What Ai Ruo said, he didn't dare to respond easily. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It is true that he said last night that he would "definitely save you", but this does not mean that he must unconditionally help her do anything, including this kind of suicide with an egg hitting a stone.

"You know, you can't do it with just the two of us."

The gentle words made Ai Ruo fall into silence, although she was stupid, but not stupid, she knew very well that the success rate of what she had to do was almost zero.

"Found it!"

Just when the two of them were silent, a voice suddenly appeared beside them!

"Who!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Wen Wen and Ai Ruo drew their knives at the same time, standing back to back, each vigilant against the wind and grass in front of them.

If you heard it correctly, the voice just now said "found", and from the literal meaning of these three words, it would not be wrong to be a pursuer.

With the rustle of leaves in the wind, two people with white masks suddenly appeared in front of Wen Wen like ghosts in front of the left and right fronts, he was startled, and glanced at the surrounding situation, sure enough, not only the two in front of him, but also two on Ai Ruo's side.

The four men were dressed completely differently from the knights in pitch-black armor last night, they were all tall and short, but the muscles exposed in the air were all very strong, the slashing lines of the axes concealed the power of explosions, and each held a long, cold-lit knife in his hand.

The most important thing is that everyone has the same mask on their face.

White base, blood-red lines.

Seeing this kind of line, gentleness can only think of one person - the master.

In the gentle memory of Dota History, the background of the Domination is very vague, and it is said that no one has ever seen his true face under the mask, and some even believe that he has no face.

As punishment for his blatant rebellion against a corrupt lord, the Juggernaut was exiled from the ancient Isle of Masks, which was destroyed by the waves on a night of vengeful magic, and became the sole inheritor of the etiquette and swordsmanship of the island's ancient ruling traditions.

As the last trailblazer of this tradition, Juggernaut's confidence and courage come from his perseverance, and his ingenious swordsmanship proves that he never ceases to challenge himself, as always, his heart is as incomprehensible as his expression.

For a hero who has twice lost everything, the Juggernaut is forever tireless, and he believes that victory will come.

But he is a member of the Mask-Covered Clan, and that can't be wrong.

And the four people who suddenly appeared in front of him were all wearing masks of the same style as him, although the blood-colored patterns couldn't help but be the same, but at first glance they were the same, and there was no big difference.

The ruins of the shadow inheritance in his memory are still a prosperous shadow inheritance country, and the island of the mask that should be destroyed still exists, mild and a little chaotic, he doesn't know what kind of time he has come to, in this world his only advantage may be his understanding of history and heroic background, but now, it seems that even a little advantage no longer exists.

If the people in front of them are really from the Isle of Masks, it means that the Juggernaut has not been exiled, and the Isle of Veils has not been destroyed.

But knowing this, what can I do, I still can't judge whether the four people in front of me are friends or foes.

"What are you going to do!"

Ai Ruo shouted loudly, and with her voice, a fifth masked man appeared ghostly in front of the two of them.

This man had a temperament that was obviously different from the other four, and sure enough, with his appearance, the other four immediately performed their own unique sword salute respectfully, but the leader ignored them and walked up to Ai Ruo on his own.

Seeing that the people were getting closer and closer, he gently reflexively blocked Ai Ruo behind him, and the saber in his right hand was raised slightly, guarding the opponent's every move.

"Found it!"

The leader of the face covering repeated these three words as if relieved, and as soon as he beckoned, the four of them approached like ghosts, and they didn't have time to react, and they got close in the blink of an eye!

Wen Wen was taken aback, and before the blade could be raised, a strong force suddenly smashed on his wrist, and the saber in his hand suddenly weighed as much as a thousand pounds, and with one of his staggers, the saber fell to the ground.

"Gentle!"

Ai Ruo's exclamation suddenly came from behind, and he looked back gently, but he saw a scene that was about to tear.

As soon as one of the masked tribesmen raised his right hand, he slammed it on the back of Airo's neck, as if the power had been cut off, and Airo's eyes were half-closed, and he fell to the ground weakly.

Gently exerting his whole body, his whole body flicked violently, trying to catch Ai Ruo, but unexpectedly, only a big fist appeared in his field of vision.

A strong man with a height of 1.8 meters was knocked away by a punch from the leading masked clansman.

A sharp pain instantly invaded the gentle nerves like a virus, making him almost breathless, blood spurted out of his nostrils like a flood of floodgates, and the sky and the earth were flipped in sight, and the next second, it hit the ground hard.

The leading masked man slowly walked to Wen Wen's side, looked down at him, the red and white mask seemed so mocking to the gentleness at this moment, Wen Wen gritted his teeth, regardless of the tearing pain of his whole body and the dizziness of his brain, he struggled to roll over and get up, and he was hit the back again.

"Poof!"

With a muffled thud, Wen Wen fell to the ground in embarrassment again.

"Don't ...... Hit him...... Ask for ...... You ......"

The blood-soaked vision was blurry, but the slight cry of Ai Ruo suddenly burst into his mind, and he tried to look back, only to see Ai Ruo, who was carried on the back by one of the masked men, begging in tears and whispering.

Gentle heart like a knife, he roared and wanted to get up again, his body just had a little arc to lift, and he was trampled back to the ground by a heavy foot, his vision was instantly dark, his mouth was sweet, and a mouthful of blood was sprayed far away, spilling a poignant pattern on the ground.

Behind him, the gaze of the leader of the masked clan fell lightly on him, with a deep banter and contempt, as if he were looking at not a man, but an ant that struggled desperately but could not do anything.

"For her sake, spare your life, let me see you again, a dead end!"

Mildly confused, the sharp pain was like a tide, attacking him wave after wave, and his whole body was weak, he could only watch the five masked people take Ai Ruo, and he could only watch the blood slowly soak the small puddle in front of him.

Then, he lost consciousness completely.