But a few minutes later, when Evan chased a certain distance, the bearer actually threw the unconscious man suspected of Evan on the other side, turned to speed up and ran violently, but it was an eight-ring water magic warrior.

Slian suddenly had a bad premonition, and tried to communicate with the fire-based magic medium where the unconscious man landed in the grass.

Judging by the feeling that it was nothing more than a mess of rotten meat, all kinds of chemical reactions that appeared on the putrefactive substance were taking place, but they were very faint, and it was clear that they had just died.

Hoping for what to do, Slian stopped the floating tray and came down to inspect it himself.

As the saying goes, life is unsatisfactory nine times out of ten, and this is the case with Slian. It only took two or three clicks to confirm two things, firstly, it was nothing more than the corpse of a messenger from the House of Bavin, and secondly, it was all Evan plot.

For the messenger had a letter in his bosom, and glanced at it by the dim light of the fire, to the effect that it was a mockery of stupidity and deception, indicating that he was not worthy to be the head of the House of Srian.

A wave of anger erupted from the depths of his heart.

Is he a qualified head of the family? Silian had asked himself secretly countless times, of course, he had a compelling number in his mind, and the answer was completely unsatisfactory. It's just that I never mention it, and I can't tolerate others to put their beaks.

But what can be done? In order to achieve the late father, the many clan elders, and the perfect head of the family that he hoped in his heart, of course, he tried hard, but every effort only made a mess of things. Compared with a few times, it will be smoother to ignore and ignore things. This frustration is as painful as a thousand arrows piercing the heart of a proud and conceited person.

Are you a mess-making waste? No! you're a genius! Magical promotion proves it irrefutably. So it's not my fault that everything is my subordinates who don't do what I tell them to do, they're the waste. No one can question whether the head of the house is qualified or not, especially not Evan.

Tearing the letter to shreds, the little pride of not so long ago vanished, and there was an additional sense of fall compared to direct frustration and anger. And then everything turned into incomparably firm! That eight-ring water system magic warrior obviously wouldn't be Evan, then Evan must be in the big army.

"Chase over there!"

Seeing that the boss at the top was angry at first and then became as cold as an iceberg, of course several subordinates did not dare to say much, but carefully urged the floating tray to the fastest speed, for fear that a trace of shaking would lead the thunder anger to themselves.

At this time, the disadvantages of the top of the human star cover are once again reflected. As soon as the floating tray that Slian was riding on had joined up with the large army, and it was confirmed from his subordinates that Evan had appeared, the front team split up in two ways. It's still one more and one less, and it's accompanied by the weird taunt of the big bird king.

Silian hated it so much that the roots of his teeth itched, but he could only blindly follow. Then he made a mistake, only to find a thick envelope in the arms of the dead water magic warrior. Inside, there were many excerpts of information, all about when, where, and by whom the higher-ups of the McShaler family had spoken ill of Srian.

Extremely detailed and accurate, it gives people a sense of convincing. And Silian knew that the family intelligence organization had been played very well by Evan in the past few years, and the efficiency was incredibly good, so he believed in three points, and his anger was even stronger, and he continued to pursue him.

And in anger, reason abdicated, and many very suspicious things were overlooked.

For example, what was the purpose of this obvious amusement, where did this thick information come from, and whether it was worth it to kill Evan in the chaos that was closer to the artillery attack that the Bawen family would inevitably suffer, and so on.

It wasn't until the protestant fire attack of the Bawen family came to an end that Slian came back to his senses. But seeing that there were only seven people left in the distance ahead, the team was also embarrassed, and even the condensate barrier was shattered after only the first blow. For no reason, he was convinced that Evan was at a dead end and his skills were exhausted, and as long as he persevered, he could complete the goal of killing.

In fact, this is completely the psychology of gamblers, and people in a certain state of excitement simply cannot accept a situation that is different from what they expected. It's as if a gambler who is anxious to lose is convinced that his next hand will win, because his brain can no longer accept the possibility of defeat, until the hole cards are opened and the reality is fiercely slapped in the face.

Perhaps this desperate mentality has helped humanity survive in a dangerous jungle environment over millions of years of evolutionary history. But apparently these days, this instinct doesn't help gamblers, and it doesn't help Srian.

