Chapter 1,180 The legendary black and red evil spirits

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"I think that being able to use the power in your hands tactfully and prudently is an important basis for judging whether a person is mature and smart."

"Don't just lean in and pretend to be familiar with someone to teach others."

I pushed the old drunkard's face away, but in an instant, like a roulette wheel turning half a circle, the old man Farah's smiling and wrinkled old face appeared in front of me.

"Dear Wu, you who have the power, and I who have the knowledge, let us work together to create a beautiful new era for this world."

Like a comrade in life and death, Farah patted my shoulder and pointed directly to the west, crying.

Unfortunately, there is no sea, no sunset, or even a window to see the sky.

A new era without sky, sea and sun... Do you want to help the Hell Clan rebel?

Besides, I don’t want to join the team with an old man who has no buying points and cannot attract players at all, and happily embarks on a big RPG adventure to save the world. This kind of guy is only qualified to play the role of someone who suddenly breaks into the protagonist’s team’s path and is covered in blood.

, there is only one breath left, and of course there are lines.

"There are monsters ahead..."

How about I be kind enough? At least I gave him a positive face and a line of dialogue. He was supposed to be a tragic character who died tragically and was trampled under the iron hooves of the monsters and turned into a pile of mosaic objects.

"No, this bastard seems not to let us go..."

"If this continues, we will really be deployed to the misty forest to chop down trees..."

Rogge, the first stingy one, and the second stingy one, the two people who were supposed to be enemies, had a formal meeting for the first time. They squatted in the corner and started whispering to each other.

"If we don't do anything else, how about we kidnap Akara?"

"No, Akara is of no use now. We have to kidnap Vilas or one of them."

"I'll just trick that little girl Sharna into getting lost in the mountains."

Hey, hey, hey, I heard it all, bastard, what do you want to do to your students, where is your dignity as a teacher?!

"Hmph, there's no need to discuss it. Now let's burn the remaining energy and thank me. It's me who made your life, which could only be confused with the toilet, burst into glory like a fly at the last moment.

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"What's with the fly-like brilliance?!"

Two old guys, they are very accurate when it comes to making complaints.

"If that's the case, there's nothing we can do about it."

The old drunkard suddenly stood up, and the expression on his face suddenly became righteous.

"Drunkard, you..."

"Farah, have you forgotten? We are the elders of the alliance."

At this moment, the old drunkard seemed like a tall knight standing on the hill, exuding an aura of justice and seriousness.

"We who shoulder the glory, even if we are treated unfairly, for the sake of the entire alliance, we must swallow it silently, let alone cutting down trees, even if we go to hide in the harshest snow mountain cave in Harrogath for a winter

There will be no hesitation in paying the debt."

Yes, sorry to interrupt, I seem to have heard some strange private purpose and self-inflicted cause and effect mixed in this righteous speech.

"Really? Drunkard, you finally realized it."

At this time, old man Farah also stood up, as if he had finally torn away his usual old and careless disguise, his face became dark and vicissitudes, especially his eyes, which were shining with lightning, not as if, but really.

Threads of electric snakes were twisting and dancing.

"All this time, I have been enduring, pretending to be stupid, and acting like I'm only a little better than you, just to wait for the day when you wake up!!"

Although I don't know why... no, I don't understand why this guy endured the humiliation at all, but it sounds like a very remarkable reason, such as secretly peeing on the grass in the park to save polar bears.

"Farah, I didn't expect you..." The old drunkard was obviously excited.

"Let's not talk about the past anymore. We just need to look forward now and revive the reputation of the Black and Red Evils."

Oh oh oh...I don't know how to complain.

"No, wait, it should be the red and black demons."

"No, if you think about it more carefully, it should actually be the black and red evil spirits."

"I think you are an old fool, old man Farah."

"It was you who drank and became stupid!"

The duo, who originally worked together and seemingly wanted to save the world, fell apart because of the order of titles.

If there really is a big boss defeated by these two people, and the world saved, that would be really sad.

"Wow~~~cough cough cough~~~~~"

It was at this time, yes, it was at this time, that the old drunkard suddenly coughed up a large mouthful of blood, his body began to sway exaggeratedly, and he leaned against the chair behind him and softened.

"Drunkard, what's wrong with you?!" Farah quickly [shocked].

"I...I can't... anymore."

The old drunkard suddenly became extremely angry, coughing up blood and smiling weakly.

"Why did it become like this!" Old Farah couldn't believe it.

"Do you still remember the war three years ago?" The old drunkard cast his eyes into the void, as if he was remembering something.

"Remember, it was a brutal battle." Old Man Farah hissed.

"In that battle... everyone was seriously injured, and finally... the great demon Barn was sealed." The old drunkard showed a proud expression.

Oh oh oh, a new enemy has appeared, not the Great Demon Lord Baal, but the Great Demon Lord Baan.

"Could it be that your current injury was at that time..." Old Man Farah was shocked when he saw the old drunkard coughing up blood.

"No……"

The old drunkard shook his head, showing sad eyes.

"After saving the world, the next day, in order to celebrate, I went to the bar to drink, and the result..."

"Could it be that... those rubbish nobles who originally begged us like dogs were afraid that a few of us would be too prestige and rob them of their rights, so they committed a murderous attack?!"

Old Farah's thoughts suddenly became gray and rotten.

"In the end, because I didn't have any money on me, I was slapped lightly by the bar owner from a distance. I didn't expect that the injury I suffered at that time would actually occur now!" The old drunkard's eyes widened, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he looked like he was about to die.

Lively.

Farah: "..."

I:"……"

He's not a big devil or a noble, he's a bar owner, such a cheap savior, such a sharp bar owner. If I had known this, wouldn't I have just asked the bar owner to seal that big devil? Look at what you guys are doing.

"I thought I could last for eight, eight, forty-nine days, but I didn't expect... or..."

It's wrong, it's so wrong, it's only eighty-one-eleven days old, right, you idiot!!!

"Bedivere..."

The old drunkard's weak eyes fell on Farah's face and he called softly.

Ah, the title suddenly changed.

"Take my sword."

No, that's a spear...

Watching old man Farah respectfully take over the wooden spear often used by old drunkards, even though I didn't know what kind of drama they were playing, I still complained.

"Listen carefully, go through this forest, pass through the bloody hills, continue walking and you will see a lake, put my sword into it."

Hey, hey, is this really no problem? Is there really no problem with copyright?!

"This time I sleep..."

"Hi!!"

Before the old drunkard could finish what he said, I kicked her several times in a row, hoping that she would sleep longer, preferably forever. That would really be a big help to the dark world.

If this guy keeps talking, it won't be as simple as copyright infringement.

Forget it, let’s not argue with this old woman for the time being. Let’s get rid of old Farah. This guy dares to spread the greatest shame in my life. Both he and Mu Aodonggua must die!!”

As soon as I turned around, I was hit by a strong momentum that made me almost unable to open my eyes.

The source of the momentum, Old Man Farah, with his black mage robes fluttering, seemed to be the center of the entire world. The atmosphere used him as a vortex, spinning at high speed, blowing up waves of devastating momentum.

"I'm really sorry for keeping it hidden from everyone until now."

In this overwhelming aura, old man Farah turned a faint look and said this.
To be continued...