Flag guns were erected around the beast's mount, with the heads of prey stuck on them. The head of the short leader of the agate man was also there, piercing through the broken neck and piercing the skull. A tongue hung out, swollen.
The eyeballs are ectropioned and look scary.
"No collection value." The chief threw away the two heads, and the horror beast hounds following around immediately pounced on them and swallowed them whole.
The chiefs accelerated the pace of hunting, and the pressure on the survivors immediately increased.
The great chief sat on the chariot, clenched his fist with one hand, supported his forehead, and closed his eyes to rest. These miscellaneous fish were not worthy of him at all, and he was not even interested in taking a look at the battle situation. But the next second, he suddenly opened his dark eyes.
, staring at the empty wilderness on the right.
A black beam of light split the space like a sharp sword, stood on the ground, and then unfolded, forming a wide and magnificent portal.
The black energy arc overflowed like a swimming fish, crackling and causing the dust on the ground to be swept around.
A female knight wrapped in white steel armor drove her horse and walked out of the portal. Her gaze was like a sharp blade, glaring from side to side.
The majestic horse, also wearing uniforms, was blowing hot air and leaving huge hoof prints on the ground.
"Prey?" A third-level servant, after getting the signal from the great chief, dragged his scimitar and killed the female knight.
The slave jumped and slashed in the air, but the expected scene of cutting open the enemy's body did not happen.
The female knight waved the silver dragon lance in her hand, and in the sound of the wind, dozens of gun shadows were pointed out in an instant. The slave was covered in blood and rolled on the wilderness. His eyes turned white, like a dying catfish.
If you only have air coming in, you obviously won't survive.
"In the name of the Lord, purify evil!" The female knight raised her lance between her eyebrows and looked at the chief indifferently, without any fear.
The sonorous and powerful voice floated in the wilderness, and the female knight stood there, seeming to add a refreshing floral fragrance to the Stone Age.
"Interesting!" The corner of the chief's mouth twitched, "I have decided to make you my new slave girl!"
The servant of the third level of Ying was enough to defeat most of the strong men in the Trojan team. He was killed instantly with one blow, but the chief didn't care at all.
"Lorraine, there is no need for such formal etiquette when dealing with heretics, just kill them." A male knight wearing red heavy armor rode out of the portal.
With his huge body and thick voice, coupled with his huge war horse, he looked like a moving chariot. Every time the horse's hoof stepped down, it would leave an imprint half a foot deep, which showed that he was astonishingly heavy.
"Willard, I'm afraid you won't see Lorraine's disgrace in your lifetime." The woman who came out this time looked exactly like a medieval witch, wearing a wide-brimmed hat with a large brim, sitting on a broom.
The breeze blows, blowing up the robe, and you can see two white breasts, which is enough to make any man gulp.
The chief frowned slightly. He could feel the surging power from these uninvited guests, but it was not enough to make him moved or afraid.
"No matter who you are, you will die today." The chief grabbed the bone gun made from the spine of the most ferocious beast in the wilderness, and was about to attack, but suddenly stopped and stared at the portal with a solemn expression.
An eighteen-year-old young man rode a white horse, resembling a medieval prince, and wore gorgeous court clothes. He walked out of the portal. He was handsome enough to eclipse any flower. His exquisite outlines and lines were more beautiful than the most beautiful gems.
It can also attract women's attention.
"The enemy this time is another ugly monster?" The young man glanced at the chief, and the other's ugly appearance made him frown in disgust.
The chief was very angry, but the power fluctuations contained in the other party made him afraid to take action.
"Have you seen enough? Bow your head Dragon King, you see an old friend, why don't you come out and say hello?" The young man gently lifted the reins with his white-gloved right hand, letting the war horse pass the knights in the court dance steps, and then stopped.
"Old monster, every time I see you like this, I feel sick to my stomach. Are you really a vampire?" The low and hoarse voice filled everyone's ears with the air, including the three knights.
, and shuddered unconsciously.
The little chiefs realized something was wrong and gathered around.
"I'm not a vampire, but you are definitely not a human." The young man smiled, "The number one person in China, please call me the Millennium Earl."
This forever young man is nicknamed Old Monster and is recognized as the number one Trojan in the world. A legend that many people have only heard of but have never seen.
Sigmint Siegfried, a wandering Jew who is said to have lived for thousands of years and has immortality, a magician and an alchemist. He has many identities, each of which can be written into a wonderful story. He
He was once an expelled king who predicted and participated in many historical events. He was also a Frankenstein who studied pharmacy and chemistry to help the poor...
"If you keep talking nonsense, I might fight with all my strength." The man nicknamed the Dragon King with his low head wore a tight-fitting black protective suit and was wrapped in a large black cloak. Although his face was not covered by a mask, there was always a
Surrounded by black mist, no one could see his lineup.
