"Subverting the City of Faith?"

Jodi Maple Messey eagerly rubbed his thirsty scimitar, a Hex Demon Drinker forged by Xiao Ai and mixed with the source of pure runes, which was so powerful that it could slice through the muscles of even the thickest cannibals in the ice fields!

Frost Dragon Grande felt a roaring lightning bolt next to his ears, causing his fat lips to move violently, like a butterfly spreading its wings at a high frequency, and the fat man trembled with his fat flesh as white as paper: "Lord Lord, you must not go to the City of Faith!" It is a well-deserved city of death, and in that city, if you show the slightest hint of horse's feet, you will be punished with the most brutal death penalty as a spy! ”

The exhortation of the ninth-level great magician was just a cold snort that made Raven disdainful.

"The city of faith is not as terrible as you think, I have been in and out no less than seven or eight times, and then again, that city is indeed not suitable for a waste like you to enter, a fat man who is afraid of death."

Grande closed his mouth with an ugly face, and was squirted by the eleventh-order super powerhouse, and the fat man chose to wait and see the changes, after all, the decision was in the hands of the lord, and he believed that the lord would definitely make the right judgment.

"Don't even make any noise."

Wu Wenxu elegantly and skillfully cut the medium-rare beef into his mouth, and the beef slices poured with the delicious ice crab sauce were tender and abnormal, lingering between his lips and teeth, bringing a very unforgettable scenery to the tongue.

Pretending to wipe the ice crab sauce from the corners of his lips with the white towel in front of his neck, Wu Wenxu smiled: "The mission is like a journey, when you really devote yourself to it and cherish the scenery between your fingers, you will find that it is far less terrible than you imagined, on the contrary, it will make you forget to return." ”

"The forger of the thousand-year-old dynasty, the most quintessential belief of the Ice Descendant, I really want to see it, Lao Ge, you have no objection, right?"

Grant glanced at Wu Wenxu deeply and bowed his head humbly.

Treating the mission of nine deaths as a trip worth enjoying, Grande felt deep admiration in his soul, how calm and calm this man should be!

"In the two months since I left, the affairs of Bitmund have been left to Rommel Linglong, and you will be absolutely obedient to him, the Thirteen White Knights will still be responsible for quelling the disobedient forces on the border, Goku and Nunu will be responsible for guarding Bitmunde, and the Great Explorer and Joti will go with me to the City of Faith."

"Shh......h

Wu Wenxu's orders have never been questionable.

The Thirteen White Knights and the others sighed for a long time, glaring with envy at Feng Luo Misai, who was triumphant, but forced back a smile but distorted his face, this guy who was scared really wanted to pull off his purple beard!

"It's time to put on a show of real technology."

Ezreal held up his left hand, which was wearing a yellow steel glove, exploration and curiosity were his favorites, and he was able to see the thousand-year-old heritage of the Ice Descendants with his own eyes, and he had a fatal allure for the eyes of great explorers.

Banishing Blade raised an eyebrow silently.

She did not veto Wu Wenxu's choice, because his decision was completely in line with her own wishes, the purple-bearded man was thoughtful, and the cultivation of the sixth-level magic warrior was on par with Wu Wenxu, and the great explorer Ezreal was the best candidate for this operation.

Maybe it's a good move?

……

Curse the Iceborn Frontier, the Troll Battlefield.

"Haha, hahahahaha!"

Bosidon's ears were filled with gasping and rapid and high-pitched laughter, which made him creepy, and the bear-titled Posheton clenched his fists tightly, his eyes widened in fear, because the leader of the troll tribe who had been wielding a giant stick in the previous second, trying to smash his own head, had a dagger stuck in his heart.

A swarthy green blade oozing with pungent venom.

"Ahh Who is it, who is sneaking up on Lao Tzu! ”

Attacked for a moment, the troll leader rolled wildly in pain, the ground was crushed by his heavy body and a lot of snow, he covered his heart furiously, and grabbed the dagger hard.

A terrible scene appeared, his rough and thick big hand, only two feet in front of the dagger, the troll's throat actually let out an earth-shattering howl, the troll jumped like thunder, the pain made his eyes completely scarlet, and the dark green poisonous gas oozing out of his heart actually corroded half of his palm!

The miserable half of the hand still poked into the heart inexplicably, and the exposed bones were blown away by the cold wind, revealing a clearly visible whiteness.

"Poof!"

A stream of dirty blood splashed all over Boston's face, and when he opened his eyes again, the troll's pupils were gradually out of focus, his thighs twitched from time to time, and half of his palm was still thrust into his heart, and he died in an instant.

Bosidon just stood in place at a loss, not daring to touch the stinking blood on his face, in fact, such an indescribable fear even made Bosidon frightened, and wiped out the troll leader comparable to level seven with one move, and the assassin himself did not even see a shadow.

"How about a magic trick?"

Bosheton's huge bear eyes froze, like the blood in his heart that was gradually clotting.

He saw a man, a very strange person.

