"Even the strong man who has been awarded the title of legend is no match for it. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

The heavy atmosphere was heightened by the witcher's words, especially the word "legend" in the words.

This is a title, and there are very few people who have this kind of title, each of which is a legend that exists in books, and each of them has left indelible traces in the torrent of history.

"Is it really that strong?"

Griffel said in a deep voice, his expression was extremely solemn, he was a Templar, and most of his opponents in the past were humanoids such as vampires and werewolves, and he didn't know much about the monsters in ancient legends.

The witcher didn't answer, silence was the best answer.

At this time, Amy suddenly said, "Do you know the Phineka family among the vampires?" ”

The witcher took a drag on his cigarette and answered, "Nivea Lanscardo Finica, the daughter of the blood dragon, has many names, such as the strongest dragonborn vampire, the most beautiful woman in the world, the noble king, the rose ...... of Helena."

As he spoke, he noticed that the eyes of the people around him were a little weird, shrugged his shoulders, and explained,

"During a demon hunting commission, I once met a vampire who was covered in scales, with a back and periosteal wings like a lizardman, and I was curious, so I arrested him and interrogated him for a while, all from his mouth."

"Mr. Karl's work is as good as the legend says."

Amy complimented and continued with the conversation.

"It's a pity that the woman doesn't exist anymore, she fought with Fenrir and only lasted three minutes before failing, still when the other party was sealed by Krepnir."

After a pause, in the serious or complicated eyes of everyone, another bombshell news was thrown,

"And now, the wolf has broken free of Krepnir and gained access to that legendary chain."

As soon as these words fell, the surroundings immediately fell into a dead silence atmosphere that could be heard when the iron needle landed.

The corners of Amy's mouth turned upward, very satisfied with everyone's performance, this is what she wants,

Fear, the fear that must be faced, is the only thing that can make them throw aside their rules and do things that they would never normally do.

Joz gave her a faint look, and the girl did not tell him these things, but said them in front of everyone on such occasions.

Chip? Or is it something else?

He frowned slightly, thought about it, but still didn't say the doubts in his heart, the situation was undoubtedly developing in the direction of favoring the academy, and keeping silent was the most important thing to do now.

"Girl, you're forcing us to die!"

The witcher shook his head, smoking his pipe more often.

Amy smiled, "I'm just expounding on reality!" These are realities, and I see them with my own eyes. ”

"You've seen a lot!"

Morris pursed his lips, picked up the wine glass in front of him, and poured it down,

"But I still don't agree to that proposal, I won't leave the army behind and go to the Foggy Mountains with a stranger on such a terrible mission, I don't trust you, and I don't believe in it, unless it can come here and talk to us face to face."

"Mr. Chief, you sit here and let an existence that is comparable to a legend, or even more powerful than a legend, come to meet you, I have to say, your face is really big enough." Amy sarcastically said,

Maurice's face froze, his expression was embarrassed, and he glared at the girl fiercely,

"Alright, don't make any noise."

Gleephil scolded, raised his eyes to Amy, and said in a deep voice,

"Where is the Wing Man, let's go meet it."

"It hasn't come back yet." As he spoke, a vague and familiar aura came from the east, Amy's eyes lit up, and she smiled,

"It's back."

……

Under the dim sky, a golden streamer flew from the sky.

The streamer pierced the darkness, carrying a series of pale blue mist and falling towards the barracks like a meteor.

Fortunately, it was night, and many soldiers were sleeping in their tents, otherwise the scene would have caused some chaos.

Rumble!

The streamer landed in the open space of Dongying, and the dust was everywhere, and disappeared with a gust of wind.

John showed his figure, glanced faintly at the few people waiting on the side, and turned to walk towards the tent behind him.

Looked at! The four of them glanced at each other, their eyes were complicated, but there was no anger or helplessness, the strong need to be respected, this is the rule of nature.

The Demon Hunter and Joz walked together and asked in a low voice,

"I heard that you were all tested during the day."

Joz nodded, his tone a little helpless, "It didn't use all its strength at all, but we used all the tricks." ”

"The result?" The witcher continued,

"It's kind of satisfying!" After speaking, he stretched out his hand, patted his old friend's shoulder, and said with emotion, "The three of us have passed, only you are left, old friend, good luck!" ”

The witcher was stunned, his expression as uncomfortable as if he had eaten.

Hopefully I'm thinking too much.

Carl comforted himself and walked into the tent with trepidation.

A cloud of light floated in mid-air, glowing, soft but not dazzling, illuminating the tent all around.

John stood in front of him, his wings together, his expression calm, and his body radiated a pale golden light, like an angel statue made of pure gold.

The five people walked into the tent one after another, bowed slightly, and automatically lined up in two columns, mainly with the winged people.

John's head moved slightly, his gaze swept around, and finally rested on the Demon Hunter, his calm and unforgiving gaze made Karl's scalp tingle, and his right hand couldn't help but reach to his waist, holding the familiar hilt of the sword.

"It's coming!"

The other three silently recited and took a few steps back to make room for the two.

"Who are you?"

John asked, his voice hoarse as gold and iron under his deliberate control.

"Carl Hubert, a sagehunter with a decent reputation."

Carl said in a deep voice, his muscles tensed, exuding a faint battle intent,

"Witcher?"

John repeated, his sword eyebrows turned up, the light in his body erupted like a volcano, the blazing white flames swung out like a tsunami, the curtain floated, and the tent could not withstand the impact, and shook violently.

"How many dark creatures have you killed?" A word without any emotion echoed in the air.

Karl's eyelids pulled down, and he looked at the figure in the endless light with the corner of his eye,

"Many are like stars in the night sky, and you can't see the edge at a glance."

"Hmmm! Good answer! ”

John nodded, agreed with his words, withdrew the light from his body, and returned to his normal state.

Seeing this, Carlton let out a sigh, re-hung his pipe, and took a deep breath to calm some flustered emotions, the momentum of the winged man was too strong, and the energy in its body, after living for so many years, he had never seen such a huge and condensed existence of energy,

He really didn't want to fight this monster if he didn't have to.

Then John spoke again, and his voice was still hoarse, like gold and iron rubbing,

"A few of you, too few, I need more strong people."

The four of them glanced at each other, and Morris stepped forward and asked aloud,

"Your Excellency, I would like to ask, what is your ultimate goal?"

"Kill the wolf." Without hesitation, John said,

"And then?" Morris raised his head and asked expressionlessly, "Klepnir and the Golden Apple, what are you going to do with it?" ”

As the words fell, the atmosphere was calm again, and Griffel squinted his eyes and clasped his hands tightly behind his back.

The golden apple can only belong to the Church.