"One, two, three......"

The sound of Joti Maple's messey boots slamming on the ground, blood splattering terrified the trolls who covered their heads and threw away their clubs, and they squeezed even tighter, not daring to look into the man's murderous eyes.

After a while, the voice of Emperor Yoo came from the battlefield strewn with corpses: "Lord, there are still sixty of them that can fight in the future, will they be slaughtered together?" ”

The so-called combat effectiveness naturally refers to trolls with complete limbs and no major disabilities and traumas, and the iron-blooded and indifferent voice of the Maple Luo Messiah makes the trolls shudder, and many trolls cry and wail, and their ugly heads are planted in the snow, frantically begging for mercy.

When the trolls trembled and begged for mercy, Nareli's soft and melodious voice also pierced through the smell of blood, and came from afar: "Our lizardman warriors still have three hundred and ten surviving people, of which fifty-five are seriously injured and more than a hundred are lightly injured, lordship, what should we do with the seriously injured lizardmen?" ”

Nareli's meaning is very clear and cruel, these guys with broken arms or thighs will only become a burden if they stay in the territory, it is better to kill them, and save them the rest of their lives.

The majestic, powerful lord sat on the belly of the boner Nar, who was the most terrifying presence in the realm, and the deep and strange eyes, like the sharp demonic gaze, for a moment, the wails of the lizardmen and the kowtowing of the trolls became louder.

Lord Diablo smiled a little, shallow and unpredictable, as he looked at the troll and glanced at the lizardman before he uttered a word that made Jodi and Nareli stiffen suddenly.

"Trolls who can't fight, let the lizardmen dispose of them, and as for how to deal with them, it's up to them."

Four paragraphs, straight to the troll who was screaming because of serious injuries fainted.

"Seriously wounded lizardmen, put them in tents, they are all great warriors, for the sake of the master of the blood, desperate for their lives, should be given the highest glory!"

The lord's words seemed to have magical powers, making the territory silent and silent.

In the quiet cold wind, countless lizardmen lowered their heads, trying not to let tears come out of their eyes, at this time, they had even thought about cutting themselves off, and they could only drag the lord back if they couldn't fight and were lowly, but the lord he ......

The lizards secretly wiped away their tears, and the sudden warmth almost suffocated them, and the adults who came to join the lord decided to be really right, this is dignity and respect!

Lord Wu Wenxu is a truly amazing lord.

As for dealing with trolls......

There was a tremor from the scales and air, followed by the sound of many supporting footsteps, more than thirty dying or badly injured trolls, and in a short time, surrounded by hundreds of lizardmen.

We lizardmen, we used to be your food, a lowly species in your eyes, and we have been crushed as playthings, killing when we want, eating when we want, but now, what about you now!

Countless pairs of red eyes quietly lit up, broken ice picks and sharp blades were dangled and thrown on the snow, and the lizardmen raised their claws, and bared their not sharp teeth, bloody and bloody!

The bright red handkerchief wiped away the hot sweat from Wu Wenxu's forehead, and Nareli and Jane turned pale and covered the ears of the lord, they didn't dare to look at the source of the sound of flesh tearing, they couldn't imagine how the trolls were abused, that kind of terrible scream, beyond any kind of pain.

The bloody murder caused by the anger of more than a thousand years has caused the cruel and famous trolls to vomit one after another, and the trolls have been stunned by a pair of dull eyes, and for some reason, black clouds and thunder have been seen in those once lowly lizardmen.

The black clouds that are about to overwhelm the city, the rolling and whistling thunder.

In the midst of the Wind and Thunder Meeting, the heavens of the Cursed Land are changing, and the trolls are vaguely aware that a great nation is about to rise!

"You seem to be having a good time."

A dry, hoarse voice, with an obscure fluctuation of magic, appeared in my ears like a ghost, and an unusual silence swept across the sky, gray clouds condensed, and the whole earth was as dead and silent as a pool of water.

The territory has been frozen by magic!

Unable to move.

Wu Wenxu's eyes slowly froze, and his heart, which was still surging with passion a moment ago, stopped in an instant, if the gray time and space were relaxed, he could definitely hear the sound of Wu Wenxu's heart about to break through his chest.

Because the owner of this voice ...... It's him!

The guy who sealed his forbidden spell and hated it.

The ground was lit with faint ripples, his feet were suspended, and the mysterious man in the purple robe quietly appeared behind Wu Wenxu, when he came, the world was crowding out this terrifying man, he distorted the space, controlled everything, and the magic that transcended the rules made him terrifying!

The thousand-year-old vicissitudes of life poured out across the snow and the sky, and he cherished his words like gold: "Soon, soon there will be heroes to help you dominate the ice field, you only have one month, I need you to destroy Bitmund." ”

"If you fail, you and your people will disappear from Valoran, I promise."

The space that squeezed the man relaxed, like a building block collapsing, and after he finished saying this, the gray dome swelled, and the lively celebration resounded in the territory again, as if it was just an auditory hallucination and a dream.

