Chapter 721: Small conflict

"Don't fall!"
Zugstuka rushed to the last stacking wall and jumped directly off the terrace with a single arrow, just in the middle of the barge. The pebbles under his feet were crushed by his weight.
While he stood up straight, other robes also landed around him.
"For the Father!"
Suddenly, a roar similar to a beast was overshadowed by dozens of low voices.
Zugstuka saw most of the shouting shrimps tearing open their tops to reveal the rough bone tattoos on their shoulders, including many incomprehensible signs.
He does not know the identity of these people, nor is it important to him.
He started walking on the battlefield with a recurve knife and a pistol, randomly cutting through flesh or bullets and shooting through his body.
Zugstuka did not pay special attention to what his men killed. There is no doubt that the number of heretic believers and defenders slaughtered by the soldiers of his first squad are similar, but it does not matter-both parties 'S soul was also spurned by Mao.
boom!
Just as the wall was almost clear, a sudden bullet hit Zugstuka's hat, rubbing his eyebrows and scraping his head.
The anger stored in the storm boss was instantly ignited, and he slowly turned his head to see who dared to shoot at him.
Feeling that kind of real rage, the boys around Zugstukka have spread out. The boss at this time is extremely dangerous. Any creature close to him will face terrible consequences-
"by!"
When Varus put down the gun in his hand, he couldn't help a curse in his mouth. Although the single shot of this gun was powerful enough, the wait between fires was slow and painful.
More importantly, he actually wanted to shoot a cultist. Those lunatics killed when they saw people, and he was only for self-preservation. Unexpectedly, he provoked the seemingly angry Ok.
He was thinking about whether he wanted to show his identity, otherwise he would look at the guy's expression, and he wouldn't have any good endings.
However, the effect of the previous blow seemed to slightly stimulate the tall monster that led the other fire-backed Oak. Varus did not know whether his identity worked, and he felt that his life had begun to count down.
The Father blessed my soul--
He can only pray.
The guards of the Mayor’s Palace are being slaughtered at will. Varus saw someone explode a bullet in his left shoulder and then exploded on the spot. When he fell to the ground, the blood spattered his body like a mist. Half of it disappeared completely.
Immediately, the other person was knocked down by the enemy with a gun like a stick, and the force of the knock made the head shatter like glass.
"Get over here for me!!! Suicide!!!"
The behemoth, who had just been shot by Varus, approached him through this scuffle, and he scolded again.
The monster's size was far more than that of Varus. His stature was never short, but he could barely hook the beast's chest.
With a click, after the bullets were loaded, Varus raised his gun again and opened fire at the tall storm boss. The gun was shot in a hurry, too late to aim, but it still hit the beast's wrist.
In order to protect himself, he can only join the guarding shooting. The only thing he can expect is to temporarily retreat the gang of Ok, and then find a chance to slip away, go to the predetermined place and meet the gang of scheduled Ok, Fully understand this matter.
"I want to tear you!!!"
With an angry roar, Zugstuka rushed forward and kicked away the bunker where Varus was hiding. When the other party raised the rifle and tried to block, he easily hacked it with a recurve knife. The spear was cut twice, and then he grasped the opponent's throat empty-handed.
Zugstuka felt that his wrist, which had been hit by Xiao Nao, began to bleed, but the wound had coagulated. This was a trivial matter, but it made him angry.
His hands almost encircled the other person's neck, feeling the fragility coming from under his fingers, and the tendons and ligaments of Ouke's boss slowly contracted to exert pressure.
"Wow...I...I...was..."
Varus was lifted into the air, and his feet were unable to kick uncontrollably half a meter above the ground.
He wanted to say something, but Zugstuka did not give him such a chance at all, and the boss of the storm brought him closer to him.
"Uncomfortable, little one?"
The megaphone blasted his words into the face of the naughty ghost.
"But then it will become more uncomfortable."
When he had finished speaking, he reached out and was about to tear off one of his arms, but before Varus screamed, another voice rang.
"Leave him down, Zugstuka."
Suddenly, the muscles of Mr. Ock, who was in a rage, froze, and he desperately wanted to understand the shrimp, but another voice in his mind told him not to. This contradiction made him tremble slightly. Not from fear, but the conflict between instinct and thought
.
Eventually, thinking overwhelmed his instinct, and he turned slowly.
In the diffuse smoke, a towering figure emerged like an unreal shadow. The smoky smoke made the gray iron-colored armor like a low thundercloud. The center of the thorny shoulders was a huge helmet, and there was a huge helmet in the center of the helmet. A tall silver horn, you can see the metal back over the helmet
A dozen pale skulls on the flag clanged in the evening breeze.
A unique standard is engraved on the chest of the armor in red and white, and the smoke exhaust pipe behind the waist buzzes as the monster moves.
Zugstuka recognized the standard and the face.
"Kundra Ka—"
The boss of the storm narrowed his eyes, but did not put down his prey.
"What do you mean."
"literal meaning."
The Lord of the Guardian walked across the battlefield with a relaxed expression. His iron boots were covered with blood donation, and the sword in his hand was bloody. Obviously, he had just finished a massacre.
"He is mine! I caught it!"
"This shrimp~EbookFREE.me~I sent it."
"He shot at me!"
"Anyway, you are not dead. Give him to me, and I will punish him."
"No rules!"
Zugstuka's killing intent in his eyes, he felt that Kundera was fighting against himself. If he agreed, then the face would be lost. Ouke was a good-looking creature.
"Now."
The storm boys gradually gathered up, and although Kundera's size dreaded them, they were still afraid of being older.
But Zugstuka saw that behind Kundera, dozens of the same huge figure also emerged from the darkness. They held all kinds of heavy weapons and were domineering and domineering. The Storm Boy is in his eyes.
"Leave him down."
Kundera walked in front of Zugstuka and put one hand on the other's shoulder. All the storm boys raised their guns at the same time, and the guards also raised their weapons.
"Ok?"
The Lord of the Guardian bent down slightly, looking down at the storm boss who was short on his own head, and Zugstuka gritted his teeth under the gaze of the other party.
"I remember this time! Kundera!"
After he finished speaking, he threw Varus heavily on the ground.
"go!!!!!!!"
Looking at the angry Zugstuka walking towards the mayor's mansion, Kundera grinned, then looked down at Varus rolling on the ground.
Just now, Zugstuka was really hard. If Varus was strong and strong, it was estimated that he would be killed this time, but even so, he felt that his internal organs seemed to be misplaced. At the same time, the head became because of knocking on the small stones.
"Good job, shrimp."