"Ho!"

Nar got up angrily, rushed towards Wu Wenxu and raised its blunt fangs like a white beard, the little guy's sudden roar actually roared out a substantial invisible sound wave, Wu Wenxu was caught off guard, and was roared by it solidly, and rolled several times like acrobatics in the snow, so he was embarrassed. （.. Starters)

"I'll wipe it, the gentleman doesn't move his mouth!"

Wu Wenxu got up from the snow with a disgraced face, and his gaze at the little thing was even more fearful.

Who would have thought that this cute and stupid, harmless guy to humans and animals could cast the terrifying magic of the thirteenth-order super magic guide!

"I think I can give the dragon egg to Nal."

Ahri pinched Nal's round and soft little face dotingly, and the little ancestor suddenly lowered his fangs, soft and honest, Ahri poked Nar's nose with his fingers, and said lightly: "How can you hit people at every turn, he is also a friend of Rengar." ”

"Huh?"

Hearing that Reyngil, the little ancestor came to the spirit, it broke free and slipped to Wu Wenxu's side, sniffed fiercely twice, and suddenly, it was like discovering the doubts of the new continent to Wu Wenxu's chest, and pulled out a white object faster than the speed of a monkey's escaping hand, which was the white fangs that Reengier handed over to Wu Wenxu.

"Er, Tooth, Friend, Egg!"

I don't know why, seeing the white fangs hanging on Wu Wenxu's neck, the little ancestor's arrogant attitude changed one hundred and eighty degrees, it jumped on its feet, pointed to the fangs for a while, and pointed to the dragon egg for a while, dancing to explain something, so that the cute little face was slightly red.

Ahri took Nar back into his arms and said to Wu Wenxu: "Its best friend is Rengier, Rengir gave you the fangs of his body, and he naturally regards you as a close friend." ”

"Uh-huh!"

The little ancestor drooped his ears and nodded thoughtfully.

"The yodelers are an interactive race, they are close to nature, they love to take care of animals, and they should do no harm in entrusting dragon eggs to them for safekeeping."

Listening to Ahri's sweet and glutinous soft spit, Wu Wenxu thought about it and decided not to worry about the dragon eggs anymore.

The little ancestor happily took the dragon egg from the lord's hand, cheered, and hugged and kissed the dragon egg. [.. There are almost all the books I want to read.,It's a lot more stable than the general station.,It's faster than the update.,There's no ads in the whole text.。 ]

Its size is only twice as large as the dragon egg, and after hugging the dragon egg, Wu Wenxu can't even see its cute little face, seeing Nar's elated appearance, Wu Wenxu couldn't help but shrug his shoulders, but slapped Ahri's ass silently.

"It's time for us to go." Wu Wenxu said solemnly.

Ahri's plump buttocks were attacked, her beauty was delicate, and a pair of black eyes were full of autumn water staring at the lord, not Wu Wenxu's soul elegy, I'm afraid I can't resist the temptation, and I will correct Ahri on the spot!

Ahri threw a wink at Wu Wenxu, she leaned over and patted Nal's head and said, "Lost Fang, don't go to the 'Dead Realm', we will rescue Rengill later and return to the League of Legends immediately." ”

Nar rolled the dragon egg and fell on all fours and ate, it got up from the snow in annoyance, its eyes wandered from Ahri and Wu Wenxu for a few seconds, it stretched out its claws, hugged the dragon egg again, and nodded heavily.

Since the last concern before entering the 'Death Realm', the bloodline of the Rainbow Dragon King Akmund has been guaranteed, and Wu Wenxu and the others naturally will not waste time to stay any longer.

Looking at the 'Dead Realm' for thirty miles, the dark clouds are rolling, and the magic power surging in the wind is becoming more and more amazing, I'm afraid that the duel around the 'Dead Realm' has entered the white-hot stage, right?

"Ahem......"

The snow-white lion was covered in blood, supporting one knee, as if in pain, his only remaining eye barely opened, and the bloody tear from his left shoulder made his vital blood filled with oozing dark green, highly poisonous, so that his strong bones began to corrode, blood could not be regenerated, and the void venom flowed all over his body along the bone marrow meridians of Rengir, crumbling.

"The hunt isn't over yet, Kazik."

The hunting knife missing seven or eight tiny blades plunged into the frozen soil, and the claws of the Raingir beast grasped the hilt, and the arms stretched out straight, and the bright red and green blood swayed along the blade, and then rolled into the cracks of the frozen soil, as if the heavens had cast an endless curse on this desperate land, and the corrosive surroundings were shocking.

"Rengir."

The same difficult and weak words, the one-eyed that Rengar has never been able to look at, the purple figure that has been locked on, it spreads its wings in an uproar.

Not a strong cold wind, stirring and flipping, it was a pair of wings as thin as cicada wings exquisite and superb, when it was spread, it was sprinkled with fine brittles, the pair of wings one was missing most of it, full of traces of teeth gnawing, and the other was full of holes, how could there be the beauty of the original half of the silk?

