and terrible, and his eyes were even more murderous.

"... At that time I vowed to take revenge, but after all, I still couldn't do it."

Unsocial and lonely young people are brought together to drink by the self-cooked adventurers. Only one of his cheerful laughter is his face. But his eyes are no longer so indifferent, with a little warmth.

"...the messy guys, who can be tossed with everyone!"

The heavy chains locked the door of the Chamber of Commerce. The black-collar killers held the entire building with a bow. The young man in black armor was sullen and his feet were walking through a room with blood. All the things are stifled, even if they face the face that once laughed and laughed together, they are not merciless.

"...From that day on, my nickname changed from 'cold face' to 'destroyed door'."

The lonely black armor rides on the fierce Xunlong, screaming and chasing the crowd, cutting down the monks who let the general people feel sorrowful, cutting out the blood-stained property from the pile of the body, and the cold smile on the corner of the mouth.

"... It seems that people will beautify themselves before they die, and they will be killed by me, not only robbers!"

Seeing the magic crystal is about to arrive, a green big jellyfish descends from the sky, falls on the top of the black knight, with his tentacles against his head, smirking and threatening him, taking his spoils away.

"...this is the first time I have met my Majesty, haha, I always feel a little subtle difference."

Like a hat, the green jellyfish who stayed on the head of the black armor seemed to be transferred to be a pastor. He stubbornly told him all kinds of good and kind justice. Luo Hao had to let him cut the sword, but always Why not.

"...Think carefully, that period of time is really unbearable!"

Under the coercion of the abominable goddess of the goddess, the black knight had to start doing good things. He kept getting thanks and cheers. Unconsciously, his mouth often curled up and his face often showed a soft expression.

"... Probably, I just started to change from that time?"

There is an incorrigible female color demon in the team. This idiot often puts his target on him, and makes him violently jumped again and again. The play code of the sword is more than a few times. The chicken flies and jumps, and he gradually begins to laugh.

"...Sidi's guy...The clown is also useful... right..."

The knight squatted in front of the green jellyfish and looked awkward and said his vow. His eyes are very firm, his eyes are clear, and there is no gloom.

"...Thank you for giving me a new life! Unfortunately, I can't repay!"

The slightly young boy was immersed in the hard work of a white armor, and he did not notice the comfort and nostalgia in the eyes of the teacher.

"...I also have a day as a teacher. I always feel that I am getting old. Oh, I am growing up."

The teenager was lying pale in a pool of blood, laughing weakly, and his smile was getting cold.

"...Lanke, my student, you are still a child! Why are you so innocent and good children, to die in front of the old man who has committed countless mistakes!"

Countless lights and shadows, all the scenes gradually dim, he exhaled the last breath.

As if it were an illusion, he saw the brigade of refugees who were running away. Liv rides a horse that doesn't know where to get it. He runs around the team, screams and waves, waving a sword, like a skilled shepherd, maintaining the discipline of the entire team, so that the refugees will not be four. Escaped, avoiding the most horrible stampings.

Stil is flapping her wings and flying around her to help her maintain order. Spells or treat spells for the injured.

Suddenly, she stopped and looked back in confusion, looking at the direction of the port of Gals City.

"What's wrong?" Liv asked curiously.

Stilt did not answer, looking at it silently.

"Hey, female devil, goodbye."

"See you."

The light and shadow continued to flash, and he faintly saw the turbid undercurrent, saw the roaring sea, and saw the four huge figures that were struggling to kill.

One of them is slightly different from his impression, but the style is still the same.

"Your Majesty, sorry, I have not been able to complete your entrustment." Only the knight with a transparent figure could not get close to the battlefield, slowly kneeling down on one knee. "Please forgive me for being incompetent."

The hero who was in the midst of a fierce battle suddenly slammed his head and suddenly turned his head and saw that the transparent figure slowly dissipated.

From the last afterglow, he realized all the causes and consequences in a flash and made a crazy roar.

In an instant, the sky was broken and the turbid waves were empty.