Don't look at the buddy who is alone in the enemy camp, and there is not even a similar kind of foil around, but they really don't dare to do anything to me, not to mention Mograini's promise to keep me safe, let's just say that this strange carrion of the buddy can help the Silver Hand create a large number of Holy Light Maggots and the Forgotten Growing strength, the Silver Hand will never dare to put me to death, otherwise the maggots will be cut off, and the Forsaken will attack the Hearthvale and even join forces with Arthas.

This can be seen in the fact that Bridget was stopped by Mograini and only taught Renault Mograini a good lesson.

So, in the face of the doggy duo of Renault Mograini and Sally Whitemayne, I didn't have any psychological burden at all, and I grabbed a two-handed greatsword from the weapon rack and began to jump.

I really don't know what Sally Whitemayne thinks, the big beauty who looks so beautiful actually likes Reynaud Mograini, a young old man who is not old and decrepit, not as old as Tyran Foding, but has a handful of beards, specially, I don't get angry when I look at this combination of beauty and beast.

I think I'm a handsome guy in my prime, and I crossed over to Azeroth without knowing it, and I became a stinky and rotten walking corpse without knowing it, and I finally met a kind of queen, who was still a cold queen, and dared to stretch out her salty pig hand, and let you lose it in minutes, believe it or not, and then I wanted to play platonic love with the two banshees, but the queen directly beat the mandarin ducks, and then escaped all the way and became Mograine's captive for no reason.

But Lao Tzu is so miserable, Renault and Whiteman, the dog man and woman, still show affection to me, you tell me what is it for you to wear a holy priest robe, and the special red neene is exposed, do you know, this is still delicately hidden behind Renault, look at Lao Tzu can't be hard, right?

The more I looked at me, the more angry I became, and the more I thought about it, the more angry I became, and as soon as Tyran Fording picked up the sword and shield, I screamed and rushed at Renault.

Damn, don't you want you to clean me up? I'll beat you up for not being able to take care of yourself first.

After a few steps, I rushed to Renault, who had just calmed down his little girlfriend, and as soon as he turned his head back, he saw me rushing over, and he staggered back a step back.

"Good chance!" I secretly said yes, raised my sword and slashed at Renault, its power is enough to open mountains and crack stones, its speed is as fast as lightning and thunder, and it slashed into Renault's shoulder in an instant, if it weren't for the fact that he was wearing a solid plate armor, my unedged sword would have to chop him to pieces.

"Despicable." Renault was slashed by me, cursed, and then quickly rolled to the side, narrowly dodging my second attack, and at this time, Whitemayne also retreated to a safe distance, and a holy light fell on Renault.

Replenished by the light, the pain in Renault's shoulder disappeared instantly, and a carp rolled to his feet, his eyes blazing at me.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

As the saying goes, the tiger father has no dog, although Renault's character is not good, but his fighting style is exactly the same as his father, the moves are wide open and closed, the sword does not count the casualties, the strength is also large, and the speed is also fast.

That's it, Wynnemett's little smashed and threw holy light on Renault, and Renault, who was like viagra, screamed wildly.

"Tyran, you idiot, hurry up and help, is it fun to watch me being bullied?" I blocked Renault's greatsword again, and called out to Tyran Fording for support.

As soon as I reminded him, Tyran Fording didn't have time to put on his armor, so he picked up the sword and shield on the ground and rushed towards me, shouting as he rushed back: "What are you in a hurry about the sunwind, I haven't had time to put on my leggings yet." ”

I'm so angry that I really want to kick him hard, I'm fighting with human blood, you're still wearing armor, is there any brotherhood anymore? But when Tyran Fording ran up to me, I couldn't help but laugh again.

I saw that this kid was holding a shield in one hand and a sword in the other, his upper body was twisted and crookedly put on a cuirass, and his lower body was still the same pants as when he came, but the trouser belt was just half undone, the long ribbon fluttered in the wind, and his feet were wearing shoes and a bare foot, as funny as he was.

"Tyran, you pester this kid, I'll deal with that little." I didn't have time to explain the complicated tactics to Tyran Fording, so I shouted and threw Renault and rushed towards Wynmet.

"Who do you call a little?" Renault was furious and ready to stop me as soon as he stood up, but Tyran Fording was not a vegetarian, and he knocked Renault down with a shield blow, and said, "Renault, your opponent is here." ”

Seeing that Tyran Fording easily stopped Renault, I rushed towards Wynmat without hesitation.

"Hmph, do you think he can handle Sally even as a rotten walking corpse? It's so naïve. Renault said to Tyran Fording.