The Void Marauder Kazik hoped to spread his wings and deliver the final fatal blow to his mortal enemy, but it was so badly damaged that the terrifying crack in its neck made its head hang uncontrollably, and the neck that had been frantically torn by Rengir exposed dark purple bones, and countless fluids that resembled blood and nothingness, but were absolutely thick.

The bone-chilling wind arrogantly hit the two of them, and the wind set off blood and blew heavy snow, making the cold world full of sorrow.

The final showdown, the most critical and deadly showdown.

Now, both of them have reached the point where the oil lamp is exhausted, they hate each other to the bone, but neither of them moved, they stared at each other quietly, the hatred burning in their eyes was gradually replaced by a kind of sloppy brilliance, which was quickly torn apart by anger, and the two kinds of brilliance cycled alternately, infinitely tormented.

They really wanted to slash each other, but the remaining physical strength of the two of them, and the physical strength that they could maintain, was only enough to stare at such hatred, after all, they were both battle-hardened hunters, and they knew that when they reached such a field, they could only rest until death.

"Kazik, today, you must die before me."

Rengar smiled happily, his hands and feet were cold, his blood was disappearing, he was about to go away with the cold wind, but his heart was full of calm!

Even...... A hint of irrepressible joy.

The poison penetrates deep into the bone marrow meridians, and it is not long before he dies, and Rengir knows very well that unless Soraka comes, there is a glimmer of life to cure himself.

However, the son of the stars, Soraka, is assisting Master Yi in his quest for the tyrant, how can he cross half a continent and descend to the 'Dead Realm'?

"Click, click!"

The Void Marauder Kazik gathered his wings and fell heavily into the snow as if he were under negative pressure on a hundred thousand mountains.

Its head collapsed into the snow, and the liquid flowing from its neck quickly melted the thick snow, and it seemed to laugh as it chewed on the snow water that had melted into its own blood, and it seemed to laugh.

Void Marauder Kazik, what a proud and powerful being!

It is an obscure low-level creature in the Void Realm, accidentally touched the Void Rift, and was swept into the Valoran Continent, it devoured, evolved, devoured, and evolved again in the body of a larvae! After a few years, that is, the land of runes, the technology overwhelmed the alliance, and then slay the demon guide, eat the dragon, and even with his own body, it took two months to break the taboo 'death realm' of the land of runes!

It's a pity, it's a pity......

thought he was cautious and avoided the eyes of the War College, but in the end, he made someone else's wedding dress after all.

It's Kazik, how can it be willing.

Kazikesen's gaze was once again focused on Rengill's body.

The source of the smile that made his heart stir was the poodle that was still breathing. Hehe, if it is my biggest regret to not be able to eat the existence in the 'Dead World', then being able to see Rengill die in the cold wind in humiliation with my own eyes can be regarded as the imperfection of life, and it is a perfect end to scratching.

"You will, die before me."

It chewed on its tiny teeth, bitter and relieved.

"No, I have more blood than you."

Reyngill closed his eyes a few more points, revealing a cold gaze and added: "After that battle, I asked Sinjid to inject highly toxic antibodies into my body, so I can support at least half a quarter of an hour, what about you?" ”

Rengill didn't care that his words would pull at the wound and cause the pain to speed up, he loved to see Kazik in such a dying and desperate way.

"Click, click."

Kazik licked the blood and said with a smile: "Half an hour? You can, and so can I. ”

"Kazik."

Reyngil's hearty laughter suddenly fell silent as the cold wind subsided.

For a great hunter, it is a matter of course to hunt the old enemy of the Runeterra, the creatures of the Void Realm, and he, Rengir, was able to erect such a powerful rival in his short life that he adhered to his faith and fought with it until the last moment of his life, and Rengir had no regrets in his heart and was in awe of it.

"I'm still a little unwilling."

The madness in Kazik's blood pupils was replaced by a burst of loneliness.

"Where are you unwilling?" Wren Gil asked, spitting on blood and grinning.

Kazik shook his head, his head, which hung from the massive scars, nearly broke away and rolled into the snow.

"It's too enjoyable, so I'm not reconciled."

"Do you mean you want to fight with Lao Tzu again?"

Reyngill struggled to support his hunting knife's hands, and trembled violently like a tidal wave.

"Click."

"If you don't fight to the end, of course it's not happy."

Kazik scrambled to his feet with his head held high, and the pair of torn wings made it steady its almost fallen body, and it raised its claws, and the cracked scythe blade once again oozed crystal blood.

The strength is exhausted, but there is still blood.

If you have blood, you can burn mana!

Rengill stretched out his arms and drew his knife suddenly, his blood-drenched body was actually surrounded by boiling white light, only to hear his heroic laughter: "The battle spirit will never stop!" ”