The python-like viper was cut off with a sword, and the three demon dogs let out a roar, and the three vicious dog heads twisted around at the same time, tearing at McGonagall.

McGonagall sideways avoided a dog's head, jumped up, stomped the middle dog's head into the ground, suddenly raised her body, avoided the dog's head biting from the side, rolled over and landed on the dog's back, and stabbed the spine of the three-headed Cerberus with a backhand.

The huge three-headed demon dog let out a miserable scream and fell to the ground with a bang, whimpering a few times, and completely silent.

McGonagall landed lightly, her blood-stained sword falling downward, nailing the viper that was still trying to sneak up on him to the ground, and shook her head a little boredly as she glanced at the deadly three-headed demon dog.

The growth of knights' strength is based on the improvement of speed and strength obtained through cultivation, as well as the combat skills mastered by relying on the comprehension of battle.

Powerful knights generally possess powerful and brilliant combat skills, such as the Flame Dividing Wave Ruler and the Fighting Horse (this cross-out /)......

But McGonagall was special, and Alex's skills weren't flashy, and he even sometimes wondered if they could be called them.

There are no loud skill names, and there are no flashy special effects.

Some are the simplest and most effective swords that increase the strength and speed of the body to the extreme.

Just like the sword he killed the three-headed demon dog just now, an ordinary sword, even a first-level knight can make the same move.

A demonic beast of the same level, he almost didn't waste a trace of strength and killed him in the simplest way.

That's how he fights.

"Father is getting more and more powerful, such a terrible big dog, he was killed at once." Amy clapped her little hands and shouted, in the past, they were chased by big pigs when they went out, but now my father can easily deal with them.

Irina also showed a smile on her face, the familiar way of fighting, the seemingly simple sword, whether it was the grasp of the timing or the search for the fatal point, he was still the most powerful knight.

"Come down." McGonagall beckoned to the mobile dining room, which quickly descended, stopping three meters above the ground, the spiral staircase slowly lowered, and Irina took Amy's small hand and walked down.

"Be careful, there may be poisonous insects here." McGonagall reminded as she walked towards the shattered stone statue in the center of the crater, covered in a black mist.

Judging from the fragments, the stone statue should be about three meters tall, and the head that fell to the side was still intact, a skull, with two red stones inlaid in the sunken eye sockets, still emitting a faint light.

"What the hell is this?" McGonagall stepped forward and stood three meters away, crouching down to examine the skull.

The skull is a little rough carved, but it looks very old, it should have existed for a long time, and there are some earthworm-like characters carved on the side of the face, which looks very different from the continental lingua franca.

McGonagall stared at the words seriously, the stone statue's eyes suddenly flashed red, and McGonagall only felt as if her spirit was being swept into a whirlpool, and with a dizzy feeling, he came to a huge black stone temple.

The stone hall is more than ten meters high, made of black boulders, the walls are lit with dark green flames, and in the center of the empty hall is only McGonagall standing, which is extremely small.

And at the end of the main hall there was a huge stone chair, a tall skeleton man, wearing a black cloak sitting in the stone chair, scarlet eyes looked at McGonagall, and a deep voice sounded: "Young man, do you crave power?" ”

"System, someone here is stealing your lines." McGonagall pursed her lips and looked at the skeleton man sitting in the chair, could this be the legendary Bone King?

This skeleton looks very similar to the previous stone statue, and he was dragged into this mysterious space for no reason while observing the mysterious characters on the stone statue's head, it seems that this should be the mysterious person behind the black fog.

What a straightforward opening statement.

If he had just crossed over and came to this mysterious space, maybe his brain would have been hot and he would have gone, maybe it would be another brutal reincarnation story.

Seeing that McGonagall didn't answer, the skeleton's eyes flashed red, and scenes began to appear in McGonagall's mind......

On the northern snowfield, a group of brutal snow wolves frantically chased the nomads, the horses could not get rid of the pursuit of the snow wolves, one by one the clansmen were pounced, and then the snow wolves were fed up, this bloody chase, in the end only a little boy escaped, his horse hung a sword, McGonagall recognized, it was the Tiandu sword.

"This is what happened to Alex when he was a kid." McGonagall looked thoughtfully at the boy facing north, kneeling in the snow and crying bitterly.

Then the picture turned, in the north of the Los Empire, a group of imperial cavalry fell into the encirclement of several times the orcs, as the leader of the cavalry, although Alex was one to ten, but he could only watch his men and brothers die in the siege, more than a hundred cavalry, and finally only six people rushed out of the encirclement.

The picture turns again, pouring rain, Alex, wearing a suit of armor and wearing a general's waist tag, carrying an infant baby behind him, caught in a heavy surrounding, powerful magic shrouded the sky, hundreds of heavy cavalry charged him, the demon was laughing, and the elven archer's arrows were aimed at the child behind him......

After a big battle, Alex, who was lying in a pool of blood, opened his eyes and watched as the guys smirked and broke his tendons and tendons, and injected curse magic into his body, kicking the infant child dozens of meters away and flying away.

Looking at the figure crawling towards the swaddling baby in the rainy night, McGonagall slowly clenched her fists.

Yes, at this time, the most desired thing is power.

"Young man, do you crave power?"

A seductive voice rang in McGonagall's ears again.

"Accept my deal, become my servant, and you will become the strongest in this world, and kill these guys easily."

The voice continued to speak seductively, as if it sounded directly in McGonagall's head.

"Who can withstand this routine." McGonagall raised her eyebrows slightly, if he had just seen the images from a third-person perspective, at this time, he might have nodded in agreement at all costs.

But he wasn't Alex after all, and although he was a little angry in his heart, he didn't lose his mind.

So he opened his eyes, looked at the skeleton man sitting in the chair, smiled and shook his head, and said, "No, I crave to cook." ”

The skeleton-man's red eyes flickered visibly, as if he was somewhat surprised by McGonagall's answer.

"Who the hell are you? What is the purpose of spreading this black fog? McGonagall asked, squinting slightly at the skeleton.