Cthulhu Gonfalon

Because it is very close to the "negative" of the ring of the world, so in the endless wilderness, we can see the roots of the mighty roots. These "positive" order forces have experienced the entire "material surface". Nothing before it was orderly like a white array, it became colorful, order, chaos, good, evil, light, darkness, earth, water, wind, fire, life, death... colorful material surface gave them A variety of attributes, merge into a colorful torrent, like a river like a sea, flock to the edge of the material surface, toward the negative flow.

At this time, among the torrents, there was a skinny old horse, carrying a knight wearing an old armor, standing outside the endless wilderness.

He looks very bleak and desolate. The horse is so thin that he can see the ribs, and he walks and wobbles. It seems that he can fall down at any time; the patterns and decorations on the armor have almost been smoothed, and many places have been born. Rust, many pieces of nails that should have been tandem from the inside with leather, have even cracked, you can vaguely see the skinny body inside and the horse; the sword without any decoration is inserted in the skin sheath that has been worn out a lot. The tip of the sword was exposed, and the silk handle on the hilt was supposed to be wrapped around, and now it has been replaced with a rag.

In general, he feels destitute at first glance, like a funny character coming out of a comedy, or an exaggerated tragic film used to describe the background role of defeat, how come it is so miserable.

However, when he saw him, he laughed and laughed, but Lefeng, who was full of confidence, changed his face.

"Astoril, what are you doing here?" He asked coldly, and he could clearly hear a few uneasiness from his voice, and he could clearly see the fear from his face.

Among the gods in the world, there are only a handful of people who are so uneasy and fearful. The Lord of the Order is definitely one. The brother of justice, Jorga Deman, can probably count one, and the past record is brilliant to fear. The Lord of Mystery can probably count as one, and the rest... Can the Lord of Glory count? Yan Xiong has some doubts.

But he did not expect that the **** of the knight could also let Lefeng reveal such a look.

In his impression, the **** of the knight, Astoril, is a **** who lacks a sense of existence. This **** rarely descends on the gods, and never shows up in all kinds of things. His church was constantly oppressed by the gods of the nobility, and it was constantly annexed. He did not react. It was like a dull sloth. You beat him a slap. It would take him three minutes to call it a pain.

We must know that the **** of literature and art will try to save its own church and rush to negotiate with Yuxiong to relocate the headquarters of the literary **** church to the Grand Theatre of the Void Mask Playground!

Yan Xiong has always felt that the knight of the knight is very weak, and that his church has been bullied into such a thing that there is no response, a full gimmick. Yan Xiong thinks that if he encounters that situation, even if he does not violently jump like a thunder, he must find the righteousness of the nobility and negotiate with him. He must not allow this kind of thing to continue.

However, the **** of the knight did nothing.

So Kazuo is really a little despised from Him.

But... look at the appearance of Lefeng now, this **** of the knight seems to have a lot of doorways...

Yuxiong floated thoughtfully and quietly watched the development of the situation.

I don’t know when the gods of the orc gods flew out of the endless wilderness and cheered for their own bosses. I just didn't know whether it was intentional or not. They didn't keep a distance from Xiongxiong, but stood together. For example, the left side of the male is the former elephant who was taught by Lefeng, the Hercules of the Orc; the right side is a wild boar who has two fangs in his mouth, the **** of the orc family; The weak rabbit is the animal of the orc. In the farther place, there is a snake man with a head on his head. It is the orc **** of the previous generation, "the evil spirit of the iron face" Sneknell...

"Hey, you are too crowded!" said Yuxiong frowning.

The wild boar with a fat face smiled and snorted and said: "First line up, wait a minute."

"This dude, I seem to have seen you..."

"Well, I talked to you when everyone was smashing you last time."

"At that time, were you not a domestic pig? How did you become a wild boar?"

"I had a few appearances. The last time I was in the main plane, the power of the avatar was limited. This time, the body played." The wild boar swung the big wooden stick, and said with confidence, "Let’s wait, At that time, I must make a stick on the old tin can!"

"Don't blow, wake up when you're playing, don't let him slash you with a sword." The tiger, who took two scimitars in one hand, said coldly, "This time is not a joke, don't Confused!"

Yuxiong was full of doubts - the orc gods were all dispatched, and even the gods of the rabbits who could not fight ran out, actually still so nervous as the enemy? Is the **** of the knight very powerful?

