Chapter 1350: Burn the Legion, ready to fight!

"Boss, starting today, you are the king of the Shrimp King of the Devil's Islands."
After eating three crayfish and drinking two large glasses of beer, Tony stood up and looked at Meg Dao with a look. It looked like a beautiful girl.
"Well?" McGonagall frowned slightly, and was a bit wary of Tony Gay's gaze.
"I am Tony Moody, an unknown foodie. I ate the crayfish you made today. I decided to write a story about you and the crayfish. I wonder if you are willing to cooperate slightly?" Tony smiles. Explain.
Tony is quite confident about his name. In the Devil's Islands, as long as he is the restaurant and food he has commented on, he can basically lead a wave of fashion and bring fame and money to chefs and restaurants.
"Sure enough." McGonagall, he did not guess, the devil is really a food critic, but he has no time and interest to cooperate with his work, a face: "My story with crayfish?" Is there any special feeling between the executioner and the death penalty?"
"Amount..." Tony stunned, so novel, he heard it for the first time, but think carefully, a chef and crayfish that slaughtered cooking crayfish seemed to be like a hangman and The relationship between the death penalty is general.
"No... I want to know why you would think of cooking crayfish in such a peculiar way, completely subverting the conventional practices of seafood and making seafood different. For example, this garlic, such as the thirteen incense, and this spicy The refreshing Ma Xiao, how these unique ideas are born.
Tony shook his head and realized that McGonagall had turned the problem off.
"Maybe you don't know much about seafood, but it's just a routine operation." McGonagall looked at Tony and said indifferently.
"I……"
Tony stunned, as a foodie who is known as the most knowledgeable seafood, even said that he did not know seafood well, this feeling is too wrong.
McGonagall did not continue to chat with Tony, the crayfish into the pot, holding the big pot shovel between the three cauldrons, although there is more than enough, but there is not much leisure time to accompany the guests to chat.
"Sit down and sit down. In front of the real chef, we can't take it if we don't accept it." Steve smiled and pressed Tony back to his seat. He couldn't help but smile on his face. As a long-time friend, he was I know that Tony is so stinky about his title. Today, he looks like he is eating a cockroach. The mood is called a joy, and he can’t wait to tell the few bad friends.
"He said at most that I don't know shrimp. How can I directly say that I don't understand seafood? This is an unreasonable inference." Tony sat down, some unconvinced muttering.
Before the crayfish was tasted, the first shrimp in his heart was the Phi Phi King of Phi Phi Island, but the fact that the crayfish was the real shrimp king.
I can say other seafood. He still doesn't believe that someone can know more than him and eat more comprehensively.
"Okay, genius doesn't have any temper. I am treating you today. We haven't seen it for more than a year. I won't be drunk today." Steve smiled and patted him on the shoulder, then raised his hand and greeted Jane. I ordered a few more crayfish and beer.
"Yes." Tony glanced at McGonagall, a demon with a pair of shrimp tongs on his head. It was indeed a genius chef, and his cooking style and taste ruined his wall of understanding of seafood. A gap, a bit temper is a bit temper, anyway, after eating this shrimp, he is not tempered.
"Steve, I think you saved my career once again. If I wrote the roast thorns and pig trotters, I would have been named as a liar when those people personally tasted it. Writing crayfish will be a classic page of my career..." Tony is in charge of Steve, and some of the walks are staggering.
"Hey... who are we talking to, eating delicious, I will definitely forget you..."
The degree of beer is not high, but it is much higher than most of the world's wines. Drinking too much will also be drunk.
So the devils who sat together drinking and eating crayfish, after the end of the winery, helped each other to leave, laughed and laughed, and laughter rang through the streets.
McGon looked at this scene, and a smile appeared in the corner of his mouth. Sure enough, no matter where it was, everyone ate the nightingale, and the way they drank the wine was not much different.
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"Boss, it seems that there is a situation, how did the island burn?"
A simple wooden boat spliced ​​together with large pieces of wood slowly approached a small island in the night. Kiel stood on the bow and looked at the island. The island in the dark lit up a group of fires. What is it? Burning, but also faintly heard the sound of exclamation and fighting.
"It’s the smash of the flame demon. They really found our hiding place. We have already retreated. They want to kill them.
Sargeras looked at the fire, his face was hard to cover, and he was waiting for a tall iron rod. Raising the top of the head, the lava on the surface of the body began to flow red and shouted loudly: "burning the army, ready to fight!"
"Hey!"
The dozens of lava devils on the wooden boat were in unison, and the cracked body gully was filled with golden red lava, in the darkness as if wearing a gold-red lava armor.
The fierce battle has spread almost the entire island. Although the lava demon's residence is mostly written about the old and the weak, it can face the sudden attack of the flame demon family, but it shows terrible resilience and tenacious will.
"Give me the kill! These inferior lava demons, how to match our flame demon." An eight-level flame demon commander stood on a high stone and shouted loudly, his burning flame illuminating his A smirked face.
Over the years, the Flame Demon has been engulfing and chasing the lava demon, and finally they have found this secret station in the fog on the edge of the Devil's Islands.
The lava demon has been weak, and I heard that even a six-level lava demon does not exist. It once ranked the strong presence of the top ten demonic races. Now even some weak races can't match, let alone the flames of the devil. Timby theory.
So, tonight they are going to completely annihilate the lava demon, erasing the fire demon race that once dominated the flame demon.
"The lava sacred fire, as long as I can find it, my position in the family can be upgraded to a higher level." The commander looked at the lava demon who struggled but did not have the ability to resist. The intelligence really did. That's right, it's just a weak race that doesn't even exist at level 6.
"Adult, our ship is burned!"
Just then, a flustered voice rang from behind the commander.
"Ok?"
The commander glanced and turned to look at it. The wooden boats they docked at the port actually burned a raging fire.
What made him even more dramatic was that the ones in the sky dragged the red tails and were facing the meteorites they had come.