()Such a big movement naturally alarmed many people. There were only eight screeners who entered the temple, including the unlucky Aqsa. Two of them were killed in a short time. Jin Zhenhuan was furious in the team channel.

They roared and screamed, but found that one of them was dead. Fortunately, two of the four remaining men of the Paektu Mountain Eagle had already died, and all two members of the Christian Trappist Corps were killed.

Everyone reacts differently when faced with unknown fear and death. As an AD, Roy planned to escape. His position was not far from Wang Hu, so he could clearly see everything found in the corner. The sniper's

The tragic death made Roy sweat all over his body. He knew the sniper. Among the medium-sized team of the Baltic Mountain Eagles, Muluk was considered strong. The awm-shaped magic gun could summon a void

monster.

Any enemy bitten by a void monster will be unable to fight back when bitten. The armor-piercing damage of this monster is very shocking. The void domain determines that any armor will suffer a devastating blow, thus giving the enemy a fatal attack.

But Wang Hu's performance subverted all of this. Roy discovered that the guy didn't have any armor, and the basis and premise for the void monster's attack did not exist. He didn't know much about Muluk's skills, but he only knew that the void monster's attack was independent and

The only thing is that the damage value must be based on armor penetration.

Roy's overweight body greatly slowed down his movement speed. He almost sprained his ankle while stumbling and running wildly, tripping over the scattered furnishings and furniture on the ground.

'I shouldn't be allowed to do this damn job. Who the hell has ever seen a magician explore the path? This job needs to be done by that pig Monroe!'

His mouth kept muttering this sentence over and over again. The teeth in his mouth collided with each other out of fear, making a sound of "Gluglu". From time to time, Roy's fat lips were bitten until they were bloody. He could see

It is clear that the person who killed Muluk was the unlucky man who was hung on the execution stake.

'Mad! How did he come back to life, oh my God!'

Roy felt that his brain was a little weak. The penalty imposed on the Noxian soldiers by the torture pillar could not be easily changed, and the punishment was also very strong. Even the screeners would be imprisoned by the power of the torture pillar, let alone use it.

With this skill, even a little finger can't move easily.

In addition, there are vampire bats everywhere in Ironforge. Roy thought that guy was dead. But he didn't expect that he reappeared and killed Muluk in one move.

What made him even more confused was how the crazy tiger-like screener bypassed the overclocking rules and brazenly attacked the same camp?

Roy walked around a group of overturned chairs, slipping like a loach running wildly in the mud. The holes in Wang Hu's body were still bleeding. He had no time to put a bandage on himself. He could only open his toughness.

A small pocket bag. Drink all the five bottles of medicine in it for yourself.

The anger in Wang Hu's chest made him look extremely ferocious, and his plan for a sneak attack was ruined. Anyone who was not deaf could hear the huge gunshots from AWM.

"Damn fat man, stop for me!"

He roared angrily. The cooling time of the Yeqi Martin boots had not yet reached, so he could not launch a mad dash, so he could only open his legs to chase. Excessive blood loss made Wang Hu weak and dizzy, and every step he took was like stepping on someone's feet.

On the cotton. Even so, Wang Hu staggered behind and chased after him. This perseverance and firm will never gave up his murderous desire to chase Roy.

Seeing the fat man running further and further away, Wang Hu angrily bent down and picked up a low iron stool, rounded his arms and threw it away.

The low stool made a "wow" sound as it broke through the air, rolled in mid-air and hit Roy. He couldn't help but look back, and a cold sweat broke out on his back. This kind of low stool is one of the commonly used furniture for dwarves.

, the metal components made of pig iron did not consider the aesthetics at all, they were just crudely made from a few scrap iron blocks and weighed at least 80 kilograms.

Being hit by this thing is no different from being directly bombarded by a cannonball.

Roy screamed strangely, and before he could curse, he knelt on the ground and ran away like a dog with his limbs.

The low stool flew over his head, and the strong wind made Roy's scalp numb. With a loud "bang", the black iron lump knocked over several tables.

He continued to run away, trying to avoid the door of the temple, because he knew that the enemy who was chasing after him also expected him to escape towards the door, so that he could be caught without any effort.

'I just won't!' Roy muttered in his heart, crawling around under several tables. The fat piled up on his abdomen made him almost breathless. Every breath was as laborious as a dead mother, more like

Pulling on the old bellows, his chest made a "hissing" sound like air leakage.

In the end, he couldn't crawl anymore, and the heavy footsteps behind him also disappeared. It seemed that the enemy gave up pursuit, and Roy panted and knelt down under an iron table.

"Praise...the Lord...the Lord..." Roy panted heavily, unable to even utter a complete sentence. Under the leadership of Jin Zhenhuan, the Baektu Mountain Eagle always stood at the back of various battles. Taking advantage of

The long-range attacks of the team members reaped all the benefits, and 90% of their team was made up of remote AD and AP. The powerful DPS firepower output once allowed the Baektu Mountain Eagle to have both sides. It was this narrow team configuration that made the team

After suffering heavy losses, the Baektu Mountain Eagles fell into a situation of total destruction.

