Chapter 396: Stone or stone

Wark looked at McGonagae with his eyes wide open, his eyes were full of incredible colors, and his long sword fell to the ground, making a jingle, slamming backwards, opening his mouth and spitting two blood bubbles, staring at the wheat. Ge, no death can close his eyes.
The blood slowly overflowed from behind him, stained the black gravel floor, and stained the small puddle.
The smell made McGon frown, and the hand hanging around me trembled. Killing is not a thing that can be done easily.
But killing Wark, McGonagall does not regret it.
Because he is indeed a person, and because he touched the bottom line of McGonagall.
When he showed greed to Amy, he was already a dead man.
He wants to tell him in a father's way that the little luoli is used for petting. If he has an idea that he should not have, he can die.
"My father is amazing!" Amy closed her eyes, but she screamed with a small hand.
"Great! The bad guy is dead! Mother, we are saved!" Jessica held Rebecca's hand and screamed happily.
Rebecca opened her eyes in surprise, watching Valk lying in a pool of blood, and McGon, still standing in the same place, holding Jessica and crying.
"Old... boss is dead!"
The dog's legs looked at the heart of a peach tree branch, and Valk, who was lying still in the pool of blood, was screamed by the big man who had been slammed on the face by Meg, and he wanted to climb. Get up.
"Run! Kill!"
The other few dog legs are also almost the same look, regardless of the pain of the body, struggling to get up and run away.
In their minds, the incomparable Wark, who was killed, was killed by a peach tree branch, which was incredibly fast.
They didn't even see Wark's rebellion. They just died without any help. They used only one sword and killed a second-level knight. What kind of horrible strength does this guy have?
Their hearts have collapsed, just want to escape from here, the farther away from this terrible guy, the better.
"I let you go?" McGonagall looked at the dog legs that were ready to escape, and asked coldly.
The figure on the faces of the dogs’ legs was suddenly stagnation, and the legs that had just stepped out were all stopped.
Even Valk didn't have any backhand in his hands, how dare he run in front of him, how could he run over!
"Adult, please let us go! We are all forced, we are all good people, it is a bad thing that Valk is doing than we do!"
"Yeah, I beg you to let us go, we will not dare anymore, and only be a good person in the future."
The dog's leg that had become the head of the pig's head slammed down and whispered.
The other few also fell to the ground and began to cry how they were helpless, and was forced by Valk to do something contrary to their conscience.
"You are forced, I can believe, but you are a good person, sorry, I am not a fool." McGonagall looked at the people who were kneeling on the ground.
He won't kill them, because this crime is not the same as the duel. It is difficult to get rid of it after entanglement, but it will never let them go because they have done enough to make them die many times. Let the Grey Temple Or the city government to handle this matter is obviously a good choice.
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"Brandley, there seems to be some situation there. Do we have to look at it in the past?" In the street not far from the family area of ​​the mine, a member of the Grey Temple leaned over and observed a charred pit. Bradley reports.
"What happened?" Brandley straightened up and looked at the man and asked, this morning they received a report, there was unusual magical fluctuations, and a house was burned, so he brought people in the morning. .
It was a blasting technique released by a five-level magician. However, there were no casualties on the scene. It was just an abandoned house, and there were no more damaged places. It was not threatening and could be characterized as a first-class event.
"It seems to be a confrontation between the two knights. There was nothing in the game. It was just a little strange that there was a confrontation there. The people living there were the families of the hard-working miners in those years." The man said quickly.
"The family of the miners killed?" Brandley indulged for a while, nodded and said: "Go, let's go see."
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"Will Walker die?" The eyes of the people in the distance were unbelievable.
A little old man took a stone from the ground and walked toward him. His wrinkled face was black and red. The black mineral powder seemed to have been integrated into the skin and looked at the ground. Walk’s body has only hatred in his eyes.
An individual walked out from the door of the black bungalow and walked towards it.
Most of them are old people and women, and even some children, because the long-term and swollen face has the same sullen expression, and the eyes of hatred in the eyes are exactly the same.
They held the stones from the ground in their hands, and the hard stones like them came silently.
Meg looked at the people who were walking with the stones, his eyes showing a bit of surprise, hesitated, and returned to the bicycle.
"Father, you are amazing, but what are they going to do with stones in their hands?" Amy looked at the people who came from both sides, and asked strangely.
"Revenge." McGonagall stretched out his hand and gently covered Amy's ears and eyes. His expression looked a little dignified at the old men and women and children who passed by and walked toward Walker and the doglegs.
"Mother?" Jessica looked up at Rebecca with some ignorance.
"Don't look at Jessica, you are different from them. You want to be the best tailor's girl in the city of chaos. You still have dreams." Rebecca held Jessica tightly in her arms and covered her hands. On her ears, she also closed her eyes.
"puff!"
The stone slammed on the body with blood, accompanied by a scream of screaming.
The stones of different sizes were quickly contaminated with blood.
There are dead people and there are also living people.
The numb face, after dyed with blood, seemed to be a little more vivid, with a hint of relief, and a glimpse of a renewed hope.
"Somani, my poor daughter, I will avenge you! I will avenge you!" The old man's mouth bite an ear, chew a few times, swallowed directly, from the crowd The middle was squeezed out, and he squatted directly on the ground, crying and crying.
The crying seemed to be contagious, and it spread quickly, accompanied by a desperate sorrow and pain, venting their inner hatred and despair with stones and blood.
"What are you doing! Dissipate! Woodrow patrols adults here! Do you want to be caught?"
Just then, a high voice sounded, accompanied by a burst of sound.