In the black forest, a battle is going on.
A spearman held a spear, stepped on the wet ground, stepped over the thick grass, rushed into the depths of the black forest, launched an attack on the enemy, and stabbed the spear into an enemy's body.
He saw a ball of blood blooming on the enemy's body, and then the enemy screamed in pain: "Ah!"
The corner of the spearman's mouth curled up, and he slowly retracted the spear he thrust out, slowly accumulating power, and then stabbed the enemy's body again. The enemy was severely injured, his face turned pale, and his whole body was twitching, as if in extreme pain.
But the spearman did not pity the enemy. In his opinion, the enemy's pain was his glory, and he felt a strong pleasure and desire to conquer in his heart.
He squinted at the enemy, watching the enemy rolling on the forest floor, watching the blood flowing out of the opponent's body, soaking the ground in red. He drew back his spear, then thrust it out a third time, stabbing the enemy's body.
Then the fourth, fifth, sixth time...
The enemy stopped moving. I don't know if he was dead or fainted from the pain.
The spearman slowly retracted his spear, chuckled, whether in contempt or satisfaction, and turned to look at the frightened second enemy.
The second enemy was already frightened by his ferocity. He shouted "Don't come here", turned around and ran towards the depths of the black forest. But how could the spearmen, who were about to kill each other, let go of any enemy so easily
The spearman held the heavy spear in his hand and chased after him. His feet stepped on the damp ground in the forest, making a "plop, plop," sound.
Finally, the spearman caught up with the enemy, and then coldly and mercilessly stabbed the enemy's body from the enemy's back with his gun.
The enemy fell.
The enemy groaned in pain on the ground.
The corner of the spearman's mouth curled up again. Seeing the enemy in pain, his heart was filled with pleasure. Listening to the enemy's painful moans, he felt it was the greatest compliment to him.
"go to hell."
The spearman said, looking at the enemy on the ground, stabbing out with his gun.
Once, twice, three times...
Eventually the enemy stopped moving.
The spearman withdrew his spear and stood on the forest floor, panting slightly.
At this time, the Black Forest has entered the middle of the night, the fog is spreading, the ground is wet and has turned into a swamp, and water is gurgling in some places.
The spearman didn't care about this, he was more concerned about the remaining enemies.
He panted slightly and raised his head, looking into the distance.
There are two more enemies.
He wants to kill and conquer them all.
The gunman thought and rushed out with his gun in hand.
The last two enemies seemed to be scared out of their wits. They screamed, turned around and ran away.
The spearmen gave chase.
"Puff, puff, puff... puff!"
Suddenly the spearman stopped, his whole body stiffened, and he held his spear motionless.
The two fleeing enemies were a little confused. They slowly stopped not far ahead and looked at the spearmen in confusion. After watching for a long time, I found that the spearman really didn't catch up. His expression changed slightly, becoming less scared and even slowly showing a provocative expression.
The spearman turned a blind eye to this. At this moment, he stood on the ground of the black forest. There was no enemy in his eyes, no enemy who was weak and could only moan in pain. In his opinion, it was not an enemy at all, just a plaything for him to kill time and enjoy killing when he was bored.
But now... behind him, in the spreading mist of the black forest, there is a gloomy force approaching, a spiritual force firmly locking him, so powerful, so terrifying, making him feel Great danger, feeling mortally threatened.
"Is it the real enemy?" the spearman thought, his body shaking uncontrollably. The next moment he made a decision in his heart and took a deep breath...
…
In the room on the second floor of the Golden Wine Cup Hotel, the ground was in a mess.
Wall, whose clothes were a little messy, suddenly stopped without warning. The two girls looked at him doubtfully and asked: "Wal... Your Excellency, you... what's wrong with you?"
Hua Er didn't speak, and didn't speak for a long time. After a long time, he took a deep breath, looked at the two girls and suddenly shouted: "Get out of here!"
"ah?!"
"Get out of here! Take the two dead ones and get out together!" Hua Er roared.
The two girls were surprised and didn't know what was going on. However, seeing Hua Er's ferocious expression, they didn't dare to resist. They quickly picked up the clothes on the ground, struggled to carry a fainted companion with tears in the corners of his eyes, and ran out. room.
"Squeak-bang!"
The door to the room was closed, and the room was so quiet that Hua could hear his own breathing.
"breathe-"
"breathe-"
Hua Er was extremely vigilant. He could clearly feel that the gloomy power was getting closer and closer, and the spiritual power was locking him tightly.
who is it? Where
Hua Er quickly turned his head and looked around, preparing for a possible surprise attack.
But no surprise attack occurred, the gloomy power suddenly disappeared, and the lock of spiritual power also disappeared out of thin air.
this!
Hua Er was stunned for a moment, and the next moment a mass of black energy emerged behind him, condensing into a person wearing a black robe.
Hua Er was shocked, turned around suddenly, and looked at the man under the black robe. He saw the other person's eyes, which were a pair of eyes burning with oil-green flames.
Hua Er clenched his hand suddenly, feeling the danger that was ten times stronger than before. Without any hesitation at the next moment, he raised his hand and released the most powerful attack spell.
Evocation of fire spells·Zero-level advanced level·Hot Embrace!
I saw two solid orange flames spraying out, like a pair of arms, hugging the person under the black robe.
But... the orange flame disappeared without a trace when it was sprayed half a meter around the body of the black-robed wizard.
this!
Hua Er's whole body became cold, and he had realized the strength of the person coming.
Is he a real wizard? It seems that the other party is really deliberately targeting the people in their White Stone Tower in Cuijin City, but... why is this...
The man in black robe spoke, looking at Hua Er with eyes burning with oily green flames, and said slowly: "I know you must have a lot of doubts now, and want to ask who I am and why I do this."
"You..." Hua Er hesitated.
"But... I don't want to answer you at all for these questions." The man in black robe said, "There is only one thing I want to say, and that is... the enjoyment of young people, hehe, your White Stone Tower is really more It’s getting worse and worse, and it really disappoints me.”
"I… "
"No matter what, revenge must be taken!" The man in black robe's voice became colder.
Hua Er's eyes suddenly shrank, his whole body bounced up, and he quickly rushed towards the window. That was his only chance of survival.
But then there was a "bang". In front of the wooden window, Hua Er hit an invisible barrier, bounced back hard, and fell to the ground. He struggled to stand up, and for some reason, he opened his mouth and said "wow", then spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turned pale. Hua Er's body then leaned forward, and with a "dong" sound, he fell to his knees on the ground.
"Oh, don't think about running away. With your current ability, you are still a little short of it. If it were your teacher, there might be a chance to resist. As for you..." The man in black robe spoke out and approached Hua Er little by little. Put your hand on Wall's head.
Strangely enough, Hua Er seemed to be stupid, motionless, and just looked at the wooden window in front with despair.
"Go to sleep." The man in black robe said, the oil-green flame burning in his eyes brightening. With a slight movement of the hand on Hua Er's head, Hua Er started to petrify from scratch, and his whole body began to petrify, and finally turned into a stone statue.
"White Stone Tower, here I come." The man in black robe withdrew his hand and looked at the air in front of him and said to himself. The next moment, his body twisted and disappeared into the room.