Shouts were heard from the ground of the main camp of the Babin family, to the effect of stopping the advance, accompanied by a second round of demonstrative artillery fire. Of course, this is also a regular way to deal with strange teams, and it is undoubtedly the kind that favors kindness.

After all, the frontal battle between the two sides is hot, and this high-ring magician has broken through to such a distance, which is no different from the flank sneak attack force. Although it is blatant to the point of not being like a sneak attack, it cannot sit idly by. In addition, from Renxing, I know that there is the former head of the McShale family in the team, and it is even more tempting to be greedy. If it weren't for the supreme order for the peace talks, I am afraid that the fire would have been opened to the ground long ago.

And this second round of demonstrative artillery fire fell, and Srian's side was able to hold on, but the seven-man team without the protection of the barrier in front of them completely overturned and fell into the knee-high barren grass and disappeared.

Silian was overjoyed, communicating with the fire-based magic medium over there, and immediately retracted when he felt the feeling of condensation. The sluggishness indicates that it is not a dead corpse lying down, but a high-ring magician. And what is exciting is that from the situation of them being shot, it is completely in a state of death if they make up for a knife.

"Let's go and see!"

"My lord, you can't go any further. If the Bawen family fights again, we can't bear it. ”

"Send two water magic warriors to pick up the surrender flag, and go over as messengers to explain the situation, indicating that we are sure that the target is dead and leave!" said Silian gritting his teeth. Considering the current dangerous situation, any move that provokes is likely to provoke an attack, but surrender will not.

And this is undoubtedly quite a humiliating thing, especially when the head of the Taishang family is present in person and the other party is the Bawen family, but in order to kill Evan, he can't care so much.

Slian understood how this move would affect the reputation of the McShaler family in the Golden City. The subordinates understand better, and the family reputation is not something that the head of the family can take out and defeat casually. But he was only a little hesitant to speak. was glared at by Silian angrily, and he could only take the order and retreat from the arrangement.

But before the flag-carrying messenger could depart, the third round of artillery fire fell. And unlike the previous two rounds, this time it seems to be a real move. Large and small cracks quickly appeared in the condensate barriers, and the squeaky and twisting sound of a dry door shaft could be heard in the gap between the explosions.

"Send someone over!" Srian urged. Pick up the binoculars again and observe where Evan's team pounced, but it was obscured by the autumn grass and could not see anything.

"I'm sorry, sir. I'm afraid the surrender flag will not be hoisted. ”

"What?" Slian turned his head and prepared to scold with his usual momentum, but his pupils suddenly contracted, and an ominous premonition arose in his heart. "Who are you?"

But a few minutes later, when Evan chased a certain distance, the bearer actually threw the unconscious man suspected of Evan on the other side, turned to speed up and ran violently, but it was an eight-ring water magic warrior.

Slian suddenly had a bad premonition, and tried to communicate with the fire-based magic medium where the unconscious man landed in the grass.

Judging by the feeling that it was nothing more than a mess of rotten meat, all kinds of chemical reactions that appeared on the putrefactive substance were taking place, but they were very faint, and it was clear that they had just died.

Hoping for what to do, Slian stopped the floating tray and came down to inspect it himself.

As the saying goes, life is unsatisfactory nine times out of ten, and this is the case with Slian. It only took two or three clicks to confirm two things, firstly, it was nothing more than the corpse of a messenger from the House of Bavin, and secondly, it was all Evan plot.

For the messenger had a letter in his bosom, and glanced at it by the dim light of the fire, to the effect that it was a mockery of stupidity and deception, indicating that he was not worthy to be the head of the House of Srian.

A wave of anger erupted from the depths of his heart.

Is he a qualified head of the family? Silian had asked himself secretly countless times, of course, he had a compelling number in his mind, and the answer was completely unsatisfactory. It's just that I never mention it, and I can't tolerate others to put their beaks.

But what can be done? In order to achieve the late father, the many clan elders, and the perfect head of the family that he hoped in his heart, of course, he tried hard, but every effort only made a mess of things. Compared with a few times, it will be smoother to ignore and ignore things. This frustration is as painful as a thousand arrows piercing the heart of a proud and conceited person.

