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Ice deer god Asen? Biers charged towards Lin Qi and others with an angry weapon. The blizzard he rolled up covered the land for hundreds of miles. The land he passed was sealed by thick ice blocks, and the insects hiding more than ten meters deep underground The eggs were all killed by the cold air. After his ravages, not even a single mosquito appeared in several northern provinces of the Gallic Empire for several years.
Asen? Biers is going crazy. He is the commander-in-chief of Odin Temple's attack on Black Crow Gorge's defense line.
One hundred and twenty powerful alien demigods, all from Asen? Under the command of Biers, he used the power of a demigod to instantly destroy the Black Crow Gap defense line, killing all the human soldiers here, and then led more than twenty foreign legions to attack Bereli, and most of the territory of the Gallic Empire was directly controlled. In hand.
Then he sent his army to the northwest and cooperated with the main army under Leon and Yin Qingyue to launch an attack on the Norman Battle Fort from behind. The two-line attack encircled the Norman Battle Fort. As long as the Norman Battle Fort was taken down, the humans in the Western Continent would have no choice but to let the alien cavalry **.
But Assen? Biers never dreamed that one hundred and twenty demigods, not one hundred and twenty pigs, nor one hundred and twenty chickens, but a full one hundred and twenty powerful demigods, would actually be here. They were all killed in just a quarter of an hour.
The sealing barrier in the Heart of the Earth isolates all breath, even Asen? Even a strong man like Biers cannot see through what is happening within the seal of the Heart of the Earth. But when the barrier collapsed, Lin Qi and others came out, and the alien demigods disappeared without a trace. Asen? No matter how stupid Beers is, he knows that all the people he brought have been killed.
One hundred and twenty demigods, this group of demigods under his command was actually killed
The value of any demigod, both in terms of tactical and strategic value, far exceeds that of ten full legions! But now, in just a quarter of an hour, so many demigods have died. Asen? Biers rushed straight over like a crazy man, and rushed over in a rage.
But just as he reached halfway, the Moon God cut a clone projection and suddenly fired the divine weapon, slaughtering more than twenty legions of foreign soldiers.
The aura of the moon god forced Asen? Beers was unable to move, causing his charging speed to suddenly drop a lot.
When Assen? When Biers felt that the Moon God had plundered the souls of more than two million alien warriors in one fell swoop, he roared to the sky angrily. At that moment, he even wanted to launch an attack on the invisible vortex in the sky. But immediately after that golden-red divine light flashed, he felt a faint pressure from the God of Punishment, Asen? Only then did Biers suppress all his anger.
He knew what those gods were doing, but he was powerless to stop it!
"The shameless god!" Asen? Biers rushed towards Lin Qi and others with overwhelming anger. The whistling cold wind turned into an invisible blade that "swished", tearing open the air soundly, and slashed at Lin Qi and others overwhelmingly.
Lin Qi stood in front of everyone. His hands were shining with yellow light. As he moved his hands towards the ground, one after another heavy rock walls rose out of the ground out of thin air, protecting them firmly. the people around you. The invisible wind knives slashed hard at the rock wall. Those hundreds of meters long wind knives were extremely powerful, making the rocks bang and make a sound. Countless bursts of wind tore the surrounding ground to pieces. …,
In the north, from Linzi and Assen? About three hundred miles away from where Biers fought, an old man who was only wrapped in an old wolfskin and wore a pale skull cap on his head was squatting feebly on the wall of a burned castle. Carefully tending the bonfire in front of you.
The white bones were stacked together as fuel, and a green will-o'-the-wisp burned silently. A dirty clay jar was suspended above the bonfire. The jar was quite large and could hold at least a hundred kilograms of water. .
Now the clay pot is filled with a pot of thick soup, and from time to time, water bubbles on the surface of the water, popping and popping loudly. Occasionally, a few strange things emerge from the water, which are obviously poisonous snakes, scorpions, centipedes and the like.
The old man gently blew away the steam on the clay pot, rubbed his palms excitedly, and then took out a lot of colorful and beautiful mushrooms, gently opened them and threw them into the pot. Then a strong smell of blood suddenly spread in the air, a strange and rich aroma that made people want to take a few more breaths.
"What a wonderful soup. Those little kids don't know how to enjoy it. What a waste of such good soup!"
Narrowing his triangular eyes triumphantly, the old man grinned and stretched out his hand to grab a highly venomous white-spotted ringed snake with three heads from the boiling soup. "Chiliu, bit off one tongue in one bite, and then... Crack, chew like a child chewing soybeans.
"This soup is so good. After taking a sip, my waist is no longer sore, my legs are no longer painful, and my whole body feels comfortable!"
Ji Lingling shuddered, and the old man carefully took out a small bowl made of rat skulls, grinned and scooped up a bowl of soup, blew the hot air slowly, and drank the hot soup with great enjoyment.
Suddenly, he looked at Nanfang and sneered mockingly: "Asen? Bills? Can't you actually kill a human demigod? I lost so many people this time, let me see how you explain it when you go back. , it’s so fun!”
A biting wind whistled by, and Gerdas, wearing a black robe, with long red hair flowing like blood behind his head, and a mysterious purple light shining in his eyes, appeared in front of the old man out of thin air.
