Chapter 77: Thirty. Mountain of Conflict (4)

In this ED, how many people can hear it? Ha ha. [sp=/refer/lDczBKJld3G5aJNM/v.swf]
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　　 "I don't remember knowing someone who speaks like you."
　　 A refreshing squealing chirp, the tip of the saber pointed at a young man who seemed to be an enemy. The knight's instinct rummaged a "danger" alarm in his body, which was stronger than ever.
　　The sword-savvy knight poses flawlessly, staring fiercely at the teenager in front of him, and the hostility keeps pouring out of his body.
　　 "I don't remember any monsters who knew sharp ears or were unidentified."
　　 "At this moment in the state of [first meeting], it is normal to not know before."
　　 The dark-haired teenager bent his lips, showing a cheerful look.
　　 "[The first meeting] plus [hostile stance] will cause communication difficulties, but it is a necessary etiquette to express gratitude."
　　 owed his body, the tutor nodded his head well, and gave off his stern appreciation.
"I underestimated the low quality of the recruits, and the sudden use of powerful attack techniques is a mistake made by poor calculations. When the whole team is in chaos or even collapsed, it is difficult to achieve the original combat goal, except to wipe out all the chaotic soldiers. He thought. Fortunately, Mr. Knight appeared."
　　 Sincerely compliment, after a few weeks of comprehensive explanation, he paused and continued the lively tone.
　　 "With Mr. Cavalier's active, did he successfully avoid the worst situation? Ah~~~~~ It's really an outstanding talent. If you don't thank you, it is really rude and I am very sorry."
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The straight and dull sound of the bow and crossback from the shape of the bounce followed the screams of the tearing air of dozens of feather arrows, and the oak leaves that were so tight that the floating oak leaves could not retreat, the space of the arrows quickly forced the teenager, the leisurely His posture is fixed in the shooter's eyes, and the sharp sight that is more murderous than the arrows he shoots seems to be able to shoot the teenager out of countless holes.
　　 So-called thanks-no matter whether the person is genuine or hypocritical, in the ears of the pale-faced humans, all he heard is a pile of malicious and arrogant mockery.
　　The unpredictable, arrogant monster heresy is in front of your eyes. Letting the bow and arrow fly into the ragged mouth before the enemy releases the magic is undoubtedly the best answer.
　　 "The response is too unfriendly, right?"
　　 The idle face with his chin is realized like the most terrible nightmare, and the experienced knight can't help but breathe air in the vision.
　　Bow and arrow;
　　All are still in mid-air.
　　 maintained their posture of gliding in the atmosphere, and the iron arrow pointed directly at the black hair.
　　 A fragment of the torrent of time was cleverly stripped out, and the abnormal posture after freezing eroded the audience's perception of the world.
　　 "Really strong and convenient hair."
　 　 praise mixed with disgusting tone, Pierre Knight to show off the basic attitude of those who fooled others, rudely abandon Li Lin's thanks and praise. His eyes were carefully staring at the tiny hair strands that trapped the arrow like a cobweb.
　　 attitude may be courteous and polite as a scholar of noble origin with a deep family background. What he does is revealing the evil nature of treating others as fools.
　　 "No one wants to use inconvenient weapons, like Mr. Knight's sword is inefficient and inconvenient for me. Of course, these are also."
　　 Shaking his head teasingly, the crossbow arrows in the fixed air changed into a large number of flat and smooth fragments falling into the ground, and the crisp and clear phonology outlined the scary notes in human ears.
　　 The eyelid that has been squinted into a curved slit slowly opened, and the red pupil like a ruby-like clear eye scanned the crowd that was depressed or frightened or vigilant,
　　 Disguise and cover up in front of those eyes has no effect. When the eyes that people see through from the inside to the outside are completely fixed on themselves, the experience is so old that the Pierre Knight also fought a chill.
　　 [What the hell... This kind of look. 】
　　 Locke's lips appeared a layer of bluish-purple, and the chilly saliva swallowed his stomach dignified.
　　 Excessive [heterogeneity] intrudes into Locke's consciousness, strongly impacting the boy's perception of the world.
"I like convenience and efficiency underneath, and have the same degree of headache as the inefficient procrastination on the other side of the coin. The chaotic soldiers and defeated soldiers-chasing-annihilating-gathering-persuading the surrender to waste time and energy. It is too wasteful to wipe out the world with this forest."
　　The crescent-like crooked cracks sent out inhuman laughter, and the gentle tone seemed to be no different from the daily communication chat, almost nothing special.
　　 But after peeping through the hidden red pupil rendering in the deepest part of the human heart, language was given great pressure.
　　 "From the beginning of the attack to the last crusade turned to ashes, no more than 5 seconds before and after, what disturbs the next is the subsequent disposal."
　　 Not like humans, not like orcs, not like dwarves, not like intelligent species, not even creatures... Frozen eyes.
"Your loved ones will cry, hate down, and seek revenge for those who have died injustice-this is very reasonable, as long as your interpersonal relationship does not have particularly serious problems, as long as your family's emotional world is rich and normal, These are the actions that will definitely happen. They have reasons and rights to prepare to implement various revenge plans, and others can't talk about this. However, for the following, it is really very troublesome."
　　 "You guy...!!!!!!"
　　 "Coping with endless suicide volunteers-even saints will be tired of this stupid act of wasting time. Such precious labor should be used more effectively. You should be able to agree with this."
　　 The theoretical logic of strong deviation was thrown out after being packed with colorful and reasonable packaging, and the knights and soldiers were stunned by the hetero-dimensional theory that was forcibly translated into human language.