"Heretic, pay attention to your tone." Lorraine scolded, pointing his lance at the bowed Dragon King, "I want to challenge you."
"Not interested." The Dragon King bowed his head and always looked down on the mysterious dragon. He was extremely mysterious and extremely powerful. Except for the old monster, even Ben-Hur and Vasily could not look down on him.
The big chief was dumbfounded, and the little chiefs were all stunned. These people actually ignored themselves and talked to each other as if there was no one else around. It was really abominable.
"I'm going to make you pay the price!" The chief wanted to roar, but the sudden gazes of the Millennium Earl and the Dragon King made him shut his mouth subconsciously. He sensed fear. Since becoming the king of this wasteland, how many
Years later, he never felt this way again.
"The Holy Land War is about to begin, will you join?" The Millennium Earl looked at the clouds rolling in the sky and sighed, "I'm tired, and I really don't want to experience it again."
"That's not up to you." The lowered Dragon King curled his lips and said, "As expected, the older you get, the more useless you become. My goal is to find the mastermind behind the Trojan horse."
"You won't succeed." Sigmint shook his head. He had tried before, but failed, so he gave up.
"Can you tell me about your experience? Don't worry, I won't let you waste your words." The bowed Dragon King pointed at the chief, "How about I leave him to you?"
The chief was almost furious. Was he just a ball? He was allowed to be manipulated.
The Three Knights of Lorraine did not say that the Dragon King was arrogant and arrogant. The other party did have this strength. The origin of his nickname was because everyone who saw him must look up to him.
The low-headed Dragon King appears to be alone, but in fact, his subordinates can arrive at the scene through teleportation at any time and attack the great chief and the Millennium Earl.
"I hate war." Sigmint touched the ring on his finger, "I leave this to you, I'm leaving."
"No, I want to accumulate strength and participate in the Holy Land War. I'll see you later." Knowing that he couldn't get the information, the Dragon King left decisively. "If the war hadn't been imminent, I would have decided with you who would be the first person."
"Young man, you can't hold your breath." The Millennium Earl shook his head and looked at the chief, "Fight, my time is limited."
"Kill them." The great chief let out a roar that shook the sky. A dozen chiefs gathered around him roared and charged, trying to drown the prey.
The three knights of Lorraine attacked, and with a flick of their lances, there was a bloody storm.
The great chief moved, and his powerful body allowed him to tear apart the space and appeared next to the Millennium Earl. Unfortunately, before he could attack, his body suddenly stiffened.
"As I wish, physical confinement!" The Millennium Earl spoke out in a melodious tone, and glanced at the great chief lightly, "As I wish, get out of here."
The great chief rolled out, covered in mud, and looked as embarrassed as a rabbit that had been hit by an arrow, but he quickly jumped up, stared at the Millennium Earl fiercely, and pounced on him again.
"The ancient golden court of Asgard." The Millennium Earl expanded his territory. The three knights under his command were only fourth-level heroes. Facing the siege of the powerful chiefs, he did not want to be harmed.
Within the scope of the domain, various types of attack effect amplification, blessing and curse effects can support and attack friendly forces and enemies leaving the Golden Court, and the coordinates of team members can be determined at any time, and support and recall can be implemented. However, the most powerful effect is teleportation.
The seed ability of the Millennium Earl is called the King of Secrets, and it is definitely one of the top three abilities in the Trojan world.
The warchief attacked and was neutralized. To kill him, the count needed to use about 50% of his strength.
"God's command, shock." One of the abilities used by the earl is the Sibyl Prophecy. Since he has completed all the worlds of Nordic mythology, passed the most difficult trials, and collected all runes, he can receive rewards.
The highest level of the Great Wishing Technique, he can quickly activate various spells with very little consumption. Facing an ordinary fourth-level hero, he can even follow his words and kill them instantly with one blow.
The Earl has little interest in fighting. After hundreds of years of living, he has been used to seeing all kinds of things in the world, which has long since made him lose his desire to fight. Living a plain life is what he wants now.
Touching the Nibelung ring, an epic and unique item on his hand, the count pulled out the holy sword. In the gorgeous light that reached the sky, the great chief was beheaded.
"The heir has finally appeared, and my fate is finally coming to an end." The count looked at the setting sun in the distance and sighed. He was not disappointed, but a kind of relief.
"Where is the heir?" The witch hated killing, so she flew to the group leader on a broom and asked curiously, "I heard you talk about it twenty years ago, but I have never found it."
"In China, I feel it." The count walked towards the portal without looking back.
"Aren't you going to save those conquerors?" The witch was surprised, but she had not forgotten the purpose of the whole group's dispatch.
"If you can't even defeat the remaining soldiers, there's no point in living." Willard beheaded the chief and left the Stone Age. (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)
