Cree, who is irritable by nature and wants to take good things for himself, is not necessarily true if he is always so extreme, regardless of whether the rampage is purely due to personal factors. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info After all, this kind of behavior, suffering a big loss, or even kicking to the iron plate to death is a normal trajectory of fate, if you are lucky enough to not die under a few light and dark tosses, then there should be a little different change.

In the final analysis, it is the intentional or unintentional promotion of certain groups in Noxus that is the main factor that has maintained this style of work to this day. Because such a person can fight a reckless man, it can be regarded as a good use of confidence, and he can be thrown out as an abandoned pawn at any time without distress and almost no side effects, as a chess piece, it is simply too good to be good.

In this regard, Kree occasionally calmed down and was not unaware of it, but he was born without the energy to think more, and secondly, he couldn't think of any other way to get along with him that allowed him to plunder the world's property and territory so wantonly and directly, and thirdly, he relied on Steel's invulnerability and the super speed of the outbreak period was not short enough to let him run the roam, so he always took what he needed.

The most important point that contributed to this situation, of course, was the third, that Sgal had never really been separated since they met. No matter how timid she is, even if she occasionally runs away at a critical moment in a fight, she will still return to her side soon and stage a rescue that she shouldn't have had; As for myself, beating and scolding if I am not happy with it has long become my daily main business, but this does not prevent me from being closest to her in my heart, and speaking of which, it seems that I can only get close to it.

However, this bastard of Sgar is indeed going to drop the chain nine times out of ten, Made, this trip is probably inevitable, but fortunately, Lao Tzu is used to it. As long as it's not like that time, it almost really gave Lao Tzu's life, that time, which piece of territory did you stay on? It seems to be on the wasteland......

Yes, it's a wasteland, and the wasteland is not a good place, there are no neat underwear and pure gold night pots, only it's desolate. There was nothing but barbarian banditry, poisonous weeds everywhere and icy winds. In order to survive, all you eat is stone, and what you pull out is magma. And out of all the bad stuff, I'm the most stubborn, mean, deadly bastard. So all the fields became my territory.

"But why am I in this situation? Why am I staying with you stupid guy? "Shouting out loud at any time is a very good way to be lively.

Sgal was lying on the rocks basking in the sun, and she just snorted. The scales on her body were like black metal embellished with gold threads, and nothing could pierce the dragonlizard's skin. I've seen a high-quality steel sword slash her leg and break it off itself.

But even so, its fart still stinks too much to bear!

"I'm calling you, bastard coward. You seem to have something to say? ”

"Gollum...... Woo-la. She looked up at the sky and yawned at the same time.

"It was just a little grouse! It's not as big as the palm of my hand. You actually ran away! You stupid thing, stupid brute! ”

"Goo...... Huh? Sgar's eyes were half-open, and he drove away the flies that were circling in front of him.

"Huh? Talk back? Interesting? Hahaha, I've had enough of your demagogic rhetoric. I'm supposed to leave you here to die. That's how it should be! You will die because you are alone. Hell, you can't survive a day without me! ”

Skar craned his neck and rested his head against the stone.

Talking to her was a complete waste of time. I should forgive her...... But its rhythmic fart was laughing at me! As soon as the smell came over, I felt like I had been slapped in the face of a frying pan!

"Enough, bastard!" I threw my foul-smelling hat on the ground and strode out of the camp, swearing to myself that I would never look at it again, this.

But...... The hat was such a good thing, so I trotted back and picked it up from the ground.

"Okay, go ahead and sleep, lazy mouse." I said as I walked away.

"I'll patrol myself."

Regardless of the farm, I am ten miles away, but that is no excuse for giving up patrolling. And I'm going to have to do it, whether that sneaky lizard helps or not.

As I stood at the top of the mountain, the sun was dragging its way behind the horizon. At this time of the day, the light will play a little trick on your eyes. I met a snake and wanted to talk to me about the crust of pies. Oh, not a snake, it's the shadow of a stone.

It's a pity to die, I happen to have a lot of opinions about pie crusts. But at least it got me going through it in my head. It's been years since I've talked to anyone about this in a serious way.

I was about to take another sip of mushroom juice to moisten my throat so that I could explain my theory to the snake when I heard their voices.

It was the low howl and hissing of the hounds, which were grazing. If there is a herd, there is a human - someone has broken in.

I climbed a boulder and looked north.

In my steppe, there are only rolling hills, and small mounds scattered along the horizon. Perhaps, those barking sounds were just an illusion of mushroom juice stirring up in my head...... Then I turned my gaze to the south.

It was about half a day's journey from the mountain I was on, and three hundred Ermac were grazing. On my turf, graze.

The hounds surrounded the herd, but no horses were in sight, and there were a few humans hanging around. Humans don't like to walk, so even if you don't have a genius mind, you can guess that there must be a larger Centaur nearby. Of course, I also happen to be a genius, so it's pretty simple.

My blood burned all at once. The bastard bastard who disturbed my peace seemed to be quite a bit. Don't they know that I'm going to have a good conversation with the snake about pie crust?

I poured a sip of mushroom water and walked back to the camp.

"Hurry up, stink lizard!" I grabbed the saddle.

She looked up, grunted, and lay back on the cold grass.

"Get up! Get up! Rise! Come! I shouted, "Someone has broken in, and our peaceful land is going to end!" ”

It stared blankly at me. I sometimes forget that she doesn't understand what I'm saying.

I buckled the saddle to its back: "There are humans, on our turf!" ”

It stood up, its ears nervously erected. Human, it understands the word. I jumped on its back.

"Let's go! We're going to kill those humans! I snarled and pointed south. But the animal immediately turned its head north.

"No, no, no, no! They're over there! Over there! "I desperately tightened the reins and pulled it back in the right direction.

"Grunt!" The dragon lizard screamed, spread its legs and ran. It was so fast that I couldn't even keep my eyes open, and a cloud of dust rolled up behind us, blades of grass whipped like whips on my legs. Before I could fasten my hat, it was already done in the half-day I had said.

"Woohoo!" The dragon lizard screamed.

"Don't come with me! Didn't you say last night that you wanted someone to accompany you? ”

……

By the time we reached the herd, the sun had just set over the horizon. I grabbed Sgar and slowed it down, trotting all the way to the human camp. They had lit a campfire and were cooking something - a little bit more fragrant than the soup I had stewed, to be honest.

So I couldn't help but think that if the movement of these people could be smaller, maybe I could change my taste today......

(Come to think of it, she and it are used to look at the situation, and everything is considered.) ）