The cold wind chased the cold blue flag, and the sky became darker and darker, and those whimpering cries were like the howls of evil spirits.

Zanu was lying on the huge bed, looking quite drunk.

The bed beneath him, because of his exaggerated fat, collapsed unsupportively, and the trembling pieces of flesh flowed like a spectacular waterfall in all directions, and you couldn't even see his face clearly, only two points of exquisite joy in the rolling flesh.

"I can't believe that waste can be seized with such a superb weapon."

Zanu held a sword in his hand, a slender dark sword that was so dark that it swallowed all the light, and there was no brightness except for the darkness!

Zanu's maniacal laughter rang out from the tent.

"Hahahaha! Thirteenth-order magic weapon, thirteenth-order magic weapon! With this sword, even a filthy Trandel would be enough for me to fight him! ”

The trembling fat was almost boiling.

Like a ghostly slender black sword, I don't know whether it has absorbed the relationship of magic power, and a layer of subtle and invisible mist-like white light emerged on the sword body, those lights are ethereal, but they have the meaning of death, and even the temperature in the air has dropped suddenly.

"Wow."

The ghostly sword was slammed into the scabbard by Zanu.

This simple action made Zanu pant and collapsed, and his body was covered with cold sweat particles, and after a while, he looked out of the tent, blinked his eyes vigorously, and suddenly an irresistible thought surged in his heart.

The huge bed made an overwhelming noise.

Zanu's eyes were empty, and he walked out the door in despair.

It was hard to imagine how this imposing pool of fat could move, and his arms were straight and drawn by the rapier, which frightened his subordinates.

The two guards in front of the door walked up to Zanu in horror, shook his arm vigorously and said, "Lord Zanu, what's wrong with you?" ”

"Get out of here!"

The pile of rolling fat twisted his head dozens of kilograms, and unexpectedly let out a furious roar of the gong pot.

"Lord Zanu spare your life, Lord Zanu spare your life!"

The two guards who stood in the way were pinched out of thin air by Zanu under the horrified gaze of the crowd, their lips were already purple, and their eyes were so violent that they were struggling to kick their legs.

However, the dying act was as weak as a chick pecking at Zanu's terrifying strength, leaving only deep despair.

"Click!"

The sound of the almost shattered bones crushing made the other guards who were ready to stop them terrified, they didn't understand what medicine Lord Zanu had taken wrong today, he was certainly cruel on weekdays, but he was not tyrannical enough to crush the necks of two attendants in broad daylight, and he was still his two most trusted cronies.

"Lord, Lord, my master......"

The fat flesh moved slowly, his mouth constantly making indistinct sounds, the only eye he could see carefully was the whites of his eyes, and the ground appeared in a wide line as he moved.

The meat-shaped tank came to a halt under an iron cage with slaves hanging high above the crowd's stunned gaze.

"My host ......"

In his mouth, a rich white breath welled up.

"You bunch of waste, don't put your master down!"

The defender was completely stunned, and he stammered, "Your Excellency, please wake up, the slaves are the sacrifices of General Trandel to the Supreme Being." ”

"Look for death!"

"Ahh

The defender covered his stomach in pain, a huge blood hole appeared in his stomach, and his intestines were shattered into powder by the magic power.

It's useless, Lord Zanu has lost his mind, and it seems that he can only wait for General Trandel to arrive and deal with this stupid fat pig with his own hands.

"My master, you're tired."

Zanu trembled and shook the rocker and shook the cage himself.

The troll leader couldn't help but frown secretly as he looked at the people inside the iron cage.

The guys in the cage weren't the two travelers who were captured alive by themselves today?

"Master."

The fat round knelt at the feet of the fluffy brown-haired man, bowing his head and raising his sword, looking humble and respectful.

"There is no cure for stupidity."

Yasuo took the long sword in his hand and dusted himself off the sweat particles on the scabbard with an indifferent expression.

"Actually, you shouldn't."

The lord is a girl with an incredible face like a soy sauce bottle, and she is quite helpless.

"I don't want to wait any longer, because this pile of fat will only defile the blade of my sword."

The lord of the dignified camp, the famous tenth-order demon master Zanu, actually knelt down in front of a few mortals who did not have a trace of magic on their bodies, this style of painting was really weird.

If it weren't for the fear of Zanu, who had lost his mind, those soldiers who were hiding in the shadows would have rushed up and beheaded Wu Wenxu and the others into chaos.

This is the Rin Eastern Clan, how can you let a mere waste defile this sacred territory!

However, after all, they could only bury their anger in the bottom of their hearts, because Zanu, a tenth-order demon master, could raise his hand and let them turn into ashes, joking, compared to honor, compared to life, who would care about that poor honor?

Yasuo retrieved his wine bag in full view of everyone, and immediately walked into the main camp with Zanu satisfied.

The girl next to the lord was already stunned by the picture in front of her, what is the concept of a tenth-order magister? That was a legendary existence for them, but a tenth-order demon master was kneeling at his feet now, what kind of divine were the two of them!

Wu Wenxu glanced at the sky outside the tent and couldn't help but say, "How long will the sacrifice start?"

"The sacrifice is about to begin."

Zanu was full of greed, and subconsciously licked his lips and said: "At most, in half an hour, the filthy Trandel will accompany the Supreme Soul Master to arrive, and when the time comes, you will see the scene of the feast of a thousand souls, hehehe, the painful expressions of those humble slaves before they die, will definitely make you satisfied." ”

"Trandel?"

Yasuo rubbed his beloved magic sword, a mocking smile on his lips.

"Who is Trandel?" Wu Wenxu asked.

"That guy......"

Yasuo said lazily: "That guy is known as the cursed troll, he used to be quite handsome in the troll clan, but then he was cursed by the evil mage and his mind was also distorted, and he killed the leader and became the master of the new generation of trolls. ”

"When I was still in the League of Legends, I met him a few times, and he was more vulnerable, I don't know how my practice is today, two years ago I went to the throat of the North Continent, Trandel has disappeared from the alliance, I didn't expect to come to the North Country, and formed an alliance with Sejuani."

Wind Sword Hero Yasuo, it is estimated that he will only be full of enthusiasm and patience when communicating with the lord.

Yasuo spoke, and the slender magic sword was suddenly placed in front of Zanu's neck: "Who is the Supreme you are talking about?" ”

"Solstice ......"

"Boom!"

A loud thunderclap suddenly appeared in the sky, and the girl screamed, and the sudden, indescribable magic of extreme cold caused all the utensils in the tent to shake violently, and the surface quickly condensed into fine frost.

Wu Wenxu lifted the tent, his pupils contracted slightly.

The sky was raging, and he saw several deep blue cracks spreading like cobwebs in the sky two feet above, like a shattered mirror, revealing a deeper blue.

The icy crack continued to swallow out a terrible cold air, causing the air in the entire camp to drop by dozens of degrees, and in an instant, a huge furry palm stretched out from the crack, which grabbed the edge of the crack and jumped out with all its might.

Wu Wenxu had never seen such an ugly face.