This snow leopard clearly has a lot of hunting experience and a high IQ, and there is no more difficult opponent for a twelve-year-old child. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info To defeat it before he runs out of energy, Al will have to put his life on the table and do it again.

Al couldn't help but laugh at himself, since he was reborn, he seemed to have been constantly gambling with his life, when he developed elemental sensing, and now when he fought the snow leopard. Although he is the sole heir of the Iron Thorn Family, the future Lord of the West, why does he always look like a down-and-out outlaw? Probably because as a gambler, the price of his failure is too high, and he has too few chips.

Al remembered a saying that had been passed down to the rebels in his previous life: "When you sacrifice your life and forget to die, you will have to return from a hundred battles!" Al thought so.

Al kept adjusting his angle, facing the snow leopard, and slowly retreated to the big tree where he had been hiding, and slashed at the trunk with a sword, making a gesture to climb up with strength. The snow leopard really couldn't bear it, and with a roar, it pounced on Al again, how could it tolerate Al climbing up the tree and escaping from under its claws, the speed was so fast, and the pounce was more fierce than before!

The snow leopard's fleshy front paws were the first, and El, who had already had a plan in his belly, turned sideways and hid behind the tree. The snow leopard's front paws "snapped" and slapped directly on the trunk of the tree, leaving a hideous paw print, if it weren't for the fact that the tree was thick enough, the snow leopard's claws might even smash the trunk directly! The sword light flashed, and Al used all his strength to stab straight into the snow leopard's eyes, and the sword speed tore through the air with a hissing roar. However, the sound of the sword suddenly stopped, just like a warrior's ambition to die before he was rewarded, the iron sword was caught by the snow leopard, and the sword body trembled slightly under the force of movement and stillness, as if telling his desire for blood, but the tip of the sword did not move under the leopard's teeth!

The snow leopard's other front paw also slammed into the El. At this moment, El abandoned his sword and rushed forward, as if a great army was charging, unstoppable. But with the tragedy of a strong man who never returned. The finger pointed to the snow leopard's eyes, all the steps had been practiced thousands of times, concentrated, gathered the elements, arranged the structure, and a fiery red flew out from the fingertips of the snow leopard's right eye!

The fire bomb exploded in the snow leopard's eyes, and in an instant the blood spread out of the eye sockets, smearing the snow-white hair red, just like the red flowers painted in ink on the highest grade white rice paper! The snow leopard screamed miserably, and couldn't help but withdraw its paws and hold down its eyes.

Al kicked his foot and rolled towards the snow when he succeeded, but he was still scraped by the snow leopard's claws, like a sharp razor cutting three bloody gaps directly in his back. Al snorted in pain, almost turned his back on his breath, and the whole person was frozen by the freezing air attached to the claws, as if the inner soul was frozen in ice, and his thoughts were stagnant in an instant. He fell stiffly and straight to the snow, unable to move a finger. The situation is extremely dangerous, and the wounded beast is the most terrifying, and when it comes to its senses, the crazy snow leopard will directly tear the El to pieces. Al bit the tip of his tongue, the sharp pain and spilled blood like a warm current into his body, and Al could even hear the sound of blood flowing in his body. Then he roared, got up from the ground, pulled out the dagger at his waist, chopped it up the tree, and climbed up with all his might. Al had never felt that he could be so agile and so fast, and he just pedaled a few times and climbed up the tree in one fell swoop. The frenzied snow leopard howled and jumped, and the tip of its claw almost touched the soles of Al's shoes, and Al felt the cold on the soles of his feet, but in the end, he fell short.

The snow leopard roared wildly under the tree, and in a fit of rage, it even kept hitting the tree with its head. However, as time passed, it bled more and more, and became weaker and weaker, and slowly regained its senses, and after howling a few times unwillingly, it picked up the leftover wolf under the tree and hurried away.

Al leaned against the branch, gasping for air. His eyes were full of stars, the scene in front of him was completely blurred, his whole body was torn in pain, his limbs were constantly twitching, the wound on his back was still bleeding a lot, and the whole person looked broken and scarred, without the appearance of a nobleman at all. However, after all, Al survived, and although it was tragic and costly, he survived! and defeated the snow leopard. Al couldn't help but look up to the sky and let out a long roar, and the young man's clear and wild voice spread through the woods, not arrogant, nor deep and domineering, it was the high spirits of the boy, the impassioned spirit of the boy! He not only defeated the snow leopard, but also defeated the god of death and defeated himself.

After a short rest, Al climbed down the tree, took the medicine out of the hole and smeared it on his back, then cut part of his clothes into strips of cloth to bandage his wounds, and for the rest of the day, he would continue to move in animal skins. After treating the wound, Al took out the Yuan Stone and began to practice magic in a race against time, he had a hunch that after a life-and-death battle, he could make a certain breakthrough. His body was chilled from excessive blood loss, and he was extremely tired both physically and mentally after the battle, and Al wanted to find a place to sleep now. But he still insisted on his perception element, which was the best time to exercise and could not be wasted. Al is like a spinning top that is constantly whipped and spun, never resting until he reaches his destination or is tired of his frolicking fate.

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Heading west from Thorn Castle into the depths of the Screaming Snowfield, this is a place that humans would never want to set foot in. The cold wind howled through the mountains, causing a burst of crying that made people want to cover their ears. The earth and the mountains are covered in white, only the mountains are occasionally dotted with other colors, moss and edelweiss survive tenaciously in the stone crevices, and extremely rare cedars and snow-capped poplars rise between the slopes, it is this plant that feeds the yaks and goats in the mountains, and also indirectly feeds the winter wolves, snow leopards and other magical beasts, here is the most vibrant place in the mourning snowfield, here is the Weeping Mountains.

