readx;?? A huge long sword made of stainless steel, with a simple, rough body and carved with various primitive patterns, is really not a good thing for humans who like to have a fine style. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info but Linya, who has seen its savage power, does not dare to underestimate it. Linya took a spoonful of water from the basin and poured it on the sword, and after the magic water fused with light energy flowed through the sword, the sword body immediately began to shimmer with some kind of pale silver light, shining.

Hamito grabbed the hilt of the sword, wiped the blade with his fingers, and said with satisfaction, "Very good! ”

This guy would say thank you? It's kind of unexpected. Linya was a little suspicious of her ears. Orcs, I guess they're all rude and rude.

"Your magical talent is indeed very good. The wizard Hislan, who had not spoken, suddenly spoke, "Although I have seen a magician who can use multiple types of spells, I have really never seen a person like you who can cultivate in the whole series. So I want to remind you that if you can specialize in a series of cultivation, your future achievements will be limitless, and it is not impossible to even become a peerless legend. And if you continue to cultivate multiple systems at the same time aimlessly like now, I am afraid that in the future, you will only bury your peerless talent, and eventually fall into mediocrity. ”

"Thank you for the reminder, Your Majesty Hislange. I understand what you're saying, but ...... Alas, well, let's not talk about it. By the way, Sir Heslan, you are from Grecia and I am from Atlante, is it really good for you to be kind to remind me like this?" Linya blinked and smiled slightly. In fact, everyone has a good side, and the instinct of kindness will always be revealed consciously or unconsciously, whether it is a Grexian or an Atlantian, isn't it?

Heath Lan was stunned for a moment, closed his eyes and turned to say, "Maybe I can't bear to see a promising young man like you go astray." Or rather, I don't think you're the same as this sister of yours, you can at least hear some different voices, not like she is hopelessly brainwashed by the lies of the Light Doctrine. ”

These words in front of Suzanne made Suzanne frown immediately, but Linyama persuaded her with her eyes. This is not the time for internal conflicts. Of course, Suzanne understands this, and she is also responsible for protecting the little princess, even if she is stimulated by words, she can only swallow her anger. "Sister Susanna, don't be like him, it's important. I've wronged you. Linya's voice teleported by magic came to her ears, and Suzanne nodded, the little princess's comfort was the best medicine to heal her mental wounds, and everything she had paid for her was worth it.

This small team of mercenaries already feels like a small world, and it doesn't seem so peaceful. Elves and dwarves, one loves nature and the other likes to cut trees, Mimiyulia and Makriel, two lovely girls who have always looked at each other unpleasantly, and then Suzanne and Heslan, the conflict between the two of them is because of the opposition of religious beliefs, one light and the other dark.

The waiting time for the enemy to appear seemed to be particularly long, and the nights were getting colder and colder, and the people left the warm bed and hid in the icy wilderness, and the people's resentment naturally became heavier and heavier.

Thankfully, it didn't last long. Just when everyone was about to doze off with boredom, Linya and Mimiyuria suddenly whispered at the same time: "It's coming!"

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It was the darkest hour before dawn, and only a sparse starlight remained in the sky, sprinkled with a little cold light, lazily illuminating the earth. The silent earth was filled with only the occasional chirping of crickets. The temperature was really low and low, and the dwarf on duty couldn't help but go into the camp tent and hold the quilt to keep warm. There was no light in the camp, and the ruins of sparse buildings were scattered in the desert, and the entire ancient city of Beira looked like a ghost town at the moment.

In the direction of the Northern Cross, the starlight on that side gradually became a little blurred, and the northern horizon seemed to be surging with sand fog, turning the nearby scenery into chaos. Gradually, the sand fog got closer and closer, bigger and thicker, and the flying sand and dust seemed to completely submerge the northern land. Still, the land was silent, and there was no superfluous sound.

It was already two arrows away, and the leader of the sand thieves raised his hand, and the sand thieves held up their bows and mounted their arrows. The horse's hooves and muzzles were wrapped in thick linen, and it walked slowly, and it was soft sand, and the magic in the sand fog kept out the light and sound from outside, and it was impossible for distant enemies to detect it.

Seeing the unsuspecting mercenary camp ahead, the leader of the sand thieves was confident in his actions tonight. The previous three waves of death-sending ghosts were all sent underground by him to sacrifice to the Doomsday Demon God, and as a reward, he also learned several tricks of death magic, and now he is even more powerful. A demon warrior with an immortal body, he is now full of confidence in his end.

Although the number of mercenaries in front of him is a bit large, there are also advantages to having a large number of people, and he will definitely be even happier when he dedicates them to the Demon God!

A stone's throw. The leader of the sand thieves waved his arms again, and the sand thieves raised their bows and arrows one after another. "Ignite the fire, release the arrows!" As the leader of the sand thieves gave a muffled order, the arrows that had been ignited by the flint and the oilcloth of the arrows came out of the sand mist and flew towards the mercenary camp.

A hundred arrows are fired at once, and it is still a bit imposing. At least half of them flew to the warehouses where supplies were collected, and the other half were scattered to the various camps.

Wave after wave of sand thieves, who had long been skilled in this kind of thing, quickly fired a second wave of rockets, before the mercenaries could react. Now is the time when people are sleeping deepest, and people who are deeply asleep are not so easy to wake up immediately.

Frightened screams and painful screams gradually came from the mercenary camp, and there were shaking and running figures in the light of the lit fire, and the mercenaries on fire rolled all over the ground, the fire continued to spread in all directions, and chaos began to fall in the camp. A bunch of useless waste! How dare you come to the desert to die with such a thing? The leader of the sand thieves couldn't help but show a look of disdain again.

After three waves of arrows, the leader of the sand thieves re-strapped his longbow, pulled out the scimitar at his waist and raised it high, and shouted: "Rush! brothers, little fresh meat is coming to the door again!"

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