Chapter 1798: I want to fight you

Hailis walked out.
But she still had a head in her hand.
Everyone saw Halith coming out of Death Canyon and all gave way.
"Halis, in principle, we don't oppose you killing people, but we can't tolerate the birth of a change .. State, we are still our own," West said.
"I'm not a pervert ..." Halith dropped her head helplessly. "I just want something in his head."
"Well, next time you hold your head, can you find something to hold?"
"I don't have anything to pack. My clothes are expensive. I don't want to use this disgusting head," said Helice.
"Go find something that you can pack yourself. By the way, how long will it take you to extract the contents of this head? Can it be done locally in Norway? Or do you need to take it home?
"It takes longer."
"Well, it seems I need to find a way to take this head back to our house."
Hailis glanced at the scene: "Did I miss something?"
Maggie Modric saw that head.
He recognized Rebrick, who had tried to pull into the flames.
Of course, he finally handed over Librick to those organizations.
So he remembered it well, even after many years had passed.
That crazy, change ... state, full of evil terror lunatics.
It was an invincible lunatic.
Maggie Modric remembers very, very clearly, Librick!
But they reunited today, and they reunited in this way.
Reblick had only one head left.
That head's face was also full of shock and misery.
How could this be? Who is that girl in black?
How could she kill Librick?
How could that horrible lunatic be killed by a girl?
"Halise, don't rob me. The man named Tyrant will be alive ... West, you prepare it, too, and he will return it to headquarters." Jolynash said.
"Which is a tyrant?" Helis asked curiously. "Which one? Great, right? At least one-tenth of the chairman's power is great, so you dare to call this name."
"That's the guy." Jorin Nash pointed to Margaret Modric: "But now this nickname belongs to me. He has a magic, and I like it."
Suddenly, Magri Modric felt a little chill.
He came into contact with Halis.
He found Halith interested in him.
The girl just killed Librick.
Maghry Modric doesn't think he can compete with Librick.
Not to mention the ability to fight the people who killed Librick.
This is a real level of crushing.
"Okay, okay, I won't do it." Halis shrugged.
In fact, her magic has not yet recovered.
In the battle with Librick just now, she used the abyss demon.
It cannot be said that there is no fighting at all.
But there must be no peak state.
The battle in Death Canyon just now made her satisfied.
So for the time being, she doesn't want to do anything.
Moreover, these enemies are really too weak compared to Librick.
A few of them did not do anything.
Two-thirds have been packed.
One-third are left now.
No one in the flames, including Maghry Modric, had thought of it.
These Yankees are so strong.
"Escape ..." I didn't know who shouted.
However, they couldn't escape the biting beast.
Bai Mian Gui Tou is the favorite of this kind of game.
Except for Gageira, who needs to oversee the white-faced ghosts, everyone stays in place.
Jolin Nash looked at Margery Modric with a smile on his face.
"Look, give me that magic just now, and then I let you go."
Magry Modric's face was pale.
But Delin's face was paler.
Because he suddenly realized the mistake he had made.
He miscalculated the Yankees.
These Yankees did not see their real hands along the way.
But this does not mean that they have no strength.
The key point is that he is a betrayer.
More hateful than the enemy is the betrayer.
In Germany after World War II, ordinary soldiers would not go to military court.
Because they are just manipulated pawns.
Only those generals and leaders went to military court.
And those betrayers.
Magri Modric's eyes flashed, he was looking for a breakout opportunity.
The only thing he is thankful for now is that he is an elemental fire department. He is not alone in danger and does not go deep into the other party ’s front. He has always stood outside.
So he was thinking, if he turned and ran away now.
Is there this opportunity.
"Do you want to escape?" Joel Nash has too much combat experience.
Looking at the eyes of Margaret Modric, Jolin Nash guessed his intention.
Maghry Modric was furious, little girl.
How intuitive is so keen.
"Protective ... we ... we surrender." Nalev was desperate.
Is this the psychic from the magical desert?
It's like the national football team suddenly ran to the Champions League and abused a giant team.
Not winning, but kicking 10: 0.
This result is so ridiculous and so unacceptable.
"There are too few people to divide enough," Moyd complained.
In fact, he can handle most enemies alone.
Magritte Modric gritted his teeth and called, "I demand a fair duel with you. If I win, I demand the right."
Everyone looked at Maghry Modric, not knowing that they were surprised by Maghry Modric's choice.
Still surprised by his courage.
In fact, Maghry Modric just let it go.
He didn't think he could escape.
He was not good at speed. If he wanted to escape from the forest on his own feet, he would escape the strong men in front of him.
It's completely impossible.
That's why he came up with this strange request.
"What if you lose?" Asked Jolyn Nash.
"Then I accept being your captive."
"Fack, you are a captive now." Joel Nash scolded, and she was no lady.
If you are a lady, you won't want to get the nickname because you think it has the nickname of Tyrant.
"If you lose, then give up the magic." Joly Nash said, "how?"
"Not so good." Margaret Modric was clear that the magic was his life-saving capital. If it was handed over, it would be completely reduced to the lamb on the opponent's chopping block.