Vol 2 Chapter 423: surrender

The master's degree itself is ridiculously fast, and the Ranger is a fighter class known for its rapid explosiveness. When the two are combined, it creates the kind of fast to the extreme, like a silent breeze. The instant killing power.
Zola's shot was really fast, and coupled with the unexpected effect of the sudden attack, the adjutant next to her had no time to react to what was born, until the head and neck separated, and the adjutant's face even kept the pair of rushing up and Punk and the others are desperately arrogant, but his head has slowly fallen in mid-air.
Until death suddenly came, this official-level warrior did not make any resistance or exclaim. Under the sneak attack of the master-level powerhouse, the adjutant's fall was only in a flash.
After killing his official-level adjutant, the rest of the clergy, who were generally at the apprentice level, were naturally slaughtered. I saw Zola’s whip gently dancing, and a blade of light flew in the air. Passing by, along with the fresh breeze and Yang Yan, there were dozens of heads full of surprise and incomprehension.
"They guys always like to call me "Queen Slash" in private. To be honest, I don't like such an unbeautiful nickname very much, but...think about it now, suddenly I feel that what they describe is actually quite appropriate."
The light and fast moving pace avoided all the blood that was falling like raindrops, and Zola's red color grew in the hot air to outline a reddish shadow.
"Okay, the trash that got in the way has been solved, can we talk about it, of course, remind the little knight, just talk here, bed time should be reserved for more interesting things. ".
Randomly flicking the long whip in his hand, a few drops of bright red blood were immediately thrown by the female ranger onto the sand and disappeared without a trace.
For a master-level expert, it is too easy to kill such more than fifty apprentice-level professionals. A single move is enough to kill with one blow. The death of a group of low-level professionals is not shocking, but The words Zola said at this time made Punk and Kane silent.
Of course, compared with the slightly light words of the female ranger, the dozens of heads neatly falling behind her also have a unique background effect.
"Hey hey hey! I heard you right, did you guys give up interesting battles and plan to negotiate? Really or not, you guys from the Nightmare sect have learned to negotiate? Please~ don't be a boring conspiracy. What my uncle is looking forward to is a hearty battle"!
Putting the lance on the ground, Kane’s eyes started to become aggressive, and the punk standing next to Kane obviously didn’t mean to relax his vigilance at all, facing an enemy of the master level. , No matter how careful you are, you can't be overstated.
Seeing the vigilant look of Punk and Kane, Zola sighed and helplessly dissipated the wave of anger around her body, and then she threw the whip to the ground and raised her hands behind her head:
"I surrender! How about it, can you listen to me next time? I am now tantamount to betraying the Nightmare Sect. Killing many of these cults is also a tribute to the name, and the next thing about the Nightmare Sect I won’t conceal any information. In this case, can I ask the spellcaster to temporarily put away the spell in his hand?"
Looking at the lavender light spot emerging from punk's hand with a little fear, Zola whispered his request helplessly.
Looking at Zola's face with a wry smile, Punk couldn't help but squinted his eyes:
"The reason? Why did you surrender without a fight? Why did you come here? Finally...why did you betray the Nightmare sect, although you are decisive, but...just a group of ants is not considered a name, you You should understand what I mean".
The icy voice in Punk's mouth was as full of deterrence as always, and with his pupils shining with azure blue brilliance, Punk, as an eighteenth-level spellcaster, brought extremely terrifying pressure to everyone at this moment.
On the other hand, Kane did not relax his vigilance and watched the enemy. After all, he had to guard against such things at any time, not to mention that Zola was still standing outside the punk magic trap. , Just dissipating the grudge and throwing away the weapon is not enough to make a master-level powerhouse lose combat effectiveness.
Compared to Zola’s behavior, her answer to punk questions is now the most important. I believe that as long as there is something wrong with her answer, punk’s spells and Kane’s charge will definitely burst instantly. It's not a good man and a believer, it's the basic quality of every profit-oriented person to kill mistakes instead of letting go!
In the face of casters and knights who are ready at any time, Zola's forehead is slowly dripping sweat. Even if he is a master-level powerhouse, but facing the two monsters of punk and Kane at the same time, the female ranger still bears Too much pressure.
"Well, I will answer these three questions one by one."
Knowing that the next answer is very important, Zola hastened to curb the lightness and seriousness that he often carries in his tone:
"There are two main reasons why I surrendered without a fight. First, I don’t want to die. I can feel that the two professional levels are above me. There are also a lot of magic traps in this small town. When fighting, I feel that even the chance of escape is very slim!
On the other hand..."
Having said this, Zola swallowed and said solemnly:
"For me, it is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to meet two strong men. This is an opportunity that cannot be missed to overthrow the Nightmare sect. If it were you two, it might really be possible to push that old man. Go down to the altar and let this hateful nightmare sect be completely destroyed!
As for why I came here..."
When he said this, the corner of Zola's mouth conjured up an inexplicable self-deprecation:
"On the one hand, I heard about the death of Kulong, the pesky Sheephead Shaman, and went to investigate. On the other hand... I do hope to find a strong man who killed that shaman. It seems I am very lucky. ,I found it".
Finally put on a polite smile, Zola looked at Punk and Kane with a smile as much as possible, and had to admit that Zola, who has always been serious and heavily makeup, still has a unique charm when he smiles.
But for Zola’s optimistic and hopeful smile~EbookFREE.me~ Except for Kane’s lightly whistle, Punk chose to turn a blind eye-he just sharply captured the key words in Zola’s mouth , Now it is serious to start the questioning quickly:
"What old man did you just say? Are you talking about the leader of the Nightmare Sect"?
"Yes".
Zola nodded affirmatively, and said this "damn old man", a lingering fear appeared in the expression of the female ranger:
"The "damn old man" I call is the founder and ruler of the Nightmare Sect. The top powerhouses who have been raging in this desert for more than 300 years so far have directly caused several masters to enter the stormy desert. The behind-the-scenes man behind the mysterious disappearance-the nineteenth-level master mage, Southend-Jess"! ...
　　
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