Are you a mess-making waste? No! you're a genius! Magical promotion proves it irrefutably. So it's not my fault that everything is my subordinates who don't do what I tell them to do, they're the waste. No one can question whether the head of the house is qualified or not, especially not Evan.

Tearing the letter to shreds, the little pride of not so long ago vanished, and there was an additional sense of fall compared to direct frustration and anger. And then everything turned into incomparably firm! That eight-ring water system magic warrior obviously wouldn't be Evan, then Evan must be in the big army.

"Chase over there!"

Seeing that the boss at the top was angry at first and then became as cold as an iceberg, of course several subordinates did not dare to say much, but carefully urged the floating tray to the fastest speed, for fear that a trace of shaking would lead the thunder anger to themselves.

At this time, the disadvantages of the top of the human star cover are once again reflected. As soon as the floating tray that Slian was riding on had joined up with the large army, and it was confirmed from his subordinates that Evan had appeared, the front team split up in two ways. It's still one more and one less, and it's accompanied by the weird taunt of the big bird king.

Silian hated it so much that the roots of his teeth itched, but he could only blindly follow. Then he made a mistake, only to find a thick envelope in the arms of the dead water magic warrior. Inside, there were many excerpts of information, all about when, where, and by whom the higher-ups of the McShaler family had spoken ill of Srian.

Extremely detailed and accurate, it gives people a sense of convincing. And Silian knew that the family intelligence organization had been played very well by Evan in the past few years, and the efficiency was incredibly good, so he believed in three points, and his anger was even stronger, and he continued to pursue him.

And in anger, reason abdicated, and many very suspicious things were overlooked.

For example, what was the purpose of this obvious amusement, where did this thick information come from, and whether it was worth it to kill Evan in the chaos that was closer to the artillery attack that the Bawen family would inevitably suffer, and so on.

It wasn't until the protestant fire attack of the Bawen family came to an end that Slian came back to his senses. But seeing that there were only seven people left in the distance ahead, the team was also embarrassed, and even the condensate barrier was shattered after only the first blow. For no reason, he was convinced that Evan was at a dead end and his skills were exhausted, and as long as he persevered, he could complete the goal of killing.

In fact, this is completely the psychology of gamblers, and people in a certain state of excitement simply cannot accept a situation that is different from what they expected. It's as if a gambler who is anxious to lose is convinced that his next hand will win, because his brain can no longer accept the possibility of defeat, until the hole cards are opened and the reality is fiercely slapped in the face.

Perhaps this desperate mentality has helped humanity survive in a dangerous jungle environment over millions of years of evolutionary history. But apparently these days, this instinct doesn't help gamblers, and it doesn't help Srian.

Shouts were heard from the ground of the main camp of the Babin family, to the effect of stopping the advance, accompanied by a second round of demonstrative artillery fire. Of course, this is also a regular way to deal with strange teams, and it is undoubtedly the kind that favors kindness.

After all, the frontal battle between the two sides is hot, and this high-ring magician has broken through to such a distance, which is no different from the flank sneak attack force. Although it is blatant to the point of not being like a sneak attack, it cannot sit idly by. In addition, from Renxing, I know that there is the former head of the McShale family in the team, and it is even more tempting to be greedy. If it weren't for the supreme order for the peace talks, I am afraid that the fire would have been opened to the ground long ago.

And this second round of demonstrative artillery fire fell, and Srian's side was able to hold on, but the seven-man team without the protection of the barrier in front of them completely overturned and fell into the knee-high barren grass and disappeared.

Silian was overjoyed, communicating with the fire-based magic medium over there, and immediately retracted when he felt the feeling of condensation. The sluggishness indicates that it is not a dead corpse lying down, but a high-ring magician. And what is exciting is that from the situation of them being shot, it is completely in a state of death if they make up for a knife.

"Let's go and see!"

"My lord, you can't go any further. If the Bawen family fights again, we can't bear it. ”

"Send two water magic warriors to pick up the surrender flag, and go over as messengers to explain the situation, indicating that we are sure that the target is dead and leave!" said Silian gritting his teeth. Considering the current dangerous situation, any move that provokes is likely to provoke an attack, but surrender will not.