He sat on the top of the city without saying a word, then grabbed a big centipede as thick as a thumb from the jar, broke open the centipede's shell, and swallowed the white, pink, tender and elastic centipede meat in big gulps. .
"You're so rude!" The old man looked at Gerdas with squinted triangular eyes: "Aren't you afraid of being poisoned and dying?"
Gerdas shook his hands dripping with soup and looked at the old man with squinted eyes: "What poison do you have that can kill me?"
The old man was silent for a while, then sighed heavily: "Yes, but it's not worth spending it on you."
Gerdas' body suddenly stiffened, he stared at the old man and sneered: "What do you mean?"
The old man shrugged his shoulders, tightened the old wolf skin wrapped around his body, and then rolled his eyes and looked at the sky: "What do you mean? It means that the things passed down from the temple can kill someone like you, who is called a demigod, but in fact has almost power. The Fallen Angel potion poisoned by the bastard of a lower god is very precious, and it is not economical to use it on you! Because of you... at least you cannot be considered our real enemy!"
Gerdas took a deep breath. He fished out a few more poisonous insects from his belt and swallowed them. His body was already covered in sweat, and hot steam rose from his head. Although it was cold, It was the middle of winter when the wind was howling, but he felt like he was in the middle of summer. …,
"I haven't seen you for so many years, and my skills have improved!" Gerdas burped and patted his belly with satisfaction: "It's equal to the strength I gained from a year of hard work. You put this can of soup outside. , at least worth a city."
The old man squinted his eyes and poured bowl after bowl of soup into his mouth. While drinking the soup, he sneered mockingly: "Those ignorant mortals, those stupid lower creatures, they are also qualified to drink from me." Soup? Huh, why did you come to me?"
Gerdas glanced at the south where the fighting was in full swing: "I'm curious, what are you doing here? As the soul-drawer of Odin's Temple of Valor, you should be squatting in that place where the undead are everywhere. What are you doing here? Do you want to find someone to deal with? "
The old man tilted his mouth and shook his head gently: "This war is not what we want to start. According to our original intention, we will have to rest for at least another thirty years to allow the population of young adults in each tribe to increase. Doubling the amount before starting a war."
Gerdas looked at the old man in surprise: "Has your control over Odin's Temple become so fragile? It really surprises me..."
The old man mockingly spat at Gerdas' feet: "The loser who was almost driven out of his wits by the juniors of the Punishment Temple has no right to say such things in front of me! Gerdas, you need to know one thing. In this world, there is always no shortage of young people with enough ambition and qualifications. When they grow up to a certain level, things will become uncontrollable."
Gerdas looked at the old man deeply: "So what do you want to do here?"
The old man was silent for a while, and then pointed to the south: "The elite warriors of thirty legions and the auxiliary soldiers of six legions. Originally, according to my plan, their sacrifices would at least add five high-level warriors to the Hall of Valor." Spirit! But now, they are swallowed up by that greedy bitch!"
Gerdas chuckled, and said slowly: "You use this word to call the Moon God? Well, sooner or later, I will send you, a heretic, to the stake! But at least there is one thing I can do Are you sure, you don’t want a war to suddenly break out that is out of your control?”
The old man nodded slowly: "But the war has already broken out, so it shouldn't be the so-called war of gods! Are demigods so easily cultivated? Asen? Those stupid things like Bills actually want to start a war of gods. !”
Gerdas was silent for a while, and then he said calmly: "How about restraining each of us and limiting the power to the peak of the Saint Master? As a demigod, it's better not to lose it easily. Then, let's have another hundred-year battle. war?"
The old man looked at Gerdas in surprise: "Another one? The one from your family..."
Gerdas smiled deeply: "Both, each other, this is a mutually beneficial situation. Just like the person behind you... These two, they are biological brothers after all, so our cooperation is natural. "
The old man was silent for a while, and then stretched out his hand to Gerdas.
The two people's palms quickly shook each other's hands, and then they shook each other's palms away as quickly as possible.
"Let's talk about the details!" Gerdas wiped his palms on his clothes in disgust. . ) 1. The monitor from the United States is good at studying, has a rich family, is tall and strong, and likes to fight. Few people in the class dare to mess with him. I have a bad relationship with the deputy squad leader.
2. Russia, the deputy squad leader, has excellent grades and is the tallest in the class. He worked with the squad leader throughout the last semester. Then something happened at home: the family was separated! Now I am very passive in doing things, but I have a certain influence in the class.
3. Secretary of the Communist Youth League of China. Academic performance in kindergarten is very good. In elementary school, he was often bullied due to his poor physical condition. He liked to brag when he had nothing to do, and was protected by the deputy squad leader. The League Secretary's family has always been in a difficult situation. In the past two years, his parents have broadened their minds. They made some money by collecting scrap metal, picking up rags, processing them, and doing small business. They were targeted by the squad leader. Recently, the squad leader asked the League Secretary and forced him to borrow some money to buy something. As a result, the house price fell, so I wrote some notes to the Youth League Secretary, and the Youth League Secretary’s family started eating carrots and greens again. ,