When the danger arose, Palmer thought that after the two reunited, Burlogo suddenly realized the importance of Palmer as a partner. He hugged himself with tears in his eyes and said that without Palmer, Burlogo
He couldn't move an inch or something.
In fact, Boluogo's eyes were filled with tears. At least he seemed to be quite excited.
"Where the hell have you been!"
Borrowgo punched and kicked Palmer with great force and without mercy. Palmer finally escaped from Olivia's hands, but now he was about to die at the hands of Borrowgo.
Burlogo was very angry. He had always been very tolerant of Palmer.
"This unlucky guy is like this. It's good to be alive."
Boluogo often said this in his mind to comfort himself, but this time Palmer's disappearance was really nonsense.
I fought round after round in this damn Colosseum, and my opponents changed several times, but Palmer was nowhere to be seen from the beginning to the end.
Sure enough, I have to find a new partner. Even the undead cannot be bullied like this!
"Wait! Do you think I'm hiding?" Palmer became hardened.
"Otherwise?" Bologo asked.
"Who do you think brought these guys in? It was me! It was me! I blew open the door to the virtual realm and let these guys in."
Palmer burst into tears, looking like he was a great hero.
"What about your whistle?" Bologo asked soberly.
Before entering the venue, he communicated with Palmer in advance that no matter what happened, he would first contact him by whistle. However, Palmer never contacted him and the channel was silent.
"Oh, this one is broken."
Palmer said and took out the whistle that was broken in half from his pocket.
"After all, there were too many people at the time, so I was running in a hurry. When I was going down the steps, I slipped and fell. I knocked my head and broke the thing."
Palmer said and touched his head. It was estimated that the injuries on his head were caused by the fall.
Boluogo was speechless for a moment. He really didn't know what to say and could only curse in a low voice.
"Palmer, you bastard..."
Before he could finish his words, a strong surge of ether burst out, and a bright firelight descended above the two of them in an instant, but Hart was one step faster than the firelight. When the giant shield fell, the ether barrier was activated at the same time, easily separating the sea of fire.
"How long will you continue to talk?"
Under the heavy firelight, Hart turned his head and shouted to the two of them, "Do what you should do."
Only then did the two of them escape from the quarrel. The battle was not over yet, and the battle for the Immortal Heart was far from over.
"Okay! Cido!"
"Thanks! Sido!"
Boluogo and Palmer sang together, and after the fireworks dissipated, they ran directly towards the passage where Jamon and others came from.
Nadai tried to stop them, but Yas never gave him such a chance. While suppressing Nadai, Yas stepped forward and kept getting closer to Nadai.
Slowly pulling out the saber from his waist, with the blessing of ether, the metal blade completely transformed into pure ether, as if it could split everything in the world.
Unfortunately, Burlogo didn't have the chance to see such a scene. He and Palmer stepped into the dark corridor together and ran as fast as they could.
Bologg knew why Yas assigned him to pursue it. Relying on his extremely sharp umbilical cord, Bologg was like a hound with an extremely keen sense of smell when dealing with these troubles.
This is also true. Boluogo can feel a vague direction, and disturbing auras are constantly coming from that direction.
"It's better to be careful. There are too many ghosts and monsters involved in this operation."
Palmer became serious. After a short rest and medication, his condition was much better than before. "When I was trying to destroy the virtual realm, I also met a night tribe."
When he heard about the Night Clan, Boluogo immediately thought of Olivia.
"Did you fight her?"
"No."
Palmer shook his head coolly, but no matter how cool his movements were, in Bolog's eyes, they were just a black hood wagging its head.
"She was conquered by my talent and charm, but unfortunately I have a fiancée, so I could only refuse with tears."
Palmer said as he took off the black hood. After the continuous battles, the black hood was in tatters.
Using it as a rag, Palmer wiped off the blood on his face vigorously, then took out another ball of black stockings from his pocket and put it on his face, making two holes for his eyes.
"But don't worry, when she finally asked for your name, I gave her your name."
Palmer raised an eyebrow at Burlogo.
"You now have a Night Clan suitor, partner."
"What the fuck?"
Listening to Palmer talk about cheating, Bologo couldn't help but want to scold him again.
"Don't be anxious! Don't be anxious! I'm not doing this for your own good."
Palmer's eyebrows were dancing with excitement, and his translucent stockings could not hide his excited expression.
"Think about it, Boluogo, as an immortal, you can't be single for the rest of your life, right? The other person happens to be an immortal too, can you give it a try?" Palmer's voice suddenly became louder, "Although
You don’t have much respect for me, but as a member of the Clerks family, I also have the tolerance I deserve.”
