"You let go of grandpa, I'll go back with you. "I leaned on my sword and said softly.

"Go back? All those who resist, must die, do you want me to disobey the Queen's orders? Quis looked at me coldly.

"I know that you obey the orders of the Lysandro, but I believe I am an exception. To please the queen of your family, a living Zhou Fan is much more valuable than a dead one. "I'm talking nonsense here, hoping that I can save the patriarch and save my own life. Seeing that Quisi hesitated slightly, I still had to feed it a reassuring pill, "You see that I can't beat you, and I can't even hurt you, what else do you have to worry about?" I know the secret of the heart of Freljord! I poked my head and hooked my finger at him, pretending to be mysterious.

"Really?" Quest also gave me a suspicious look. I am afraid that such a person will not be able to believe anyone's words except the queen of his family. It's better to state my conditions, which will be more credible.

"As long as you let Grandpa go, I'll go with you."

"Throw your sword here!"

Call! Finally took the bait, but without the sword I lost most of my combat power, what a cautious guy! This situation has to be like this.

I waved my hand at my grandfather "gloomily", and didn't forget to make a few more colors, "Grandpa, tell Xue'er, Xiyue, I love them!" Farewell! Let them not look for me! At this time, there seemed to be a trace of tears in the corners of my eyes, looking back nostalgically, tears falling with the wind, and the lonely and desperate back was absorbed into the vast night. [A lot of good novels]

However, it's not good for me at all? To be exact, this is the acting skills of the Oscar for Best Male Pig's Feet. What I said just now was nothing more than telling the patriarch that I can handle this group of brainless guys, and it's not easy for an assassin to escape halfway? Let Xiyue and Xue'er not come to save me, it will be more troublesome.

I walked quietly, always feeling that something was wrong. Even Quisi next to me felt the same way, and a cold wind blew behind him, as if mixed with the momentum and energy of Wan Jun. I just turned around a little, only to feel like a breeze blowing, and as if nothing had happened.

Wrong! It was Quisi next to him, who was replaced by an old patriarch with a pipe in his mouth and a smile. My eyes were wide open like bells, and Quis, on the other hand, flew upside down a few meters, and his huge ice-blue body slammed into the ice......

"I'll go, old patriarch......" I still couldn't accept the weird old man next to me, holding a pipe and raising an eyebrow at me proudly.

Just one move was K.O., and now one move will be Kis K.O.

"Hmph, soldiers don't get tired of cheating." The old patriarch looked deep and glanced at Quest not far away.

A good soldier does not tire of deceit, first shows weakness, and then surprises, defeating the enemy. The title of Best Actor should be awarded to you.

"So, you were testing me just now, alas, you disappointed!" I scratched my head embarrassedly, these days when I came to Freljord, I was always running around, and my swordsmanship and skills were wasted a lot.

"No, you're satisfying to me!" The old man looked at me with a smile, stepped forward slowly, extinguished his pipe, carefully put it away, and faced Quest.

"Old guy, sneak attack from behind? Hmph, sure enough, you humans are cunning and vicious! "Quis, worthy of Quis, got up from the ground again, and didn't look much damaged.

"Lisandro finally dares to do something to my vision icefield, hmph, it seems that she has saved enough money!" The old patriarch put away his playful look and looked at each other coldly.

"Shut up! Weak human beings like grass mustard are also worthy of calling the queen by her name? Quis erupted in anger, and the ice spear seemed to be mixed with thunder and electricity, and the cold glow shone, heading straight for the old patriarch's face.

The old patriarch didn't talk much nonsense, and turned his blade into a blade with his palm, with a sharp edge, like a breeze floating in the water, but with a tenacity like a reed, he went straight up.

One is rigid and the other is soft, and the arc is shining. This is a visual feast produced by the collision of spells and the confrontation of energies. Quesi's ice spear was three points harder than pig iron, and even I didn't dare to face it with my sword, and the old patriarch actually greeted him with his palm.

The blue light exploded, and the patriarch stood in place, facing the wind. Quis snapped back like a wall, and the ice spear shattered, turning into ashes in mid-air like strange blue fireworks.

Oh my god, tai chi! Because I don't understand magic very well, I just feel that the patriarch overcomes rigidity with softness, which seems to be a dragonfly, but in fact it is a powerful force. can beat Quis so embarrassed, what kind of strength is the patriarch? Such a cool skill, you can learn spells if you don't become an assassin in the future. That's right, it's to worship him as a teacher!

Several of Jada's subordinates hurriedly turned back into the corner, watching Quiz being hanged and beaten, and did not dare to make a sound. Jada was right, if he had just gone out to help, he would have been killed by the old man.

"What are we going to do? Mistress Quest doesn't seem to be the old guy's opponent! ”

"It's okay if we don't do anything, and if Lord Quest gets held accountable afterwards, how are we going to explain it?"

Jada paused and said slowly, "So, which of you can contact the Queen?" ”

"What is the Queen of Contact for? Looking for death? ”

"Yes, we are lowly in ability and lowly status, and we are not worthy of contacting the queen at all, oops!" Before a low-level watchman could finish speaking, the back of Jada's head was slammed.

"Who said that? If you look down on yourself like this, how can you be rich and rich in the future? Jada rolled her eyes, "You always remember to me that a soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good soldier." There is such a good opportunity, and it should be taken advantage of. ”

"And what do we do with it?"

"Connect me to Her Majesty!"

The subordinates pulled out the contact device that Master Quest had given them and timidly handed it to Jada. Secretly thought, where did this kid come out, he is really bold.

"Your Majesty, yes, my name is Jada, a subordinate of General Quest. I really can't help but contact you so boldly...... Be! Queen, you're right, I'm going straight to the point. General Quest is facing a dilemma, and his subordinates desperately escape to contact you, and his opponents are Zhou Fan and an old man. However, that old man is the patriarch of the far-sighted ice field, and according to the survey of his subordinates, he belongs to the high-level ice and snow power, and it happens to be the nemesis of the frost power...... Yes, you've taught you that the power of frost doesn't have a nemesis, but your subordinates think you really should come to our aid......" Jada didn't finish his words when a busy sound sounded on the other end of the communicator, and Jada cursed softly.

"What did Her Majesty say?"

"It is estimated that it will arrive soon, and the queen will still be able to speak except for menopause." Jada breathed a sigh of relief.

"Phew, the queen is coming, on the Frost Hall, I have only seen ...... from a distance" Several watchmen looked at Kis excited, anxious, and worried, not knowing how long Lord Kis would last.

Looking at Quis again, he had already been beaten by the patriarch and the old man and lost the strength to fight back, and every time he was knocked down, he still insisted on getting up and fighting again, shouting in his mouth without admitting defeat, "Old guy! ”

"I've killed countless Frost Wardens, and there aren't many guys like you who can't fight or chew to death, hey, what's your name?" The old patriarch crouched beside Quis, pretending to talk, but his eyes searched for Quest's body.

"Hmph, the lifespan of human beings is only a few decades, three hundred years ago, you were not born when Lao Tzu fought!" Quest sneered contemptuously.

"Three hundred years ago, during the War of the Gods? At that time, Lisandro was still a little-known little mage. The old man stood up, his eyes showing a hint of remembrance.

Three hundred years, can it be said that the old patriarch has also lived for three hundred years? >