MTL - One Hundred Ways to Become a God-Chapter 116 Hypothetical paladin

The night of the night is not calm.

Countless World of Warcraft was awakened by the fierce fighting sounds. In the dark forest, the various beasts were opened, and they wanted to share a piece of cake, but they were captured by the amazing power created by the battle of two top powers. Run away.

These are the strengths of Warcraft in the periphery, and they dare not mix this battle far beyond their level.

After about half an hour, the screaming screams of anger in the anger gradually stopped until they disappeared. It was not long before, when he was in the same place, he saw a familiar figure and dragged a piece of things back.

It is Ambrose.

The battle just seemed to be fierce. The shoulders of the head of the Paladin were broken, and they could not be dropped on the body. The gorgeous white gold knights were covered with blood and even the face was not spared. .

Dark blood stains on his chin and cheeks, coupled with the indifference of the face, in the shadow of the boundless night, like the same beautiful and beautiful, killing them toward them.

Seeing the appearance of Ambrose, the presence of the paladin in the presence of a strange expression of surprise.

Although they have also seen the appearance of the head of the team, Ambrose has always been a person who can control his emotions. It is so obvious that he is exposed to the suffocating, but he is the first time to see it.

Going closer, everyone found that the head of the Paladin was dragging his hair and dragging his hair into an adult man with a chain of golden light flowing from the light.

This should be the only orc, the dark brown hair and the lion's mane are the same color.

Ambrose stood before the crowd and threw the orc in his hand on the ground.

His gaze and the bright Son standing on the side glanced at each other, and a dark awn in his eyes, then removed his gaze and told the Paladins: "The battlefield in the distance has been cleaned, and later you and The bishops together eliminated all the blood in the vicinity."

Bloody smell will attract World of Warcraft, and the blood of the king of the orcs contains power. If left unchecked, it will surely attract many World of Warcraft to compete for food.

Although the strength of World of Warcraft outside the night of the night is not very high, but the number is coming, it is also a big trouble.

Compared with Ambrose, who seems to be a little embarrassed, this orc can be more embarrassed, and his muscles are all cracked wounds, still bleeding, and the ground is red.

The orc's body curled up tightly, and the blood on the abdomen and legs was especially high. It should be seen that there should be extremely serious wounds there.

The orc's pair of brown beasts are extremely bright and fiercely despise the people around them.

When he looked at the wound in Ambrose, he took a look at the orcs on the ground.

His gaze stopped for a moment on the blood of the orc's lower abdomen, and he looked a little hesitant in his eyes, and his mood became subtle.

- Not what he thought?

The orc's perception was extremely sharp, and he almost caught his gaze in an instant. When he saw his face clearly, the erected beasts tightened, and the picked-up body also ran a bit, very excited. .

Then the head of the Paladin, who was immediately turned back, stepped on the face mercilessly.

The orcs should have been banned, even if they were so insulting, they could only hear a low sigh in his throat, waiting until the head of the Paladin was cold. When the hard boots were removed, even the only face that barely could see was killed.

He Wei took his eyes off the face of the terrible orc patriarch: "..."

He checked the wound on Ambrose.

Although the head of the Paladin is very embarrassed, the actual blood in the body is not his own. From the beginning to the foot, there are only a few minor injuries. Only two low-level healing techniques are used.

After the bishops and paladins cleaned the battlefield, they will be **** to the orcs who are unwilling to wiggle on the ground. According to the command of the head of the Paladin, they will be supervised and wait for tomorrow to interrogate.

Having explained everything, Ambrose returned to the tent with his own light son.

Of course, before returning, he borrowed an iron-ridden tent and replaced his bodysuit with the orc's stinky blood, and gave himself a simple bath. He returned to rest in a clean and refreshing manner. local.

He Wei looked at his series of tortoises and felt the unpleasantness of the elves to the orcs.

Then, as soon as he entered the door, he was smothered by the blood elf with incomparable tortoise. The whole person was instantly surrounded by a slightly cold breath of another person, and then only felt shoulders sinking, and a skull was heavily pressed. On his shoulders.

He Yan reached out and touched the head and asked, "What happened?"

Because the paladin had just finished bathing, there was a hint of dampness in the hair.

The blood elf rubbed his neck with a tall nose, and a dull voice came from behind him. He asked, "You are mine."

