The atmosphere was very tense, and Tyrion and Augustin could go berserk at any time. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info I looked at Rand who fell in front of the two of them, and I was very scared.

It's not a situation I can handle at all. I just wanted to bring Rand back, but things were going badly now, and I vaguely sensed that Tyrion had another purpose in bringing Rand to Evenerge.

My back was aching, my broken ribs seemed to be cracking even more, and now I can't even save myself, I don't know what to do right.

Tyrion looked at Augustine defiantly, and suddenly changed his cold expression, he reached out to hold Augustin's hand pulling his neckline, and sneered: "Augustine, you really use yourself as the number one person, don't think that you can be arrogant if you are a humanoid demon!" You're still too tender! Remember how embarrassing you were when you lost twenty years ago? You haven't made a contract with anyone else since, is there a psychological shadow? Speaking of which, you've only been married once in your life, right? I didn't expect it to end like that. What are you afraid of? I wouldn't mind letting you taste that taste again! As he spoke, his hand began to suddenly begin to ignite with a black flame, faintly revealing an evil aura. The black flame began to burn upwards along Augustine's arm. Augustine changed his indifferent expression and let go instantly, but the black flame still stayed in his hand and burned for a long time before extinguishing.

At this time, Augustine's gloves had burned out, and the burns on his hands could be clearly seen, and the white bones could already be seen. But maybe it's the general nature of high-level demons, and the hand begins to recover in an instant. His hands are well-defined, slender and beautiful, but there is a shocking mark on the back of his hand. Although the seal has been distorted, it is still vaguely visible that the base of the seal is triangular.

Augustin first rubbed his wrist expressionlessly, but his expression suddenly became hideous and terrifying, and his nails began to become sharp. It seems that the origin of this imprint on his hand is a very unbearable memory for him, and when Tyrion brings it up again, it undoubtedly ignites the most humiliating link in his memory, and finally explodes.

For a split second, he teleported in front of Tyrion, his right hand piercing his chest. Tirion's body slammed, and his eyes widened and a mouthful of blood erupted. This is not over, his figure suddenly disappeared again, and instantly appeared behind Tyrion, he put his hand on Tyrion's shoulder, Tyrion's shoulder began to show a cracked red light, from his cold eyes, it is not difficult to see that he really wants to kill Thyrion this time!

At this time, my first reaction was such a close distance, if Tyrion was detonated, the rand would definitely be affected, and it would be difficult to survive. While there was still some time for the skill to be activated, I endured the pain in my body and hurried to Rand's side. I lifted him up and hurried behind the pile of rocks that could be used as cover, but I was wounded myself due to the difficult terrain, and the moment Rand landed on my shoulder, my foot slipped and fell to the ground due to the pain in my back. I realized that we had no time to escape, so I subconsciously pressed Rand under me to protect me.

Rand struggled against my back, and the pile of rocks below us suddenly became unbalanced and began to roll, and the two of us were also swept along with the falling rocks to both sides of the wall. Coupled with the wave attacks emanating from Augustin and Tirion at this time, the wall under me began to collapse for a while, and Rand and I began to fall along the wall and the falling rocks, and there were many demons who fell with us.

The wall was 100 meters high, and I knew that if I didn't have a cushion, I would definitely be crushed if I went down from such a high place, so I gritted my teeth and used a spell to make a demon close to the two of us change its position and move to us as a cushion. Because there were already a lot of broken rocks on the ground, and this way down and clinging to the wall that was gradually protruding outward, I made our speed gradually slow down, so when I landed, although there was still a huge impact, shaking my whole body, but at least I didn't fall to pieces.

At this moment, a huge amount of energy began to erupt from the top of the cross wall, and the light rushed in all directions, as bright as day. We lay on the ground to reduce the irritation of our vision from the bright light, and about half a minute later, a loud noise began to be heard in the air. The rumbling sound made my ears ring.

When the aftermath finally dissipated, Rand struggled out of the rubble, a pained expression on his face. I know it's the injury on his leg that was rewound in the impact just now. Somehow, I felt better from the pain on my body than before.

I grabbed Randt by the ankle and checked it out. His calves were swollen and blue and purple, and when he moved slightly, he would be in unbearable pain and scream. I looked around to see if there was anything I could use, but I couldn't find anything. As a last resort, I pressed the scabbard of my short knife against his calf, and tore a strip of cloth from my body and wrapped it around it to fix it. Prevent his already broken leg bone from being re-displaced.

I nervously looked around me and then looked up at the sky. Somehow, the cracks in the sky are getting bigger and bigger, and the scene of Dodro is clearly visible. The demons there seem to be starting to weaken as well, and gradually humans are starting to gain the upper hand and have begun to clear the final trenches. The upper end of the cross wall had been blown beyond recognition, at least half of the height of the wall had been blown open, and the black rock on which the wall had been built was scattered all over the ground. I care about the outcome of Augustine and Tyrion just now, because our fate is at stake.

From the conversation between the two of them just now, I already had a vague sense that Tirion seemed to have another purpose for us, and if he wins, he will definitely not let us go like this. But Augustin is different, he doesn't care about the two of us uninvited guests, and if he escapes, he will run away.

I stared nervously in the direction they were, mentally assessing the odds of both sides. Although the current situation is still unclear, Augustine should be better in any way.

I couldn't help but wonder how good it would have been that Augustine had beaten Tyrion to death.

Gradually, the dust cleared and the top began to become quiet. After a while, there was no movement. I guess Tyrion must have been defeated, or he wouldn't have allowed us to go that far without chasing.

Thinking of this, my tense nerves finally had a chance to stretch, and my stiff muscles began to relax. I felt that my suddenly relaxed nerves seemed to be unable to support my tired body, and as soon as my eyes went black, my body softened, and then I didn't know anything.

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