Chapter 908: Alex saved us...

A short sentence, without any nonsense, Alex, who came from the passage, has turned into a shadow, rushing toward the orcs and demons who hold the elves in the passage.
The orcs and demons who did not wait for the opportunity to negotiate were discolored, and the trembling hands could barely grasp the weapons in their hands.
"Kill them!" The leader's demon looked a glimpse, and the sharp claws stabbed toward the elf's neck.
The orcs and demons are also embarrassed. Since it is impossible to escape from Alex's hands, it is better to die than to die together. The blade on the neck and heart of the elf is almost at the same time!
At this moment, the extreme cold is coming, and the movements of all the people in the passage are still at the same time.
The devil has a sharp fangs and the mouth has not yet bitten. The dagger that has reached the heart has just pierced the clothes, and the claws have almost hit the neck, but they are still in a moment, as if they had been subjected to a fixed body.
Of these, only one person is the exception.
The black shadow passed through the passage, and the claws were cut off, and the head showing the sharp fangs was cut off, and the hand holding the blade fell.
The time of rest is very short, and it will recover in the blink of an eye.
However, this blink of an eye, the shadow has also appeared at the other end of the channel, the sword has been recovered from the scabbard.
"Puff puff!"
At this time, the blood was able to be sprayed out of the skull that had been cut off. The bodies of the orcs and demons crashed to the ground, and the eyes of the dead did not close.
McGonagall turned back and glanced at the other end of the empty passage. The face under the mask showed a smile. Amy was still very embarrassed, and then looked at the elves in the passage.
Although the person killed him, the scene of the corpse of the land still feels a little uncomfortable, and those who have been tortured are wounded, and now the elves who are almost soaked with blood seem to be more pitiful, but that A pair of eyes looked at his eyes, but it was bright.
A knife twirled in the hands of McGonagall, and dexterously flew out, cutting all the binding ropes that bound the elves.
However, the elves who have been tortured and who have hardly eaten are in a pool of blood. Almost no one can climb up on their own, and even rags on their mouths can't be done.
"They have all died, and the people of the Grey Temple will soon arrive." McGonagall retracted the knives that had been ejected, and turned and walked toward the hole. They didn't even look at the elves.
"Father, do we not help them? Are they so pitiful?" Amy looked at McGonagall and asked softly.
"Millet, the superhero is not a super nanny. Some things should be handed over to more professional people, such as magicians who will treat magic." McGonagall picked up Amy and smiled and touched her head.
Not long after, a signal flare was raised in the misty canyon, and it bloomed into a bright red fireball in the air.
A purple lion cub penetrates the fog and rises all the way into the clouds.
......
"To the west, thirty miles, a misty valley... kill... kill me..."
In the basin, the demon who was renewed for the twentieth time looked at the group of members of the Grey Temple with terrible torture, and screamed at the face.
Who said that the gray temple civilization is law enforcement! This is a group of cool! A group of heartbreaking metamorphosis!
The face of the gray temple was full of surprises. For an entire hour, the place was finally lifted from the mouth of the turtle.
"Adult, let's go now now?" asked a member of the Grey Temple, looking at Bradley.
Just then, the West remembered the sound of the signal bomb ascending to heaven.
"There is another situation, the report goes up, let's go now!" Bradley nodded solemnly, took everyone to climb the cliff, looked at the arrows pointing in the direction of the west, and all the faces were surprised. .
"Adult, this is pointing in the direction of the west. Is it because someone found the position before us? Or has someone already started it?" said the former member of the Grey Temple.
"If someone can know the position before us and start with it, I am afraid it will only be him." Brandley nodded slightly and said: "Is the flying mount transferred?"
"Adults, have arrived." A gray temple member on the side of the road, two giant iron-backed goshawks fell, Brandley climbed the eagle's back, the big eagle fluttered and flew toward the west.
Thirty miles away, it took only a few minutes for the flying mount to arrive.
The red flame above the fog is still burning.
"Blow the fog, then go down! All the staff are ready to fight." Bradley said calmly, holding the magic wand in his hand, and the Cavaliers pulled out the sword.
The wind magician casts a gust of wind, and the fog in the valley is blown to the sides, and the two iron-backed goshawks are plunged down.
"A lot of bodies!"
Close to the ground, the people found the bodies scattered in the forest, there are forest trolls, demons and orcs, some of them hiding in the bushes, some hiding in the trees, but without exception, they became corpses.
A blow to the commandment can be seen as dying under the sword.
Very sharp sword, a very fast sword, not even one to struggle.
There are many knights on the back of the eagle, but they all think that they can't do such a thing. Just looking at the bodies, you can imagine the amazing swordsmanship.
The goshawk slid quietly on the open space at the entrance to the cave.
"There is no living in the forest." A magician opened his eyes and looked at Bradley.
"Go in and see, be careful." Bradley glanced at the orc in the cave at the end of the cave, half a face, and walked toward the cave.
As soon as the hole was reached, smells swept away, and everyone was slightly discolored.
But when the crowd went into the cave and saw the broken limbs of the land and the elves lying in the pool, the complexion changed.
Such a tragic scene, even if they often deal with the villains, is also somewhat unbearable, and there are two magician girls who spit on the spot.
Imagine a fierce battle just happened here. The elves don't know how many people can survive.
Bradley waved his hand: "Come! Take them out and treat them with medical treatment!"
The crowds came forward and endured the strong smell and tragic scenes, and took the elves out of the pool of blood.
"Elves are not dead!"
Someone exclaimed.
All the elves were taken to the open space, and although they were all stained with blood, it was not their blood, and all the elves were still alive.
"Alex... Alex saved us..."
The cloth in the mouth of an elf was pulled out, and some weak said.