Vol 13 Chapter 8: trust

Huh!

With the sound of the drums of war, the strong orc army outside the valley of the holy helmet launched an attack again.

Some of the shepherds walked on heavy steps, their heights almost matched the walls, and if they were brought close, they could easily attack the defenders on the walls. So when the shepherds gradually approached, the contractors also started to attack. Although there were not enough long-range systems to strengthen the contractors, they still carried a lot of attack props.

Successive rocket launchers were launched and all flammable and explosive items were also taken out!

Fortunately, although these shepherds are powerful, they have the fatal weakness of being afraid of fire. Otherwise, a large group of SS-level creatures with more than 5,000 health points will approach, and there is no possibility of victory at all.

Rumble!

There was a loud noise in the sky.

浮 Zhao Futu turned into a golden swordman and collided with the ring spirit in the sky!

Jie Ling's hands don't know when a shield emerges. With it as the center, there is a ray of death energy visible to the naked eye. When Zhao Futu's sword thorns stabbed on it, they immediately shook up Waves. In the fierce collision of energy, Zhao Futu's figure kept on retreating, and it seemed that he could not resist the spirit in front of him.

浮 Zhao Futu's position is getting lower and lower, and gradually lowered to the sky above the Holy Helm Valley!

A faint ray of light emerged from the ringing spirit's eyes, and the sword in his hand suddenly burst out of a dark energy. With the sharp whistling sound, it suddenly jumped from the flying dragon and stabbed directly in the sky towards his heart. . Everyone did not expect that the spirits that have always appeared in the form of riding a flying dragon actually have the ability to fly!

"It's now!"

Although there was a slight accident in the plan, the contractor under the city wall launched his skills.


Dark confinement!


A magic circle suddenly rose from the walls of the Holy Helm Valley. A dark piece of dark energy constituted a mysterious Jiuman star magic circle, which rose to a height of hundreds of meters in an instant, violently covering the flying spirit. In it. The dark energy that constitutes the magic circle in the sky quickly decomposes, using the mysterious rune culture as a piece of shackles, restraining the spirit's arm, and then entangled with each other to build a temporary prison.

"Stupid human!"

Wujieling made a hoarse voice, and the sword in his hand waved sharply, a piece of dark energy shattered, and a hole was left in the prison.

It stabbed Zhao Futu's heart again without hesitation, cruelly said, "You want to imprison me through dark witchcraft! This is a provocation against the prince of Angmar, the head of the spirit!"


Three flowers together!



Spirit shock!


浮 Zhao Futu's eyes erupted. If there was any substantive light, when the ringing spirit waved his sword to break through the dark prison, he would also pierce the enemy's soul with a spiritual shock. For a moment, both Zhao Futu and Ji Ling's figures shuddered, a trace of blood spilled out of Zhao Futu's mouth, but also in this moment of opportunity, Zhao Futu successfully launched his own final nirvana!

"The power of the dry earth!"


End the nirvana! Dark Hell Bliss! Oh!


A surge of surging breath emerged from Zhao Futu's body, directly crossing the barrier of space, and spurring the violent force of the earth below!

This is Zhao Futu's only final killing skill that can be launched without stepping on the ground. It is also one of his most lethal skills! With the trembling sound of the earth, the ground under Zhao Futu cracked cracks, and then hot magma surged out, as if a volcanic eruption generally erupted towards the sky!

At the same time, Zhao Futu's figure and Jie Ling were shrouded in hot magma.

For a moment.

伸 He reached out and grabbed the ringing spirit in front of him, it was a cold and bitter armor, there was no flesh and bones in it.

But!

浮 Zhao Futu can feel the soul in front of him. It is the chaotic and evil soul. The head of the ringing spirit finally formed by the fallen and dead ringing spirit. He is staring at Zhao Futu with eyes full of death.

Bang bang bang!

As if a meteor had fallen, Zhao Futu's figure fell with the ring spirit toward the ground.

There was a strange twist in the space around the puppet, and Zhao Futu's continuous attacks landed on Jie Ling at a speed exceeding the limits of the naked eye. A crack appeared from the original cold and solid armor, and the scope of the crack became larger and larger. Eventually, a hole appeared in the solid armor, and a dark and dark atmosphere emerged.

Rumble!

The ground shuddered, and a shock wave spread.

Taking the location where Zhao Futu fell as the center point, within 500 meters of the circle, it seems to be swept by a typhoon, and a piece of flying sand and stones are fragmented!

A pit of more than ten meters deep emerged.

Zhao Futu's figure kneeled on the ground with one knee, panting in a big mouth.

In front of him, there was a broken armor, with cracks all over it. You can see a lot of black breath escaping from it, making a scream of howl, spreading around.


Soul exile!


Suddenly!

The armor, which was so broken and almost turned into a pile of scrap iron, moved, and a faint dark light appeared in the position of the eye socket.

浮 Zhao Futu's body just stiffened, and his fist almost reached the eyes of Jie Ling, but he stood still like a flesh and blood.

this moment.

浮 Zhao Futu's vision was strangely distorted, the scene in front of him became gray and the surrounding space seemed to be curved!

