The bleak night breeze passed through the woods along the river like the five fingers of a ghost, causing the leaves to tremble, and the noise of birds and insects was chilling, leaving only the sound of rustling, like invisible footsteps walking through the woods. There was a strong smell of blood in the air. The battle on the avenue—or the unilateral killing. It took a while before a shadow separated from behind the upright tree trunk. She cautiously came to the side of the avenue and stared at the previous The place where the fighting took place was in a daze.
She never dreamed that things would turn out to be like this. She originally thought that the cultists would take away the annoying woman. She stood by and didn't need to intervene, and everything was within her expectations.
But she saw a dramatic change. She still doesn't know if the guy who killed everyone like a cold-blooded monster is the merchant lady who usually looks a little sordidly stupid.
Where is that sacred
Delphine took a deep breath, and the thick bloody smell rushed into her nose, and a desire for vomiting suddenly surged in her chest.
She gritted her teeth and forced herself to forget about it.
But although she tried her best to stay calm, and the general direction of things did not go too far beyond her expectations, for some reason, her hands were trembling slightly, she was scared, and it was obvious that this was less than what other people had seen in her. mood.
Since she actually took charge of the family, Delphine thought that she couldn't be afraid of anything. She buried those thoughts that were too soft and unnecessary. The men were cold, and she was more determined and ruthless than them.
Revenge is the same.
No one can be seen on the avenue—
The prime minister's daughter slowly walked to the side of the road, and the dark red and smelly blood gathered into a stream and flowed to her feet. In front of her was a scene that could only be seen in the slaughterhouse.
There are only corpses scattered in the sand, which should be called corpses to be precise. Eyeballs, half of the head, broken chest cavity, and scattered hands and feet, as if an open-air flesh was opened. shop. The body parts that originally belonged to human beings were incomplete and incomplete at this moment, like rotten meat, scattered from the east to the west, and blood flowed across, mixed with the sand and soil, and the soil was infiltrated into a deep dark red, as if it were next. Blood rain, bloody mud on the ground.
The air was filled with a strong rancid smell, like the smell of a warehouse used to accumulate salted fish.
Delphine bent down, pressed one hand on the chest near the collarbone, and finally retched. After a while, she staggered and stood up, feeling a little dazed. Know whether your choice is right or wrong.
She stood by the side of the road for a while, then turned around resolutely and walked into the Cat and Beard Inn.
"No matter what, that monster should have entered the imperial capital, and I still have to finish the rest." She thought.
The breath of Gaia's blood in the hotel has long since dissipated, except for some fluorescent substances remaining on the ground and on the table. Delphine carefully avoided these things and looked at a stone statue in the middle of the hall.
Seti still seemed to maintain the last scene in her lifetime-her eyes widened, every slightest look on her face, every wrinkle on her clothes, seemed alive.
It looks like the highest masterpiece of a certain engraving master's dedicated life.
In fact, in some remote areas, some evil wizards do like to use living people as statues. The darkest ones among them even like to collect beautiful virgins to complete this work.
Delphine looked at the statue silently, unable to confirm whether the opponent was dead or alive, but it didn’t matter. She went to the corner of the hall, took out a hammer from under the fireplace, and then dragged the hammer with all her strength to Seti’s The stone statue smashed past.
Whether it is dead or alive, as long as a hammer hits it to the ground, no wise wizard will be able to reassemble the broken stone statues, especially when the stone statues are still alive before they are alive.
But the imaginary situation did not happen. Before the hammer touched the surface of the stone statue with the whistling wind, its hammer head suddenly exploded without warning. The rampant dragon flew out with a bang and slammed into the wall on the side of the hall.
She screamed sullenly, then slipped off the wall and raised her head. Before she could speak, she squirted a mouthful of blood.
She covered her mouth with her hand, and her fingers were immediately blushing.
Delphine looked around with a bleeding nose, but saw a woman with a mature atmosphere coming in from the door. She looked at the other party's witch costume with a little disbelief, and a strange familiarity flashed in her eyes. The brilliance.
