Chapter 1860: Cost of ×

"What conditions?" Klein asked angrily.
"Hey, it's very simple." Montais pointed to Scholez behind Klein, and then pointed to his crotch, his expression was incredibly obscene: let the guy who vomited the fragrance come to lick my cock, when will I give it to my son Licking comfortably, let you go. "
"Go to hell! Greyhide pigs!"
How did Schultz have suffered such insults, raised his shotgun unbearably, and roared at the gray dwarf to fire.
Montais was mad, but in fact he was cunning inside. He was already on guard against Schultz. When he saw him raise his gun, he immediately raised a heavy tower shield to block the lead shot from the front.
"Hey! Waste is waste, useless is useless!" Montais stood the tower shield in front of him, laughing loudly. "Don't you understand that this weak attack will not hurt me at all!"
Seeing Montesse's arrogance, Schultz was furious and took out a fine gold bullet that Joan helped him build into the gun barrel and aimed at Montais, about to pull the trigger but was stopped by Robin Hood.
"Mr. Dwarf dies, let me play with the bald guy first, and ask him to dance."
Corrigin's hippie smiled and walked towards Montais. He snapped his fingers under the watchful eye of the other party, and the magic net distributed in the space around Montais also experienced strange fluctuations, and the magic turned into an invisible silk thread around his hands and feet. He was forced to dance with his hands, like a string puppet manipulated by people, making all kinds of funny dances.
In this involuntary state, Montais obviously could not make effective defense. First, he was shot by Schultz, a fine gold bullet penetrated the breastplate, deeply embedded in the body, and then was thrown by Klein. The coming Warhammer hit it head-on, screaming and falling down on his back, bald with blood.
After being hit hard, Montais finally got rid of the "dance" control, endured the pain, struggling to get up, but was entangled by a rope that was flying towards him.
"Bald guy, just lie and stay still!"
Robin Hood laughed and threw the activated iron rope, binding Montais from head to toe a strong, lying straight on the ground like a mummy, unable to move.
The arrogant gray dwarf did not expect Robin Hood, who is thinner than the dwarf, to be so powerful. He put down Montais two or three times, and he froze for a few seconds before recovering.
The first of the three people to react was the "Emperor Zong" monk Mugel, whose body was light and swift, like a gray ghost floating towards the fallen Montais .
At this point, Shorts had already put away his shotgun, changed his warhammer, and rushed towards Montais, suddenly felt a flower in front of him, and another gray dwarf dressed in a common cloth stopped in front, did not think about it, just lifted the warhammer. Slammed at the other person's bald head.
"Go away for me!"
"Oh! This is what I want to say to you!"
The gray dwarf monk raised his right arm with a sneer, blocking Sholts's hammer with empty hands. The collision caused a gold-iron roar at the moment of the collision. Sholts's wrists were numb and he could hardly hold the warhammer.
The high-level monk infuriates his arms, and the hardness and destructive power of a pair of meat palms are comparable to the magic weapons forged by stainless steel.
Muger grabbed Schorz's warhammer with his right hand, prompting a vigorous infusion around his body, his body expanded rapidly, and turned into a gray giant nine feet tall. He grinned and raised his left leg, hitting Schorz's chest with his knee. .
"hateful!"
Schultz was forced to give up the Warhammer and hurriedly raised his hands to block the huge counterattack of Mugel.
Boom!
The moment the big shield hit the knee fiercely, Shorts felt like he was hit by a cannon, staggered back a few steps, and even fell to the ground with a shield.
Mugel dropped Scholz's warhammer, and there were clear finger marks on the surface of the hammer.
Klein saw that Schultz was not the opponent of this fierce monk, and quickly hurriedly kept him behind him, watching the imminent Mugel with vigilance.
Mugel looked at Klein contemptuously, his eyes crossed over him, and looked at Robin Hood, Gemodo and Joan.
"Waste is waste. It's the same for everyone. You can go together and save time."
"Since you say so, I'm welcome."
Joan pulled out the revolver and aimed at the forehead of the gray dwarf monk.
"That kind of gadget can't hurt me. You can try it if you don't believe it."
Mugel folded his arms across his chest and proudly looked down at the young mage who pointed the gun at him.
Try it!
Joan Trail pulled the trigger from his side, and an arc flashed from the muzzle.
At the same time he shot, Mugel's pupils contracted, and he suddenly waved a hand, and the action was too fast to exceed the human visual limit.
The gunshots were still echoing in the air, but the lead shot that had screamed was already clamped tightly by the of the right hand of the gray dwarf monk.
"I warned you, that toy-like weapon is useless to me!"
Mugel showed Joan the bullets he took off empty-handed, then threw the bullets into his mouth, crunching and crushing them, chewing his facial muscles, and alternately scornful and tyrannical expressions on his face.
Faced with the arrogant provocation of the gray dwarf monk, Joan shook his head silently, secretly feeling that some people were really ignorant and fearless. In order to pretend to be forced, you can do nothing and do anything stupid.
"Sercé!"
When Joan chanted a spell spell symbolizing "blood", the wicked look on Mugel's face suddenly became stiff, and the next moment he was horrified, his mouth wide open, trying to spit out the lead bullet fragments in his mouth.
However, it was too late. The shrapnel exploded in his mouth and turned into a group of catharsis beetles filled with negative energy. He got into his throat and sucked blood.
When the worm swallowed the mouth, Mugel couldn't help but put his hands on his throat, lest the beetle burrowed into his belly to eat his internal organs, his gray face was flushed with red, and his mouth opened with err and wailing.
In an instant, the disaster beetle was fed with blood, swarming out of the mouth of the gray dwarf monk, like a blushing cloud of clouds floating in the sky.
Joan had already prepared the blood bottle and unscrewed the stopper in his palm.
The beetle cluster drilled into the mouth of the bottle and turned into drops of blood, just filling a bottle.
Mugel, who was sucking a lot of blood, could no longer maintain the form of a giant. Like a pierced ball, he quickly shrivelled and shrunk, returning to the original gray short body shape, with no face, and a demeanor.
Grey dwarf priest Olga hurriedly used his magic to heal Mugel's wounds. When he recovered, he turned around and glared at Joan, clenching the holy symbol to chant prayers, and a golden flame surged in his palm.
The moment the "Flame Strike" was about to pop out, it was suddenly cancelled by a diametrically opposite magic, Olga's complexion changed, and he turned his head to look at the Druid, the man of the marsh holding an oak stick next to the young mage.
"Old Toad! How dare you counter my spell?!"
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