There was an angry roar and shouts in response to each other from the mountains, a huge snow bear and three orcs were fighting, when the first orc was more than four meters tall, the muscles of the whole body were as hard as iron, shining with the luster of metal in the sun, the bulging arms were thicker than the whole body of a big man in the Western Realm, and his lower limbs were completely the soles of the snow bear, which was his bestiality. Carrying a formidable axe on his back, it looks like it can even break through the gates of human cities. Hideous green tendons tangle in the muscles. This orc hammered his chest, and his already majestic body was actually huge again, holding a huge bone shield in both hands, and directly resisted the charge of the snow bear, which was eight meters tall and infinitely powerful!

"Hands-on. A deep voice commanded.

The orcs who had been preparing for a long time next to him used a frighteningly long rope to accurately lasso the snow bear, and the live buckle was tightened to firmly strangle the snow bear, and the rope was mixed with the hair of the female orcs of the entire tribe and the hair of the winter wolf, soft and tough. The three of them worked together to drag the snow bear to the ground. The strongest orc stepped on the head of the struggling snow bear, lifted a huge axe and cut off the bear's head.

"Vidum!" The two orcs next to it cheered its name.

The three orcs dragged the snow bear towards the tribe together, and Vedum's figure still looked majestic, but his steps were not as powerful as before, and beads of blood oozed from his tough skin. Even if he is as strong as him, he will never go unscathed when he collides with a snow bear. But he could not rest, and he had to continue to hunt, and the children and elders of the entire orc tribe needed to eat. He was Vidum, the mightiest warrior of all orcs, and the pain and exhaustion couldn't slow him down, and he had to keep walking, fighting.

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The city of Radiance, the streets are always full of noisy people, and the city is always lively. Rococo, Baroque, Gothic, all kinds of ornate buildings compete for beauty, and wealthy people always want their mansions to look different. However, the most magnificent is undoubtedly the Cathedral of the Divine Grace in the heart of the city. The largest church in St. Teresa is filled with daily chants and prayers. However, just a few hundred meters behind this glorious cathedral has strangely formed a no-man's land, where a square building is built, and the whole building is as simple as a square box. Although there was a badge of the Holy Religion on the wall, not only did no one go to pray, not even the clergy. This is the Inquisition of the Holy Religion.

Down the building, through a long spiral stone staircase, to the deepest part of the earth. There were several small rooms sealed with iron doors, and that was where the most dangerous heretics stayed, the black prison of the Inquisition.

In a small dark room, an old man with a sloppy appearance was closing his eyes and recuperating. He has a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose, it seems that because he is always frowning, the eyebrows are deeply sunken into a Sichuan shape, because there is no sunlight for a long time, the whole person looks extremely pale, which makes the old man look more and more old.

Through the iron door, a voice came: "Levi, it's still the same sentence, as long as you promise to give up elemental research, I can promise to let you out." The voice is the same old, a little tired and a little sad in the indifference.

Old Levy grinned: "Keep coming and asking, aren't you annoyed, presiding judge, you know, my answer will not change." ”

There was a sigh outside the iron gate, and no sound was heard.

"Presiding Judge, why have I never seen you pray, and you have never made me repent?" asked Levi suddenly, quietly outside the iron gate, not knowing if the Judge was unwilling to answer or if he had already left.

Levi closed his eyes for a moment, and then lay down on the simple bed, and if anyone could look closer, they could see that the gray wall was covered with small marks and symbols. In this dungeon, the method of counting the days with nicks is useless, and slowly the sense of time is completely disordered, and even the memories in his brain are gradually forgotten, Levi uses his fingernails to slowly carve various magic models on the wall, all kinds of his own thoughts about the elements. Using the method of imagination to maintain his own research on the elements, or in other words, to maintain his own thinking.

Perhaps the most painful thing in this world is living and forgetting. Forgotten by the whole world, forgotten by the whole world.

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In the deepest part of a dimly lit cavern, the torches propped up on the wall make a "crackling" sound. A man curled up on the bed, moaning in agony. His body was firmly tied, and his mouth was stuffed with strips of cloth so that he would not bite his tongue if he was unconscious. The man was naked, his toned body was full of green muscles, and the muscles of his body kept changing shapes, which looked very weird. A handsome face was distorted to the extreme, and it was hard to imagine what kind of pain he was suffering. There were several people serving next to the bed, and some kept wiping away the blood from the man's body with a towel. No one spoke, and they all seemed to be worried about the man.

Time passed little by little in the man's moaning, and finally the moaning stopped, and the blood on the man's body was no longer there, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that this level was over. An old man hurriedly pulled the strip of cloth from the man's mouth: "Young master, how are you feeling now?"

"Keep injecting. The hoarse voice continued to issue simple commands.

"Young Master, if you continue to perform bloodline fusion, your body will probably not be able to withstand it. The old man was taken aback and hurriedly persuaded him.

The man didn't speak, just stared at the old man. His turquoise pupils glowed green in the dimness, revealing a hint of madness, a hint of cruelty. A person who is cruel to himself is certainly more cruel to others.

The old man lowered his head in fright, not daring to look him in the eye again, "Follow your will." ”

After a while, the muffled moans of a man could be heard from the cave.

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Life is an eternal endeavor, the effort to survive, the effort to maintain oneself, the effort to realize one's ambitions, and the heavy striving. Maybe even hard work is a so-called talent, but as long as you beat yourself yesterday, you may regret it, but you will never regret it.