"Back to your sister!" Cheng Xiaotian secretly scolded in his heart, is this person crazy?

When passing by Vanessa, I saw Vanessa riding on the Void Ray, her eyelids supported by fists with both hands, her eyes dripping and looking at Cheng Xiaotian, with a smile on the corner of her mouth.

"You're making your dad like that, and you're still laughing! Still laughing! You unfilial daughter! Cheng Xiaotian pointed at Vanessa and scolded angrily, only to feel that his feet sank after scolding, and the sword light drew a large arc and fell towards the outside of the town.

He fought for a long time, and he didn't have much spiritual power left, and now he was still dragging more than 300 catties under his feet, and there were ghosts who could fly far.

Puff ...... Tom tom tom ......

The two of them slammed on the ground, bounced high again, and then a series of "jubilant jumps" rolled out of the hundreds of meters before stopping.

"Hey, I'm not dead, I don't seem to have broken a bone." The mallet lay on the grass and moved his hands and feet, although he was in pain, but he was fine.

"Bastard!" Cheng Xiaotian's angry scolding came from under him, and he remembered that he had been subconsciously holding Cheng Xiaotian just now, and most of the impact was borne by him.

Before he could struggle to get up, suddenly the sky swirled, and he was picked up and smashed to the ground.

Cheng Xiaotian slammed the mallet on the ground, pinched his neck with his left hand, held the flying sword with his right hand, and stared at him with a fierce look in his eyes. He wanted to see what kind of star this orc was, since he met him, the bad luck has not stopped, and he can't get rid of it.

The mallet was stared at by him, and he didn't dare to move at all, lying on the ground on all fours, his chest rising and falling violently because of tension.

After about 5 minutes like this, Cheng Xiaotian was completely disappointed, and he couldn't see anything at all, this guy was just an ordinary orc, and his life was not peculiar, which made him very frustrated.

How did you make such a mess of an ordinary orc?

No! Cheng Xiaotian couldn't accept it!

Cheng Xiaotian, who was embarrassed and angry, held down the mallet with his left hand, and stabbed it with his right hand with a flying sword, this person must be killed immediately!

The cold light flashed, and he stabbed it into the heart, and the pupils of the mallet immediately dilated, and he wanted to struggle, but he couldn't move at all, so he could only raise his hands helplessly to stop him.

"No!" The mallet hissed and shouted, and tears instantly welled up: "I just want to go home......"

As soon as the word "home" came out, Cheng Xiaotian's sword blade had pierced into his flesh, feeling the coldness of his skin being cut, and the mallet closed his eyes in pain.

Human beings are the most complex creatures and the only ones who act on their senses, so many times they will act in ways that they can't even explain. The mallet didn't wait for the cone to sting, and the blade clicked the skin on his chest before disappearing, and everything was silent, and only the sound of the wind could be heard in his ears.

After a long time, the mallet opened his eyes, only to see that Cheng Xiaotian's left hand was still pressing his chest, but he had no strength, his right hand was holding the short sword, supporting his chin with his fist, and he looked at the fiery sweet water well not far away.

The whole town was burning, the flames rose half a day high, the burning sound "rumbled" and roared, and the firelight reflected the night sky red, shining on Cheng Xiaotian's face, cloudy and uncertain. A little spark fell, as dense as rain, and fell on Cheng Xiaotian, who was sitting still.

"You want to go home?" Cheng Xiaotian turned his head and asked, his eyes full of loneliness and confusion.

The mallet nodded, and responded in a panic: "Yes, my military service is about to expire, my family is still waiting for me, I don't want to die here, there is no corpse left......"

"Oh......" Cheng Xiaotian nodded, and after a moment of silence, he pointed to the fire and said, "You want to go home, you want to see your relatives, but what about them?" Are they willing their homes to be destroyed and their bodies burned to ashes?! ”

Horror appeared on the mallet's face, and he hurriedly said, "I didn't do that!" I don't want to do any of these things......"

Cheng Xiaotian nodded silently, no longer speaking, the mallet didn't dare to disturb, and sat down on the side.

Suddenly, there was a rumbling sound of wings flapping in the east, and a huge shadow pressed over, and from time to time it swept over the heads of the two of them, and flew towards the fire.

By the light of the fire, I saw that the thing was 10 meters long, without feathers, with huge fleshy wings, a head like a bat, and a sharp barb at the tip of the tail, like a scorpion tail.

"Wind Rider! This is the Wind Rider of the Grand Overseer of Tudor, I've seen it! The mallet jumped up and yelled at the flying beast.

Cheng Xiaotian's face became gloomy.

"Big brother, let's go!" In a hurry, the mallet grabbed Cheng Xiaotian, met Cheng Xiaotian's cold gaze, and hurriedly let go and took a step back.

"Go by yourself." Cheng Xiaotian said lightly.

The mallet was stunned for a moment, and shook his head in a panic: "There will be more and more adventurers ahead, and I can't go back alone......"

Cheng Xiaotian frowned, and fell into silence again, the current situation was tangled, and he didn't know what to do.

At this moment, a low roar came from the direction of the fire: "Manranor, join us, I can not hold you accountable for what you did today, otherwise, you will pay the price for your willfulness."

"Fuck off!" Manranor's answer was straightforward.

"Aren't they in a group?" Cheng Xiaotian looked at the huge wind rider hovering above the fire and asked suspiciously.

"It's not." The mallet replied honestly: "Lord Zavala Overseer asked the adventurer Vanessa to explore the way for us at the cost of a bright wood staff, and when he failed, he went to ask Master Short to break the strange magic circle, but he didn't want to, Manranore of Theramore came to his daughter, so he ......"

"I see." Cheng Xiaotian raised his hand to interrupt his words, pinched the sword technique, and his body was wrapped in sword light and took off towards the sea of fire.

"Big brother, where are you going, take me!" The mallet was startled, and when he got up, he chased after it, but how could he catch up.

Cheng Xiaotian's wild words came from afar: "Young master, I haven't fought enough, you are waiting here for me to send you back to your hometown."

"Oh." Hearing this, the mallet stopped chasing, and sat down on the ground honestly, bowing his head and not moving.

"Grand Overseer of Tudor? Since you dare to come, get ready to peel off a layer of skin! Cheng Xiaotian muttered to himself, laughing very evilly, very evil.

So far in this battle, so many people have died, someone has to be tried as war criminals, some of them must die, such as Short, such as Tudor.

There are also so many innocent residents of Sweet Water Well who have become rotting corpses and are burned to ashes by their own hands, and this matter must also be explained, otherwise they will become their own demons.

"Get the hell out of here!" Manranor's roar was heard in the sea of fire, and then a fireball flew into the sky and smashed into the giant wind rider.

"In that case, you should die!" Someone spoke on the back of the Wind Rider, and the indifferent voice echoed like muffled thunder. Immediately after, a muscular figure as hard as a rock rose from the Wind Rider's back, leaped down to the fireball, and slashed with a tomahawk.

The more Cheng Xiaotian smiled, the colder it became, the speed of the sword became faster and faster, and the sword light was like a meteor, stabbing at the wind rider hanging in the sea of fire.

No one noticed the "shooting star", Short was leading his few remaining army of carrion puppets and was surrounding Manranor, Vanessa was sitting on the Void Ray, following her father closely, Tudor was slashing at the large fireball with a huge battle axe in both hands.