　　 The few, including Pierre Knight, piled their anger on his face, and Yu Guang peeked at the corners of his murderous savings.
　　 is faced with extreme twisted heresy, and there is no need to communicate with it at all.
　　Only smash and smash it.
　　A common attack can't do this, then join the magic attack.
　　 The ground attack is not enough, and the power of the air is also added.
　　 "Go to to find your audience!!!"
　　 The angry roar pulled the trigger of the assault, the mantra, bow and arrow, stone bullets, and spears separated from their respective masters, drawing the ballistic trajectory that communicated with each other across the battlefield.
　　 The thunder and lightning raged, the flame call sign, the metal, stone, ice arrow, and wind blade burst out of the momentum enough to block all the obstacles on the track to shred to a large amount of debris in millimeters.
　　 Locke looked at the fierce attack that was completely excessive and wasted in order to destroy a life, the boy's heart felt a little weird.
　　Hundreds of people.
　　 Siege an opponent.
　　From ordinary soldiers to knights, to magician sergeants.
　　Everyone is doing their best, every killing intention is really across the cheek skin, converging into a torrent and running towards a goal.
　　 Bystander's standpoint will lead to [mean and shameless behavior]-This kind of thing has nothing to do with derogatory conclusions.
　　 Locke is not a visitor, there is no way to make a light comment from a rational, calm and very safe audience. He is a member of the crusade, one of the enemies of the black-haired heretic boy.
　　Although he did not shoot a bow or arrow, he never rushed up to pierce the spear in his hand. The fact that he is a bully will not change.
　　 The opponent is so powerful that it must be flooded with a landslide-like tsunami-like attack.
　　 [Mother God, Almighty Mother God. Is that monster dead? Even the dragon should be dead...oh, what am I thinking about? Damn it! what a shame! 】
　　The jaw biting the lower lip and adding a bit of strength, Locke joined the ranks of the shouting-no matter the class, the cheering team that has been cheering to eliminate the enemy.
　　 obsessively cheered his colleagues until his hiss was exhausted and his face flushed.
　　 Only in this way can the unsatisfactory shame be covered, and--
　　 [Black-haired humanoid monster is still alive] horror thoughts.
　　In the eyes of Locke, the attack that even the dragon could not bear continued for more than 20 minutes. The arm that pulled the bow could not lift up, and the stick that condensed Mana hung down. Everyone was tired and relaxed, feeling that they had fought all day long, and a high degree of excitement and fatigue started a tug of war in the body.
　　 A sweaty tired face hung with a relaxed smile. From the commander to the soldier, no one doubted the death of the black-haired heresy,
　　 After the dust had cleared, the smile stiffened on the pale face, and the joy was replaced by a silent bird.
　　 "Don't you say? Dealing with suicide volunteers is a terrible mess."
　　 is like a bitter laugh, like a mockery, like a scorn, like a contempt.
　　 "I won't listen to other people's words and finish talking carefully, I won't think carefully, I will blindly seek my own way, and continue to cause trouble to others."
　　 Holding his cheeks, the dark-haired teenager stood in the center of the rugged collapsed land, and the sneer sneered swept over the humans whose thinking circuits were difficult to function properly.
　　 The smile that touches the rational nerve overflows the smelly smell of hell, and does not regard human beings as an equal existence, such as food-like tastes of interest, and toys like fun.
　　 That's right, it is to treat things as indifferently, completely and coldly overlooking.
　　 "Die it! Monster thing thing thing thing thing thing thing thing thing thing thing thing thing thing thing thing thing thing thing thing thing thing thing thing thing thing thing thing thing thing thing thing thing!
　　 The rifle rolled up a sharp wind stab at the frivolous young man, and in addition to the frantic killing intention, the greasy face wearing a helmet also had the madness distorted by deep fear. UU reading www.uukankan.com
　　 had no time to consider more tactics and movements, drove the crotch horses to spread their hooves, and the speed, strength, and all killing intentions of the horses were poured into the delicate neck that could be broken by the hand.
　　 What can not be done by the storm before the storm, two spears are also impossible to accomplish this feat.
　　 clothing corner has never been stained.
　　The gleaming iron gun that slaughtered the soldier's chest and was polished by the owner's maintenance greeted the white flash from the most vertical point.
Along the line of sight, thinking will be sucked into the neat incision, the iron gun is divided into two left and right, the gunman's motionless expression is also bordered by the bridge of the nose, drawing a thin vertical red line, extending from the forehead to the lower end, no The corpse, which became a whole, slid down to the ground together with the battle horse, which was also perfectly cut in half. The body fluids of various colors contained in the body slowed down after a beat, and spewed into the air. The proud horse, weapon, martial arts, Glory was cut cleanly.
　　Knight's dignity and war intentions and even the opponent's tricks were not clearly understood, so they were smashed and trampled into the dust.
After the splattered scenery, the black-haired teenager and two pieces of silver-white bladed metal are showing their fangs and smiling.
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　　Bren Hill: I thought it was Dragon X days, and it turned into a hunting event.
　　 Li Lin: This is also impossible, I just defend it.
　　Bren Hill: If this book is comicized in the future, will this scene pass the review?
　　 Li Lin: Didn’t you see the fantasy blockbuster "Anti-Japanese Warrior" staged a wonderful picture of someone tearing the Japanese soldiers in half?
　　Bren Hill: (╯‘□′)╯(┴-┴ Alright! The directors of the anti-Japanese entertainment blockbuster! You won...