She felt like she had seen this woman there.
"Where did Roman go?" the woman asked as she walked in, her voice cold.
"I have no idea… "
Before Delphine finished speaking, she felt an invisible force strangling her throat and pulling herself from the ground. When she reacted, her feet were already off the ground, and she felt choking from all directions. The flood came, almost drowning her.
"No... it's not me..."
The prime minister's daughter rolled her eyes, and her mouth grew like an oxygen-deficient goldfish. She held her throat tightly with both hands and kicked in vain in midair.
She never dreamed that it was not Brando who came back first, but a witch she had never seen before, and she did not expect that the other party would not even give her a chance to defend her, and would kill her as soon as she made a move.
She has always been beautiful and self-confident, and she is used to strangers’ natural affection for her, but no matter how beautiful her appearance and body are, she is just an empty shell without her soul. She finally feels scared. The fear of death is so deep and clear, and the inner thighs become hot. The wetness immediately spread down her slender legs.
A strange smell immediately filled the hall.
But Delphine had already put these sidelines behind her head at this moment. She was staring at Venus, and she had only one thought in her mind: No, I can't die, I want to live!
The witch didn't care about her reaction at all, she was muttering words, as if she was singing a long spell. Although Delphine does not know magic, she also knows certain mysterious methods. At this last moment, her mind finally became clear, as if she was a blessed soul, she screamed laboriously:
"I know you… "
"You are Princess Gloria..."
"I... I saw you at the Evergreen Festival thirteen years ago..."
The mature woman was taken aback for a moment, and the strength in her hand dissipated. Delphine sat down on the urine-soaked part of the floor in midair. The cold touch made her feel ashamed and angry.
Even when she was almost burnt to coke, she never felt so desperate.
She lowered her head subconsciously and respectfully, not daring to look at each other again.
But the other side gave her a silent look, and then said: "You are the granddaughter of Niedervan."
Delphine didn't nod his head, and of course he didn't dare to deny it. It was acquiescence.
"Where is Roman?" the woman asked again.
"She... has gone to Rušta."
"Although my niece is carefree, she won't go to Rušta at this time."
"Some cultists used the blood of the gods to plot against us. I escaped by hiding in the kitchen. Romain killed everyone and went to Rusita. I couldn't catch up with her." Delphine was half-truth. She replied falsely, of course she didn't dare to tell all the truth, but on the one hand, she was afraid of being dismantled by the other party, and couldn't help making the uncontrollable gurgling sound of her upper and lower teeth.
Looking at her disheveled hair, the woman didn't reveal her half-truth, but instead asked, "Romain can kill?"
Delphine clutched his wet skirt tightly, with almost no blood in his hands: "I don't know, she... She seems to be a different person."
"Changed a person?"
"Become... unrecognizable. She doesn't seem to know us at all. She always calls her a mortal. I... I don't think it's her at all." Delphine dared not hide it, and replied in a low voice.
The woman was silent for a moment, not knowing whether her face was happy or angry, she suddenly raised her hand, and when the prime minister's daughter shivered and thought that the latter was going to kill herself, she was surprised to find that the stone statue standing in the middle of the hall had disappeared out of thin air.
The woman turned her head and looked at her and said: "Go to Brando, tell him what happened here, and let her come to me."
Delphine really felt the fear at this time. For some reason, she was no longer willing to see Brando in her heart at this moment. Seeing her hesitation, the woman smiled sarcastically: "I just remembered being afraid at this time? You are far from your grandfather, but you don't have to be afraid. Just tell Brando the truth and tell him who ordered you. Go find him."
"Princess Gloria?"
"No," the woman shook her head: "It's my other identity, Knudell, the believer of the blind girl Misha, the witch of destiny, you tell him that the ruler of the constellation of the constellation that I showed him before is just one The illusion, the witch of destiny has a charming realm, and it is a simple matter to deceive people's hearts."