Bologna looked at Palmer in disbelief. He began to think that Palmer was really crazy.
Aimu was listening to the conversation between the two. In her opinion, both of them were crazy. Under such terrible circumstances, the two of them could still chat while walking on the road, and the topics they talked about were so wild and wild.
"Of course, the Night Clan is not important in this operation. She seems to be just a simple buyer. She didn't expect to be involved in such a dispute."
"Our real target is the guy who escaped and his accomplices," Palmer suddenly became serious again, "The King's Shield Guard... I really didn't expect that things would turn out like this."
"The King's Shield Guard?"
Bologo couldn't figure out what Palmer was talking about. It sounded like the name of an organization to which Nadai and Jamon belonged.
"This is a long story."
Palmer didn't know how to explain this to Burlogo for a while.
"Long story short."
"Well... in short, the King's Secret Sword began to split inside, and the split part was called the King's Shield Guard, which is the group of people you just encountered. They are supporting a man called the Shadow King.
The presence."
Palmer explained to Boluogo, "This information is highly confidential. I was only informed of all this when I met Yas."
Hearing this, Boluoge suddenly felt enlightened.
"That is to say..."
"Yes, the target of this mission is not the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce and the Orangutan Sect at all. As for TEDA? No one cares about him at all. The real target is the King's Shield Guard."
At this point, Palmer couldn't help but feel scared.
"This is a trap, a trap that deceives everyone...just to kill these king's shield guards."
Before Bologg could say anything, Palmer complained loudly again.
"Damn, these bastards are so inhumane. They didn't even tell me about the dangers of this mission," Palmer stared at Boluogo and yelled, "In order to connect you with that Night Clan, I almost...
She was killed!"
Being yelled at by Palmer, Boluogo was a little confused. He could clearly feel that Palmer's words were all nonsense, but it really made him refute. For a while, he couldn't keep up with Palmer.
ideas.
When it comes to telling bad things, Palmer is superior.
The two of them kept running around in the long and narrow corridor, which was as huge as a maze. They couldn't figure out why the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce built the place like this.
But if you look at this place as a blood-stained sacrificial site, Boluogo feels that it is somewhat reasonable. He thinks that the tyrant should be hiding somewhere, high above, admiring all kinds of stupid things of people.
While chasing Jamon, Boluogo also saw many fallen corpses along the way. Their death was very tragic, as if their bodies had been torn apart by some powerful force in an instant.
This was definitely not something Jamon could do. Boluogo became vigilant. It seemed that there was another hunter moving forward in this huge maze.
Teda Yazhedet.
The current situation is perfect for TEDA. What he needs is complete chaos. Now all the forces are entangled together, and the injured Jamon is fleeing alone.
Boluogo couldn't think of a more perfect time to take action, and TEDA's power was hard to discern.
TEDA's path is a pure, classical fantasy creation. Under his secret power, TEDA's thoughts will become reality, which means that his power is ever-changing and there is no basis for judgment.
For the same power-bearing person, Nadai gave Boluo Ge the feeling of being as violent as the blazing sun, while TEDA was as cold and strange as a poisonous snake.
"Amu, we may play against TEDA next, what do you think?" Boluogo asked abruptly, "If you don't want to, you can leave."
"Is the teacher going to do something terrible?"
"Probably? This TEDA guy doesn't say anything to anyone. Who knows what he is thinking."
In Boluogo's view, Teda did not have the composure of an old man at all. Instead, he looked like an irritable young man who was extremely paranoid. He kept all his thoughts inside and refused to talk to others.
Aimu remained silent and did not respond.
Boluogo shook his head helplessly. It would be too difficult for Aimu to make such a decision.
Teda does not love his child, but the child still loves her father. This is understandable and helpless.
"And you, Palmer," Burlogo suddenly turned his head and said to his partner beside him, "If you still want to maintain your image in my heart, you'd better be more reliable next time."
"Oh my God! I actually still have an image in your heart. I thought it would be shattered a long time ago." Palmer looked flattered.
"ha?"
Before Borlog could catch his breath, he raised his hand and was about to draw his knife and chop Palmer.
"Just a joke, just a joke."
Palmer shouted repeatedly and glanced at the gradually collapsing corridor. Countless scarlet tentacles stretched out from the wall and followed them.
"In this critical moment, I think we should make some jokes at the right time to lighten the atmosphere... What do you think? Boluogo."