... It’s really insecure.

He Wei sighed in his heart and said, "Well."

The blood elf silently licked him for a long while before letting him go, and then did not know where to take out a small, flashing golden man, "Guess what?"

It was a broken container base. Although it was incomplete, it still shimmered with a faint and sacred radiance, and was confined by a vain dark chain, thus covering up all the breath.

He Yan took the thing in the hands of the blood elf and carefully looked at it.

Although I can't perceive the specific atmosphere and attributes of this thing, but look at the conspicuous features of this thing, and then contact the orc patriarch who came tonight to attack, this should be the piece of bright artifact falling in the hands of the orc?

However, the original Cecil should not know the existence of this artifact fragment, so under the watchful eyes of the blood elf, He Wei just shook his head slightly and hesitated: "The instrument of light attribute?"

The blood elf kissed him on the face with a reward. "Yes, this is a piece of bright artifact."

He Yan rounded his eyes in a timely manner.

The blood elf seems to be teased by his performance, with a soft light in his eyes, but the next second is replaced by disgust. "This is the purpose of the Pope and the Orcs to trade."

Then, as if I remembered something even worse, the **** suffocation was more intense, and I said coldly: "After learning the pope, the idiot actually wanted to find me to continue the transaction."

He Yan’s brows can’t help but wrinkle: “...”

Everything that the orc patriarch made was really refreshing his understanding of the lower bounds of the orc.

As the head of the Paladin, the strength of Ambrose is heard throughout the mainland. When knowing that his strength does not necessarily exceed the other, the orc patriarch is so stupid and so sweet. Fragments come to the door to trade?

Although the Fragment of Light artifacts is indeed a very tempting chip, the Paladin betray the contract and pay a very heavy price.

Where did the orc patriarch gain confidence, and Ambrose would be touched by artifact fragments to betray his loyalists?

It’s no wonder that the orc’s race, although ranked in the forefront of all races in the continent, is actually strong.

The Creator is indeed fair, and while giving the orc people a powerful force, they also ruthlessly deprived their IQ.

The blood elf saw him with a smug expression, and reached out to smooth the traces between his eyebrows, bringing a hint of pleasure in the blood: "Of course, the idiot has been beaten by me."

Reflexively thinking about the large bloodstains of the orcs' lower abdomen, He wanted to ask him where he had been, but when he got to his lips, he swallowed the question and changed it to another sentence: "How are you going to deal with this?" thing?"

Forget it, he is the one who wants to live with the object overnight, or does not mention the topic of corruption.

The blood elf slightly hooked his lips and kissed his lips: "Of course it is dedicated to you, my Highness Cecil."

Don't look at this is just a piece of artifact, but this is the artifact that has been infused with the goddess of light by the goddess of light. There is a trace of the most powerful light power in the gods. It may not be anything in the world of the gods, but it is placed in the low-level plane. The mainland is an extremely terrifying force.

The bright Son shook his head unexpectedly, without hesitation, refused something that every bishop had dreamed of: "It is not safe to put it in me. I think it would be better to keep my contract knight safe. right?"

The emergence of magical power is only the beginning of the invasion of the Darkland by the Dark God. There is never a **** who can monopolize the faith of the entire continent, so this is a war that cannot be stopped and is the inevitable development of history.

In a few years, the Holy See will be tangled up under the impact of the newly established Dark God, and the situation will become more complicated as the other gods confuse the water.

At that time, the Holy See could not be as peaceful as it is now, and at that time his strength was far from enough to give him absolute assurance to keep this artifact fragment.

The blood elf has a lot more cards than him. It is safer to hold the things that are hot.

The blood elf quietly watched him for a long time with blood, and whispered and whispered, "Do you really believe me? Dear, I have no other meaning."

He only said that the sacrifice of the artifacts to the Light Son is not a tempting discourse, but a sincere hope that this little mouse that has taken risks every day can have a means of self-protection.

However, Guangming Shengzi just smiled at him, and the pair of nephews, who were purely obsidian, watched him intently, and he couldn’t help but say something that made his heart hot: "I certainly believe in you, because you are mine too. Ambrose."

The author has something to say: Hey: This thing with a hot hand is still pushed to the old attack (*▽*)

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