He could see the ring spirit in front of him slowly picking up the long sword and stabbing towards his heart. But he didn't feel his own body, he could only feel the dim and fluttering soul state, and the feeling of being wrapped in a dead and gray world. He couldn't move at all, but in this gray-white twisted world, he silently watched the sword coming closer and closer!

"Are you going to die?"

"I have been here for so long! Are you going to die here?"

For a moment.

Numerous pictures emerged in Zhao Futu's mind, and finally fixed on the sword that was getting closer and closer, he sighed quietly.

Ready to accept the final fate!

But.

What everyone didn't expect was that when Jieling raised his long sword, the weapons in his hands condensed a dim light and stabbed towards Zhao Futu's heart.

A tall and fat figure suddenly rushed over!

He did not hesitate to hit Zhao Futu in front of him, and then heaved a heavy oak stick and chopped down towards the ring spirit in front of him.

"Ghost Blade!"

A heavy ray of light condensed on the heavy oak stick, and after hitting the ring spirit, it was suddenly blown out. The body of the ring spirit was fragmented and broken in mid-air, and metal fragments scattered into the sky fell down. However, a dimly-lit sword also pierced the figure's abdomen, and a green-black mark appeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Eight cats !?"

赵 When Zhao Futu's body returned to consciousness, a leap rushed forward, pulled the figure that had slammed him, and approached the walls of the Valley of the Holy Helm.

bump.

浮 Zhao Futu's complexion was extremely complicated. Looking at the eight cats who were getting more and more dark in front of his eyes, he seemed to want to say something, but in the end he couldn't tell.

They have fought side by side!

八 Of all the contractors who have fought with him, the eight cats seem to be the most slick.

But what he didn't expect is that in this case, it was he who rushed over to save himself first, and blocked the deadly sword for himself.

"He was stabbed by the weapon of the Spirit!"

"The curse of the magic cave is constantly eroding his soul! Frodo has also suffered such injuries, and he must find a high elves to resolve it! Otherwise, the curse on the sword will gradually pull him into the ghost world!"

"No one can save him at that time."

The elven prince in the original story quickly rushed over. He reached out and looked at the injury of the eight cats, and said solemnly: "The curse on him must be lifted within twelve hours! If Gandalf was there, there might be a way to stop the injury deterioration!"

I just have a few breaths.

From the place where the wound was stabbed, a dark blue blood vessel appeared on the body of the eight cats. His figure was twisted, and then he became a fat human again. As the dark cyan traces gradually spread, his heartbeat gradually weakened, and his pupils rolled continuously, seeming very painful. The dark cyan traces spread to the face quickly, looking like a dead gray appearance.

"I can only help him temporarily suppress it!"

The elf prince put his hand on the wound, and a ray of light emerged with the mysterious elven words.

"Hoo!"

After a while.

The elf prince retracted his hands. The dark blue marks on the eight cats seemed to be faint, and his breathing gradually stabilized.

But the next moment!

The whole body of the eighteen cat was shaken and twisted violently, and a large black blood spilled from his mouth, and the thicker and darker gray mark appeared on his face. Strands of dark breath overflowed from his body, and turned into a sloppy skull in the mid-air, and then gave out a sharp, sharp laughter, disappearing in no time.

"how is this possible?!"

There was an incredible expression on the face of the elf prince, and he mumbled, "How is that possible? Why is the injury worse?"

Painful roar!

As if looking back, the cat slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes seemed to be blank for a moment. Then, when he saw Zhao Futu in front of him, a stiff smile appeared.

"Thank you."

浮 Zhao Futu's expression was very complicated, and he didn't seem to know what he should say.

"Boss ..."

Ba Mao's breath weakened again. He struggled to sit up, but he only raised his finger slightly. He stared at Zhao Futu in front of him, his voice was slightly hoarse, and said slowly: "This is not the first time I talked to You fought together! ... Although I don't know why you have always kept your distance from us, whether it's Yuyan, the frog, the four seas or me! ... Maybe you don't believe others! ... "

"But I just want to let you know ... although we are not powerful! ..."

"But it's worth your trust ..."

As if exhausted all strength, the eight cat's voice became weaker and weaker, and eventually the heartbeat sound gradually disappeared.

浮 Zhao Futu stayed in place.

The eyes seemed a little dazed, I don't know why the face of the girl paladin reappeared in his eyes, she looked at herself with a smile ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Opened her arms slowly, as if she wanted to hug her I, but eventually dissipated in the wind in the violent Force Storm!

I left no trace.

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If Zhao Futu received some kind of mental stabbing, a blood-red light gradually appeared in his pupils, and the black breath visible to the naked eye emerged. He uttered a painful howl and hammered his hands against the wall. With the trembling violently, the walls of the Valley of the Holy Helm collapsed! Zhao Futu's body was twisted and inflated, and in the roaring roar of Zhentian, he turned into a fierce giant with a height of fifteen meters!

The smell of sulfur and the scorching of lava permeated!

After Zhao Futu turned into a giant giant, the skin on the surface began to crack, and the whole body's hair was burned in flames!

The raging fire burned and burned on Zhao Futu's body. His pupils have become a raging flame. From the cracked skin, the hot lava can be seen flowing in his body!

Uh ...............

(PS: I was sweating, as if I had sobered up. Nima, what did I do ?! I can't sleep, so I can write another chapter.

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