"It seems that the Ember Messenger did not tell you about the peculiarities of the solar wind, but you will soon know that the Holy Priest is like an unarmed young child in the face of the solar wind." Tyran Fording did not take the opportunity to attack Renault, but said coldly.

"Then we'll see!" Renault slowly stood up and said a word to Tyran Fording, then shouted to Wynmait, "Sally, use the Holy Strike against that kid." ”

Wynmaite was actually quite far away from me, about thirty meters, but when Renault finished shouting, I rushed in front of Wynmait.

As Renault said, Wynnemet was not afraid of me, the walking corpse, and in her opinion, how could a walking corpse not be afraid of the light? Therefore, at a distance of thirty meters, Wynmait's holy striking technique almost never stopped, and there were a few healing techniques in it, and the holy light that hit me was like a large light bulb of 100 watts.

At this time, Wynmaite also prepared the largest holy light bomb she had ever made, and by the eyes of it, it was almost the size of the two flesh balls on her chest combined.

"Hmph, be purified by the Light!" With a push with both hands, a huge bullet of holy light smashed into my body.

In fact, at this time, the specific effect of this holy light bomb is no longer important, what matters is the itself, the large amount of pure holy light it contains. As for the undead, any nature of the Light can cause a lot of damage to them.

Myne White also grasped this point, so he stood in place without fear and kept firing holy light at me, and I was very cooperative with her, every time a holy light bullet hit me, my speed decreased a little, which is why in a short distance of thirty meters, I was able to wait until Tyran Fording and Renault were long to rush to Myne White's side.

However, there is no need to disguise it now, because this little can't run.

With a slam of foot under my feet, I plunged headlong into the Holy Light Bullet, and then, a massive amount of Holy Light poured me through from beginning to end like a torrential rain, but is this useful? It's useless, it's not any egg use at all.

Rushing through the rain of light, Wynmaite and I were almost face to face, I bared my teeth and smiled at Wynmait, and then, in her beautiful eyes, which were bigger than quail eggs, I drew my two-handed greatsword and slammed her to the ground.

"Be careful!" It all happened so fast that when Wynnemaite fell to the ground, the voices of Mograine and Bridget and others reached her ears, and as for Renault, the boy was really as motionless as a wooden chicken.

At this point, Renault was entangled in Tyran Fording, and Wynmath was struck down by my sword, and it seemed that the farce was over, but when I saw Wynmaite's beautiful eyes of contempt and anger, and the red scenery that was exposed from falling to the ground, I was suddenly a little delirious with anger.

What's the matter, look down on my brother, right? Don't you think your brother can't get up? Damn, I'll let you know what a real man is.

Throwing away the greatsword in my hand, I got down on one knee in front of Wynmayt, grabbed Wynmayt's slender lower back, and laid it flat on my knee.

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable!

Without hesitation at all, he pumped up at Wynmayt's plump ****, and the sound of the sound shook the audience, and he couldn't extricate himself from the refreshing feeling.

Wow! Wow! Wow!

In an instant, Wynnemet cried, the tears that cried rained down, the one who was heartbroken, the one who was ashamed, and scolded while crying.

"You rotten walking corpse with a thousand knives won't die well."

"I'm going to have my father kill you."

"Holy Light, hurry up and stop this rude barbarian, he has no gentlemanly demeanor at all."

……

"Scold, I'll let you scold, why don't you scold when you fire the Holy Light Bullet at Lao Tzu? See if I don't smoke you. "It's good that Wynmaite didn't scold, but when I scolded, I was even more annoyed, and I couldn't care about it, and I lifted the robe on her buttocks, and pumped it up again, and the white ****** and the red panties in the gap between her ass were almost the same color.

As the sound of popping continued to sound, the martial arts arena really exploded, and everyone on the field was dumbfounded, all of them were resentful and resigned, especially a few female comrades, who almost covered their faces and ran away.

"This ...... This...... This...... I...... I...... I ......" Alexandros Mograini's face was flushed at this time, not ashamed, but angry, his adopted daughter was so humiliated by a walking corpse in public, Mograine's lungs were about to explode, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

"Calm down, old man, it's just a fair fight, don't you see that Renault hasn't conceded defeat at this time? So...... "It's rare for Saidan Dasohan to see Mograine so angry, and for a moment his childlike victory is triumphant."

"I ...... I'm going to kill this bastard. I don't know if the mongrel Mograini is talking about is the walking corpse or his son, anyway, Saidan Dasohan was startled, and quickly grabbed Mograini, and at the same time said to Bridget, who was standing next to him: "You go and separate those two, hurry up." ”

"No, not only separate, but help me slaughter that kid, and slaughter him with a knife." (To be continued.) )

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