Seeing the consul's expression on his face, Rozim, who was standing beside him, then took his shoulder and introduced mysteriously:
"Tell you, have you heard of the Conspiracy Group of Death Blades? It was the first to resist Victor. They no longer need slaves now. I have seen it with my own eyes. Every time they fight or discuss in a meeting, their consuls, Dracula, and samurai, must be one for each person. After eating it, you can refresh yourself. If you try this big fruit, Brother Bao will not harm you."
As he said that, he took the initiative to reach out and pick up the strange fruit core in Dogo's hand, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it.
"The Fruit King made by the Too Dwarf is really different. It is not your excitement drug. It is not only safe, healthy, pure and natural, but also strong, and it doesn't taste thorny, and it's not addictive. Last time we beat the monster of the Blood Actress, everyone was so anxious that a female consul was so anxious because the Too Dwarf would be out of stock for a while... Tsk, The Too Dwarf is really the fruit, the fruit is so strong, the taste is good, and it has a good taste. It's so juiced, and whether it's abscess or something else, it's energetic. I want to go to the battlefield to show you, kill one, and the reaction will be faster before chewing one."
Although Rozim was so sarcastic, Imo was still a little unbelievable. If this thing was so powerful, it would not have any side effects and the price would not be as high as the sky?
"I have to find someone to see this thing first-"
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a crisp burst. The short stub who drank nearly half a ton of wine in their stock suddenly jumped out of the chair, and a huge axe suddenly appeared in his hand, which scared Yimo so much that he instinctively grabbed the weapon at his waist.
"Himmer, something is coming."
Rozim immediately stood up when he heard this, Nanawei looked around with a humming huff, while the Arakans unbeaten stopped their movements and pinched the flying knife, like a statue.
A slight panic began to spread throughout the hall, almost boiling. Imo turned around and wanted to summon the guards, but Rozim held his shoulder and signaled quiet.
A strange silence came, mixed with waves of uneasiness.
In the darkness of the dome of the main hall, a greasy shadow slowly emerged, and his arms were equipped with black claws that were slender like needles. They quietly climbed up to the wall and spread to the ceiling.
There, it spread into a dark pond, as if it merged into it.
Loken seemed to be the first to notice something was wrong, he raised his pistol and aimed at the shadow of the roof, but just before he shot, a sudden quick action caught his attention.
The light reflected on the metal, and the thing rotated, extremely sharp.
call out--
It was a flying knife aimed at a ragged figure that appeared in the shadow, a sky-breaking assassin in black.
With a tingling sound, the flying knife hit the wall and sputtered sparks.
The assassin who dodged the flying knife jumped back and flew to the ground. Imogang called on the guards loudly, and the other party rushed over like an arrow.
At that moment, Imo saw creatures faster than Comoros Assassin.
The light green figure, as if staring at its prey for a long time in the jungle, finally found a chance to prey on the killer insect, almost swept across with a sonic boom.
At first, he seemed to miss the target until his body turned into a touch of color on the artist's canvas, like a shadow copy of the original, only with a slightly different position.
Imo blinked, almost unable to tell what he saw, but the other party's left leg had already cut through the assassin's throat.
After a breath, he took a step back without defeat, slowly lowered his left leg, stepped on his rolling head, and stood next to the headless assassin as if nothing had happened, with his hands behind him, and his insect-like face was elusive.
Two seconds later, the body with blood gushing down slowly and made a dull sound. At this time, the conspiracy group warriors rushed in noisyly.
Imo rubbed his eyes. He didn't believe that a Sky-Breaking Assassin who was enough to make any consul frightened in Comoros was killed in an instant?
You should know that although they are not as weird as the Mandela Assassin, they are equally fatal. Although they like to use poison to commit assassination more often, it does not mean that they are weak.
This was also the first time he saw this Arakan attack. Dogo had already surprised him enough before, and this guy looked...
I'm afraid you can kill all sides in the arena, but depending on the smoke from the opponent's muscles, perhaps this rapid attack will consume a lot of physical energy, and it is difficult to perform a second time in a short time...
But Bubai seemed to have noticed his thoughts, and suddenly turned around and glanced at him. There was a kind of reflection that seemed to be joking in his eyes, which was not emotional.
"Ah, so the final problem is solved."
Rozim glanced at the body, turned around and picked up the wine glass from the table.
"Brother, we have our last cup, I wish us all peace and smooth!"
"I received information here. The Phoenix seemed to be going to the shadow realm. Do you think Victor would let him in?"
At the top of the magnificent spire of the White Flame Conspiracy Group, Neos Ilician stared at the shadow of the towering overlord spire in the distance, gently shaking the wine glass in his hand.
In a moment, Xie Lian, the consul of the Blade of Desire Conspiracy Group, gently shook his sharp bone fan and walked out from behind Ilician.
Ilician shook his head.
"If it were me, I would definitely not. This person has been a miracle in Comoros recently... I thought it would be a killing game that I would die, but it was resolved by him, and it could even make Victor suffer a little secret loss. There were even two masters of blood actors and their learning fell into his hands. If I were Victor, I wouldn't let him do anything again..."
"Maybe it's not that he doesn't want to, but that he can't do it?"
Shelian gently stroked the edge of the bone fan that was enough to cut the metal across Ilycian's back, then approached the other person's ear, and whispered in an unusually ambiguous posture:
"I heard that Victor intends to use nearly half of Kaydes' area to trade with Candulak, so that the other party will eliminate the Phoenix no matter what."
Ilician sneered in the corner of his mouth.
"If he did, then his spire of dominance would start to collapse, and everyone would realize that he was beginning to become weak, and that Kandulak had already called himself the King of Erin Drach, his ambition was boundless like the ever-expanding shadow, and did Victe have the courage to conspire with such things? I don't think so."
"But you have the courage to conspire with the Eternal Court. If Kandulak is an ever-expanding shadow, then is Soshiyan considered a dazzling sun? You can still live in the shadows, but you will be burned to death."
"Sun? Ha, Comoros is a place where the sun is bound, are you afraid of what's above your head? It's never as deadly as sharp blades and plots in the shadows."