Chapter 907: charge

On the Wright River.
Rhone took the front of his staff, the magic of the frost system overflowed from Rhone's palm, and the already overheated wand was quickly cooled under the influence of the cold atmosphere.
"Is there a living person under the cabin?"
"It is really not what we should do to save people."
A mercenary complained with dissatisfaction that he had just stepped onto the deck with a sailor in a coma.
"Don't complain, take the wounded to the boat on the merchant ship's spare boat. This ship won't last long!"
After the end of the battle, Rhone directed the members to clean up the battlefield. The Yavlsk snake did do a lot of dirty work in the past, but these are all forced by life.
Their lives have long since stabilized, so members of the mercenary group agree that they still need a good name.
Although it sounds hypocritical, it is uncomfortable to be walked down the street and be evaded as a plague.
Rhone continued to cool the staff in his hand. The original spar inlaid on the top of the staff can multiply the effect of his casting. The disadvantage is that there is a danger of fragmentation due to excessive magic.
In the game, it should be considered that the durability is lost. The rarity and quality of this staff is also a level of epic.
The Yavrk Snake was discovered in a dangerous ancient relic.
"Open your eyes, I know you didn't faint."
Rhone squatted in front of the judge. He had played against the judge several times, but the needle was the most difficult judge he had ever met, so Rhone simply did not dare to relax his vigilance.
So that the wand in his hand is already at a critical point.
The needle that fell on the deck heard this sentence and it made a strange laugh again...
"Don't laugh, do you have a companion?"
Rhone will not be soft on any of the judges, because once his lover, his comrades in the mercenary group suffered from the fog, these culprits are the judges.
So when he was asked by Joe Xiu to seize the needle, he was still somewhat dissatisfied... but since it was the employer’s order, Rhone can only follow.
However, only the one who caught the needle in Qiao Xiu’s entrustment did not mean that they would bypass other judges.
The stitches were still laughing when they didn’t speak, and the laughter sounded a bit incomprehensible in Rhone.
"Answer me! Do you have other companions?" Rhone was a little annoyed by the laughter of the stitches.
"No!"
The needle suddenly stopped laughing and answered Rhone with the same angry voice.
When she looked at Rhone, Rhone found that the half of the judge's cheeks were festering.
"You guys, hateful guys, what mercenary regiments, what is the league! One has no reason to ruin my toys!" The stitches screamed at Ronaldo with a mad voice, Rhone suddenly Grabbing her cloak pulled her to the other side.
But this action is still a bit late, and the calf of the needle is cut off instantly by an invisible blade.
At this moment, Rhone saw a stranger behind the merchant ship. His goal was not a Rhone but a needle.
"It's over." After the needle's calf was broken, it turned out to be a little crazy again.
This time, Rhone felt a lot of gray magic gathered at the stern. The target he was aiming at was still the needle. Rhone only needed to avoid it at this time.
But in the end, Rhone put his own staff on the ground, and the pure white inscription flashed out in front of Rhone. A magical barrier composed of inscriptions was unfolded in front of Rhone.
The gray torrent swept the magical barrier formed by Rhone, and the magic of the releaser far exceeded that of Rhona, and the barrier shattered in less than two seconds.
"Get out of the way!" The needle saw Rhone screaming for her and then yelled out again.
"You just said... Alliance?"
Rhone's voice sounded very hard, and the magical barrier of these seconds was about to drain the magic of his body.
"What happened then!" The needle again screamed out in anger.
"Just some...surprised, you also played the world crack."
At the moment when Rhone's words were finished, the original spar at the tip of his wand broke into a residue, and the magic barrier disappeared instantly, but fortunately the other members found the attacker at the stern.
They responded quickly and attracted the hatred of the attackers.
"Rona!"
The archer immediately came to the side of Rhone, who was half-squatting on the ground, and found that the arm of his arm holding the staff had completely disappeared.
"Hey... you can't take the mouse anymore." The archer looked at the wound in the hand of Rhone.
"Kia, now is this boring joke..."
When Rhone’s words were not finished, they fell in the arms of the archers.
The needle looked at the pupil of the scene and shrank. As she was preparing to sneer and shout out the word 'live', a needle made from a fog under the deck directly penetrated her eyebrows.
This moment the needle lost consciousness and fell on the deck.
When the needle opened her eyes again, she appeared in a dark space...in a space she had long known.
"Needle, you have failed."
A figure made of fog appeared in front of the needle, and it had a mask with a bird's beak on its face. The length of the fingers of the hands was three times that of ordinary people.
The figure formed by the fog slowly stroked the half of the cheeks that had been smashed by the needle.
"Don't say anything extra, don't you die, I have been waiting for a long time." The needle yelled at 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."
The needle feels the suffocation that comes from the neck, and the face shows a smile again... Because her world is dark, she doesn't care if she closes her eyes.
Born to be alone, he was shrouded in black, and the needles hated the world, so he wanted to retaliate and then leave the world.
Now she can finally leave this place that she hates without a nostalgia.
But when the needle was heard in the daytime, she heard the sound of roaring. She opened her eyes again with disbelief. The roaring voice was not her illusion.
An orc dressed in armor rushed out of the corner, and he again gave an angry roar, and the shield in his hand repelled the gray figure that was holding the neck of the needle.
The needle fell back on the ground and coughed...
"Can...what..." The needle breathed the air that was flowing around, and couldn't understand the orc standing in front of her.
"No matter who you are! Roll me away!" The needle yelled at the orc, but the orc roared loudly toward the distant fog.
"Needles, you are resisting my will."
The figure formed by the fog could not hear the anger, but his long claws slammed into the orc, only to throw the orc to the ground in a flash.
"How do I know that it will be like this! I don't know where this orc came from!" The anger filled the heart of the needle again, and she couldn't even kill it now.
But the needle once again felt the suffocation of the neck being caught, and the fog clearly caught the neck of the orc.
In the next second, lightning thundered in the dark space, and the arrow formed by the thunder shot toward the fog, and the foggy body passed through a hollow.
"Needles! Where are these forces in your consciousness come from!" The sound of the fog sounded a little angry.
"The power of my consciousness?"
The needle couldn't understand backwards. She didn't know what was going on, but a sharp tentacle appeared in the hand of the fog and stabbed the needle. The needle eyed and looked at the tentacles, but it was The long-horned bear was in front of the needle, and the tentacles pierced into the bear's skin. The giant bear gave a painful roar.
There was also a scar on the needle's arm, but she didn't feel anything.
This moment of squinting looks at the ... the long-horned giant bear in front of her, she suddenly remembered that the bear himself had seen there.
Suddenly... the needle turned back and looked behind him. Twenty-four fully armed orcs and tauren and blood elves and trolls launched an assault here. The orc-headed orc raised his hand. Sword, roaring like a roar...
"For the Horde!"