"Come closer."

The strange man's eyes are glowing green, he has a thin figure that is different from ordinary people, and a sharp and thin face, which is paler than smeared ****, or is he doing it on purpose?

Two twisted horns, one black and one red, climbed downward, forming him a symmetrical and comical blouse, one black and one red, and six bronze awls filled the bifurcated ends of the swallowtail, making joyous noises as he crouched on his stomach on the troll's corpse.

The man squirmed on the corpse like a maggot, his movements were indescribably disgusting, at least Posheton felt his stomach rolling, and in a few seconds the rusks he had eaten in the morning would be spat out.

Thankfully, the man straightened up.

He flipped his body in mid-air with ease and agility, grasping the two dead chains that rippled up from his wrists, swinging like a swing, and kicking his thin thighs under his fluffy red and black plaid pants in mid-air, and when Boston blinked again, the ghostly man had disappeared into thin air, and not even half of his hair remained.

Bosheton's eyes were glazed, like a sculpture standing in place, even now, the blood coagulated in his veins had not relaxed, and all that remained for him was a fear that penetrated deep into his bone marrow.

"Brush!"

Boston's dull eyes blinked, and then he swallowed hard.

The bear didn't know when he had pressed a silver-white dagger against his throat, and under the dagger that had been spewing a faint cold air that had penetrated into his thick bear hair, Bosidon's hands and feet were numb, and his eyes began to turn black.

"Did you see any strange people just now?"

The indifferent words behind him, without a trace of emotion, seemed to be spit out from the extreme ice, and they were stiffer than stones.

"I saw a madman with black and red horns on his head and a high-pitched voice."

Bosheton didn't dare to hide it, because this deadly dagger was slowly covering his thick hair, and even, a cold stinging pain had already poured into his brain along the veins!

"Crazy, I like that word."

The man let go of Bositon's throat like a chicken waiting to be slaughtered.

Bosheton heard the sound of the cloak shaking in the cold wind, a very slight vibration, not even the sound of footsteps, the feeling of oppression like a mountain behind him disappeared, and the fierce killing machine floated into the almost suffocating gasp of Bosheton, and Bosidon knelt on the ground panting like a cow.

"Cursed Iceborn, what happened?"

Those two unfathomable strange people, their magic power is clearly no less than the cultivation of the tenth-order Great Magister! There won't be such a powerful existence at the edge of the ice field, and the only thing that can be explained is that those two guys are from outside the ice field and are characters from an unknown continent!

It must be reported to the lords, they are much more powerful than the ordinary tenth order.

Bosidon took a deep breath and decided to end the encirclement and suppression of the troll tribe ahead of schedule, allowing the two terrifying Tenth Orders to roam the border of the ice plain, which was too threatening for the lord.

"Bearman?"

A majestic voice suddenly reached Bosidon's ears, and it carried the vicissitudes of time, the thick snow was heavily sunken, and Bosidon's eyes immediately reflected a burly gray-haired lion with a slender blindfold.

Bosheton's body froze fiercely, and the soles of his feet that were about to move were hanging in the air in embarrassment, and fine snow was still sticking to the thick bear hair, and under the dark armor of the gray-haired lion, there was indescribable pure harmony.

"Bear people, really strong prey."

The lion-shaped strange man gently pinched Bosidon's arm twice, the fire-green eyes eagerly stared at his gradually erecting needle-like hair, his iron-colored nails began to sink into Bositon's skin, and the two deadly spikes on his left palm, like a praying mantis's scythe, seemed to echo the movements of his master, like a predatory hunter touching and elongating, stabbing at Boston's majestic muscles.

"Ahh Sorry, I forgot my mission all the way. ”

The lion monster retracted his hand, and the light armor as black as ink instantly collided with a thrilling sound that made Bosidon feel terrible, only to see the lion monster show a kind smile, and he patted Bosidon on the head like a doting child.

"I'm here to find a guy named Wu Wenxu, you are a resident of the Cursed Ice Field, have you heard rumors about him?"

"Are you, from League of Legends?" Bosidon looked up hesitantly and asked cautiously.

"I didn't expect you to hear of League of Legends too."

The lion monster loves this bear man in a jacket very much, his vitality and wildness, always let himself recall himself when he was young, with a long-lost sense of intimacy, he said kindly: "I am a hunter, bear man, if you know the news of Wu Wenxu, please take me to find him, because he needs my strength." ”

"My name is Pride Stalker Rengar."

Half an hour after Rengar put his arm around the Icefield Hunter's shoulders and made his way to Bitmund.

Cursed the ice field, and an agile figure as black as eternal night descended.

She seemed to melt into the night, coming from the darkness, the rough braids made her look eclectic, but also with a rough wildness, carrying a huge bull horn cross longbow, she quietly stared at the endless cursed ice field, smiled indifferently, and adjusted the ruby forged night vision goggles to a comfortable position.

"Let's hunt down those who are caught in the dark."

(End of chapter)