She paused and continued: "If he still doesn't believe me, tell him that I am Roman's aunt, with first-hand information about his bedwetting when he was a child, and if he wants to marry my niece, he must pass me first. Off, understand?"
"Big... Your lord?" The prime minister's daughter almost didn't get choked.
"You feel very strange? This is a matter of life and death to the reputation of the nobleman. You should understand this, so he won't treat you like anything before seeing me."
Delphine was very weird.
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"Crack—"
For a moment, Brando felt that all his internal organs had moved. He slammed into a stone pillar, but the hard rock could not stop his castration. The stone pillar collapsed, and even the hall that had lost its support. It shook and collapsed in half in an instant.
He smashed down like a shooting star among the mixed rubble. The only thing he could do was to hug the comatose Metis tightly until he hit a wall again, and there was a giant behind him. The force made him feel as if the bones of his whole body were falling apart.
However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he immediately changed positions with the little silver elf princess, struggling to cover the latter under his body. In a short while, the broken ceiling above his head collapsed, and the gravel mixed with mud and sand rolled down. Pressed heavily on him.
With just a single blow, Brando found that the health value that appeared on the light screen had been reduced by more than half. When he was watching the Dragon Clan overwhelming the Dragon Empress and her two subordinates in the Evergreen Corridor, he was completely absent. Feeling how terrifying the opponent's strength is, and this desperate gap did not show until the real face.
The realm of sages, this is a realm that mortals have never reached since the battle of the sages, and the pride of the people of gold and silver is revealed between this terrifying level of difference.
Unreasonably crushed.
Brando sprayed a mouthful of blood, which made the little princess's chest flushed red, but he didn't care about so much. The flame blade in his hand flashed forward, and a sword light cut a channel under the broken ruins, in the mud. Before Sha completely buried the two of them, he shot out like a streamer.
Gwendolyn in mid-air noticed Brando's movements for the first time. In fact, she didn't move much. The entire patrol cavalry headquarters and the surrounding area of almost a mile were all shrouded in the line of her law. Like a giant web woven by a spider mother, every slight movement of the silk thread in this web will faithfully return to her perception.
She hesitated for a while before giving up the urge to pursue the Nightmare Clan. Although the female parent of a rare Nightmare was important, it was not as important as the young man in front of her.
She was very angry at the moment. This Mayard was really not enough to fail. She repeatedly warned the other party not to provoke nosy, and only needs to subdue the patrol cavalry in the city to complete the plan. Unexpectedly, the other party will act without authorization. The mother provoked a riot and took her own life.
The lack of one of the twelve patriarchs can't make her feel any touch, but the mother of nightmare is the tree shepherd finally found on the battlefield of the final battle.
"It's a pity." Gwendolyn thought. She raised her hand and was about to close the net, but after hesitating, she was still reluctant to bear the mother of nightmare, so she withdrew her hand gently on a crystal inlaid on her chest. With a stroke, the crystal suddenly gleamed dimly.
"Andersa, the mother of nightworms has escaped. Now put down the other things in your hands and go get it back."
"My lord, Mayad him...?"
"Don't worry about that idiot. Be careful. The Mother of Nightmare seems to be disturbed by something. If you find it, don't act rashly and notify me to come."
There was a moment of silence on the crystal side before an answer came: "I understand, sir."
Only then did the Dragon Empress come back to her senses. She already knew the identity of Brando's Travelling Mage, and she was not afraid that the other party would suddenly disappear from his perception. The Silver Queen and the mortals around her could do nothing about the gods, but It does not mean the same is true for the golden people.
Back then, Trishman and Odin were not invincible. Although the methods used by the mages to use energy were weird, they were not invisible. Under the shadow of the net of laws, the young man was still invisible.
But when she carefully searched the big net she opened, the expression on the dragon queen's face suddenly solidified unnaturally.
She was surprised to find that Brando had completely disappeared from her perception, as if it had never existed.
"Damn it, what's going on?"
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