Wu Wenxu's eyes were gloomy, he clenched his fists in sweat, and knelt on the ground like collapse, his heart beating strongly.

Let me destroy Bitmund in a month? Got a hero to help me?

Wu Wenxu shook his head violently, but it was chaotic.

Now it can be determined that this mysterious figure should be the top existence of the War College, the magic that travels through time and space, overrides the rules, and in front of him, he can't resist at all.

The War College is not going to want itself anymore, but to help? The trepidation was exciting, as if I had stripped naked and soaked in the ice.

In a short time, the thirty or so poor trolls completely disappeared from the cursed ice field, not a single body hair was left, and even the blood-soaked snow was swallowed into the belly of the lizardman who vented his humiliation, but Wu Wenxu had no time to care about this creepy scene.

Wu Wenxu had never smoked, he sat on the corpse of the boning deboner Nar, and suddenly felt the urge to smoke a cigarette, which paralyzed his heart and watched the smoke ring become a doughnut and float quietly.

This impulse comes from contemplation of the future, very tired, very tired, Wu Wenxu suddenly pressed his temples hard, and as his eyelids closed heavily, the world was full of darkness.

The helper of the War College, isn't it the super existence of League of Legends? But aside from that, the three hundred trolls almost suffered a devastating blow to their territory, and the thirteen white knights were all injured, even the eighth-order great magician Grande was seriously injured and couldn't wake up, and the lizardmen were even more killed and injured, and what they faced was still unorganized and could only brutally rush the troll clan.

What if it's an Iceborn? What about the clans?

A tenth-order demon master can destroy his own territory!

His dark eyes were full of holy snow, and Wu Wenxu suddenly raised his head resolutely.

If the tenth order can't be defeated, then I, Wu Wenxu, will become the tenth order, if I can't kill my own royal way in the little cursed ice field, how can I compete with Noxus!

"Joti!"

Feng Luo Maisai was originally tidying up the battlefield with the lizardmen, but he was suddenly frightened by Wu Wenxu.

Wu Wenxu picked up Weir's head, and took three or two steps to take the dragon, he was condescending, with the terrifying shape of the dragon, like a god of death overlooking all beings.

"I want a ruin to let everyone around me know Diablo's reputation."

That person will never lie to himself! Since the War College supported himself, Wu Wenxu decided to let go of his hands and feet and make a complete fuss.

"Count a hundred lizardman warriors, let the two trolls lead the way, go to their tribe, now, it's time to burn the war in their territory!"

Perhaps he has the same cell as Wu Wenxu who is keen on destruction, and the sonorous and evil order made Joti Fengluo Maisai instantly hold the hilt of the knife excitedly, yes, it is time for a counter-slaughter, so that thousands of miles around, completely remember our territory, the powerful Lord Diablo!

Through the mouth of the troll who sincerely surrendered, it was learned that there were only more than thirty old, young, sick and disabled trolls left to guard the tribe, although the trolls knelt down and said that they would persuade them to surrender together, but the demon lord's gloomy face made them lose the courage to speak.

Trolls are not a race that pays much attention to honor, they only advocate strength and savagery, and Wu Wenxu, who can be called an executioner, has become the last weight in the hearts of the trolls, and the two trolls are willing to guide Wu Wenxu to destroy their tribe, which is not known whether it is the sorrow of the trolls, or the sorrow of cursing the ice field......

When the head of Veil the Bone Stripper was thrown at the tribe, the trolls bowed down without much effort, and considering that although they were old, young, sick and disabled, Wu Wenxu decided to open the net and let go of these guys who kept kowtowing and begging for mercy.

As for the troll tribe, Wu Wenxu surprisingly didn't dismantle them, in fact, these dirty and smelly, camps made of dry branches and rotten cloth couldn't enter Wu Wenxu's eyes at all, and the fire commanded by the bullet quickly burned the troll tribe to ashes, including the troll spirits they had served for generations, destroying the enemy at the same time, destroying their faith!

Picked up a heavy troll iron rod, I heard that this kind of stick is the inheritance of the troll ancestors, the gray iron rod has changed from thin to thick at the end of its grip, in the tribe that has been reduced to a raging fire, Wu Wenxu inserted an iron rod into the soil, and then let the black head of the bonneer Wille be inserted at the tip, the head of the tribal leader, what does it mean?

The guy who once made hundreds of miles frightened, in the end, became a symbol of Wu Wenxu's conqueror.

In later generations, some historians commented on Wu Wenxu's bloody battle, which was described in eight characters: demonic fire, cold-blooded and ruthless.

In the flames that burned the entire tribe of trolls to ashes with a raised hand, the title of the King of Demons was spread.

In the same way, this destruction made the Lord Diablo famous, and countless lizardmen rushed to Wu Wenxu within a radius of hundreds of miles, until a letter printed with mysterious runes appeared Diablo......

(End of chapter)