Roy poked his head out from under the table with lingering fear, his swollen eye sockets were rolling, making him look like a fat mouse about to come out of its hole to look for food.

Looking left and right, Roy let out a sigh of relief. The damn guy finally gave up. Roy, who was congratulating himself on escaping with his life, suddenly saw a black boot sole in front of his eyes. It was made from the skin and shoulder blades of a thestral.

The thick soles of his boots were stamped hard on his fat face.

Wang Hu angrily cursed, "Run! You should run!" As he spoke, he raised his foot and stomped on Roy's head. The violent movement made the wounds on his body begin to ooze blood again.

Come on. He drank another bottle of life potion and restored his health to 1300. "Damn it, fat man, you laughed the most when I was nailed to the stake! Mad, I'm going to do it today.

Damn you."

Roy wailed in pain on the ground and wanted to shrink back under the table. Roy was like a fat cabbage caterpillar, sticking his butt out and moving back.

But how could Wang Hu give him this opportunity? He threw the iron table away and then kicked Roy on the chin. There was a crisp "krack" sound.

Roy suddenly let out a whimpering howl, like a stray dog ​​whose legs were broken, screaming "Woo" in his throat. Wang Hu's flying kick directly smashed his chin into pieces.

The two rows of teeth were shattered like rain, and the tongue was hanging out weakly. The salivary glands were stimulated and secreted crazily. The saliva mixed with the blood from the cracked gums fell to the ground, and was quickly sucked dry by the thick dust.

Large areas of disgusting blood.

"Please...please...just in case we get caught..."

Hearing these vague words, Wang Hu smiled ferociously and yelled, "Let you go? Why didn't you say let me go? Didn't you laugh the happiest when I was nailed to the torture stake? Dog x

Something!”

Roy's heart pounded, and the blood in his body instantly solidified below freezing point, and his body trembled with fear. This guy was going to kill me. This thought came to his mind, and Roy was so scared that his crotch became hot. He even peed.

He is not a bold master.

"Don't...don't..."

He was crying and choking, and his fat body curled up, letting Wang Hu keep trampling on his body, and he kept vomiting out large mouthfuls of blood clots. But those small eyes were filled with madness and a desperate blow.

.

Wang Hu's body suddenly leaned back, and a sharp ice pick flew past his nose and scratched his forehead. It was half an inch away from Wang Hu's head being shot by the ice pick.

"Idiot!"

He cursed angrily, raised his foot and stepped on Roy's armpit, then bent down and swung hard, slashing diagonally from top to bottom with the sharp kukri.

The sword flashed, and Roy's entire right arm was severed at the elbow, and a large amount of blood immediately sprayed out from the smooth cross-section.

"My hand...ah..." Roy wailed in pain, holding his right elbow with his left hand, rolling on the ground in pain, and the light, large cotton armor was stained with dark red blood.

The broken right arm was still clutching a short magic wand, like a fish that had been thrown ashore, flapping its tail fin, twitching and twisting helplessly on the ground.

Roy crawled over, grabbed his right arm with his left hand, and tried to reattach the broken arm to the wound, but the splattered blood was very slippery, and his efforts were in vain.

Wang Hu smiled ferociously and kicked Roy on the back, knocking the howling guy to the ground. He wiped a handful on his forehead, and the blood that slowly flowed from his forehead was wiped away by this casual wipe.

It filled half of Wang Hu's face, adding a sense of toughness and ferociousness to him.

Like a violent beast, Wang Hu leaned down and roughly grabbed Roy's greasy hair, lifted the fat guy up with a strong lift, and whispered into Roy's ear, "Go to hell!"

"As soon as the handle of the kukri was turned, the sharp blade was placed on Roy's throat.

As if to vent the murderous violence in his heart, the kukri cut through the skin, throat, and neck bones of Roy's neck slowly and firmly, like sawing wood!

Roy struggled in fear, but Wang Hu kneed him and shattered the top of his tailbone. He reluctantly blocked the kukri with his left hand in an attempt to delay death, and scratched crazily on Wang Hu's right hand holding the knife.

Slapping.

Wang Hu was as silent as a cold stone, and his thick arms seemed to be cast from molten iron, cutting back and forth resolutely. Finally, Roy's body suddenly stopped struggling, and his left arm hung down weakly, like pork hanging on a meat stall.

, drooping lifelessly.

"Ah!" Wang Hu roared, and violently tore the severed head from Roy's fat body.

Just as he was finishing all this, a smelly wind suddenly hit from the left side, and a monster with a human face and a snake body smelled the strong smell of blood and rushed over!
Chapter completed!