So he asked this question.

"Hey?" The one who answered him was the wild boar. He turned his head in a stupid way and looked at the male with the eyes of a fool. "I finally saw a fool than me..."

Yan Xiong looked at the guy's look of obesity, and suddenly felt his IQ was insulted.

How can I be more stupid than this guy!

Fortunately, this wild boar, the **** of cultivation of the orc gods, the creator of the pigs, the Biggers, did not entangle with the "intellectuality" problem, and soon returned to the truth: "Astoli The guy is very powerful! We ate his loss in the past and were killed so badly..."

He raised the left hand without a weapon and pointed to Sneknell, the **** of the snake, not far away: "The old drug lord of the snake king is dead in that scorpion."

Snecker, who was holding a long spine spear, clearly heard his words and turned his head. The gloomy scorpion glanced at him, but did not say anything and turned back.

Yan Xiong stunned, remembered carefully, but did not remember that there was such a thing, simply use the method of communication of consciousness, ask for details.

Using this method to communicate more than normal conversations, and only a little while, Bigpest told him the details of the whole thing.

It happened in a very long past, when the orc creator "grandfather" was just dead, and the original orc god, six horrible giants, was born from his body. The mother of the water who lost the enemy did not have the interest to cultivate the fighting race. He handed over the human to the "guardian knight" Asdollier, who had just succeeded in sealing the gods, and retired himself.

The orcs and humans are still in war. One side has the advantage of single force, and the other has the advantage of discipline and growth speed, and it is very fierce.

Later, Astoril launched an attack on the orcs.

The battle was so dark that it was dark, but little was known about it, and even the battle itself was rarely mentioned.

However, the orc gods never dared to forget the battle.

In that battle, the six giants of the orc's distant ancestors were killed by Astoril. "The big drug lord" was one of them. From the corpse of his body, "Nickling spirit" Snecker was born. The two remaining giant gods were also seriously injured and have been half-sleeping for a long time. But as long as they wake up, they will stop telling future generations, be careful to beware of the iron-like guy, and remember to take revenge!

For this reason, the orc gods are not only abhorrent to the **** of the knight, but also very vigilant, and even fearful. Now that Astoril came to the door, whether they are out of resentment or out of fear, in short, one does not fall, and the hula is rushing out, ready to come back again.

"Under the leadership of Lefeng, we will be able to kill Him!" Bigpest emphasized this, and repeatedly emphasized it many times.

This just proves his guilty conscience.

If there is no point in my heart, why should we repeatedly emphasize "we can win"?

Yan Xiong secretly sighed, watching the eyes of the **** of the Knights, Astoril, suddenly changed.

It’s really unappealing, this seemingly impoverished and lonely singer, turned out to be a stalwart who almost singled out the entire orc god!

When he thinks about it carefully, he is relieved. His own big brother is also a great powerhouse. But he walks down the street. If he deliberately puts away the power of the strong, then it looks nothing more than a ragged big man. Although a muscle is a bit of a sell, but there is a set of old armor and an old horse knight god, it is not good to go anywhere.

The rotten ship also has three pounds of nails. How can an old knight be lost? Selling armor can also change a lot of money.

In the front, the **** of the knight and the dog of the swallow are still in consultation. They didn’t fight when they met, and they didn’t say the words. They only communicated with consciousness in private. They just looked at Lefeng’s expression. This communication must be very unpleasant, because his face is getting more and more ugly, and the brow is more The tighter the wrinkles.

Finally, He gave up the secret exchange of consciousness and shouted: "Astoril, you don't have to talk nonsense anyway! Our orc family will not give up any progress! You old-fashioned, it should have been rolling Go inside the garbage dump of history! Don't ask us with your old ideas!"

The Knight of the Knights was silent for a while and replied: "I just hope that... everyone can live in peace..."

His voice is old and dry, and even hoarse, it sounds like no power, it looks like a sick man.

"Peace? If you really want peace, why doesn't Uther come in person, but send you over!" Lefeng smiled coldly, and the light flashed, and there was already a short spear in his hand. "Today I am talking." Hey, here, if you want to stop us, use your sword to speak! Otherwise, give me a shut up!"

He raised the spear and the orc gods roared together and raised all kinds of weapons in his hand.