on the Leyte River.
Rona held the front part of his wand, the magic of the frost system overflowed from Rona's palm, and the wand, which was already overheated, was rapidly cooled under the influence of the cold breath.
"Are there still people alive under the cabin?"
"Saving people is really not what we should do."
A mercenary complained with some dissatisfaction. He just carried a comatose sailor onto the deck.
"Stop complaining, take the wounded to the canoe that the merchant ship has spared, this boat won't last long!"
After the battle, Rona directed the team members to clean up the battlefield. The Serpent of Yevrke did a lot of dirty deeds in the past, but these were forced by life.
Now that their lives have stabilized, the members of the mercenary group agreed that they still need a good reputation.
It sounds hypocritical, but it's not a good feeling to be walked down the street and avoided like the plague.
Rona continued to cool down the staff in his hand. The original spar inlaid on the top of the staff can multiply the effect of his spellcasting.
In the game, it should be considered that the durability has been lost. The rarity and quality of this staff also belong to the first level of epic.
The Serpent of Yevrk was discovered in a dangerous ancient ruin.
"Open your eyes, I know you didn't pass out."
Rona squatted down in front of the judge. He had fought against the judge several times, but the needle was the most difficult judge he had ever met, so Rhona didn't dare to let his guard down.
So much so that the wand in his hand was already at a critical point.
The needle lying on the deck heard this sentence and let out a strange laugh again...
"Stop laughing, do you still have company?"
Rona would not be soft on any judge, because once his lover and his comrades in the mercenary group suffered from the gray fog, the culprit was the judge.
So when he was entrusted by Joshua to grab the needle, he was still a little dissatisfied... But since it was the employer's order, Rhona could only follow it.
However, only one person who grabbed the needle was in Joshua's commission, which didn't mean they wanted to bypass the other judges.
Needle didn't speak and still laughed out loud, which sounded inexplicable to Rhone.
"Answer me! Do you have any other companions?" Rona was a little irritated by Stitch's laughter.
"No!"
Needle suddenly stopped laughing and answered Rhona with the same angry voice.
When she looked at Rona, Rona found that half of the judge's cheek was festering.
"You bastards, what mercenary group, what for the alliance! One by one, they destroyed my toys without any reason!" Needle shouted at Rona in a frenzied voice, and Rona suddenly He grabbed her cloak and pulled her to the other side.
But this action was still a bit late, and the needle's calf was instantly severed by an invisible blade.
At this moment, Rona saw a stranger behind the merchant ship. His target was not Rona but the needle.
"It's time to end." After the needle's calf was broken, he laughed madly again.
This time, Rona felt a large amount of gray magic power gathered at the stern, and the target he aimed at was still the stitches. At this time, Rona only needed to dodge.
But at this moment, Rona pressed the staff in his hand to the ground, the pure white inscription flashed out in front of Rona, and a magical barrier composed of the inscription instantly unfolded in front of Rona.
The gray torrent swept through the magic barrier formed by Rona, and the mana of the releaser far exceeded Rona's expectations, and the barrier shattered in less than two seconds.
"Go away!" Needle shouted angrily again when Rona blocked the blow for her.
"You just said... the alliance?"
Rona's voice sounded very labored, and the magic barrier in these few seconds was about to drain the magic in his body.
"What's the matter!" Needle roared angrily again.
"Just a little... surprised, it turns out that you also play World Rift."
The moment Rona finished speaking, the original spar at the tip of his wand shattered into debris, and the magic barrier disappeared in an instant, but luckily the other team members found the attacker at the stern.
They responded quickly, drawing the attacker's hatred into the past.
"Rona!"
The archer immediately came to Rona, who was half-kneeling on the ground, and found that the skin of his arm holding the staff had completely disappeared.
"Hey... You can't hold the mouse anymore." The archer looked at the wound on Rona's hand and said.
"Kaya, it's such a silly joke now..."
Rona fell into the archer's arms before he could finish his words.
Sewing Needle's pupils shrank as she watched this scene, and when she was about to shout the word "deserving" mockingly, a needle made of gray mist that emerged from the deck directly pierced her eyebrows.
At this moment, the needle lost consciousness and fell on the deck.
When Needle opened her eyes again, she appeared in a dark space... a space she had long known.
"Needle, you failed."
A figure made of gray fog appeared in front of the needle. It wore a mask with a bird's beak on its face, and the fingers of its hands were three times the length of ordinary people.
The figure made of gray mist slowly caressed the half of the cheek that was festered by the stitches.
"Don't say unnecessary words, isn't it just death, I've been waiting for a long time." Needle shouted to it loudly.
Finally, the hand moved to the neck of the needle, and suddenly stopped the neck of the needle.
"You will be my nourishment."
Needle felt the suffocation gradually coming from her neck, but a smile appeared on her face again... Because the world in front of her was pitch-dark, it didn't matter whether she closed her eyes or not.
Born to be alone and shrouded in black, Stitch hates this world, so he wants revenge and leaves this world.
Now she can finally leave this place she hates without any nostalgia.
But in a trance, the needle heard something roaring, and she opened her eyes again in disbelief. The roaring sound was not her illusion.
An orc in armor suddenly rushed out of the corner, he let out an angry roar again, and with the shield in his hand fought off the gray figure that was pinching the needle's neck.
The needle fell on the ground again and kept coughing...
"But... what..." Needle breathed the air around her, looking at the orc standing in front of her incomprehensible.
"Whoever you are! Get away from me!" Needle shouted at the orc, but the orc also roared at the gray fog in the distance.
"Needle, you are resisting my will."
There was no anger in the figure formed by the gray fog, but his long sharp claws suddenly attacked the orc, and in just an instant, the orc fell to the ground.
"How did I know this would happen! I don't even know where this damned orc came from!" Anger filled Stitch's heart again, and she couldn't even be killed now.
But the needle felt the suffocation of the neck being strangled again, and the gray fog clearly grabbed the neck of the orc.
In the next second, the thunder and lightning exploded in the dark space, and the arrow formed by the thunder shot towards the gray fog, piercing the gray fog's body through a hole.
"Needle! Where did the power in your consciousness come from!" Gray Fog's voice sounded a little angry.
"The power in my consciousness?"
The needle retreated incomprehensibly. She had no idea what was going on, but a sharp tentacle appeared in Gray Mist's hand and stabbed at the needle. The bear with long horns stood in front of the needle, the tentacles pierced into the bear's skin, and the giant bear roared in pain.
There were also scars on the needle's arm, but she didn't feel anything.
At this moment, Sewing Needle stared blankly at the... horned giant bear standing in front of her, and she suddenly remembered that she had seen this bear there.
Suddenly... Needle turned his head and looked behind him. Twenty-four fully-armed orcs, tauren, blood elves and trolls charged towards this place. The sword roared out...
"For the tribe!"