"Little ferret, this princess loves you to death!" the mermaid princess was so excited that her blonde hair jumped, and she screamed without inhibitions. The pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info fingers skillfully stroked, and the neatly stacked clam shells in the satchel made a crisp hitting sound, and a palm-sized yellow-brown clam shell jumped into her hand. Dora Eppo the seahorse took a step forward, and Mirien rubbed open the mussel shell, and a stream of water vapor with the light of the water waves jumped out of it, pulling a sparkling six-pointed star in the air. The six-pointed star seemed to open a portal to a school of sardines, and water arrows gushed out like a resilient diatom and smashed into the hairy bear goblin.

The bear goblins, who were falling into a ball and sighing Oak, were rubbing mud on others, and dark red sunflowers bloomed on the black body hair and muddy raged clothes, and the shouts and curses of "Oak" came and went, and the stupid guys who pushed each other even forgot about the situation in front of them, and rolled in the mud by the neck, knocking down their companions who had already stood up and were about to rush up the slope in one go.

The water arrows falling from the sky interrupted the bear goblins' "why is it too anxious to fry each other", and the belly and back of the bear goblins who sold each other were exposed to the winter sun without covering. In the puff of receiving the goods, the bear goblin left a dark stamp, flying in the body hair, and exchanged the water for blood flowers.

Miriam used the shell scroll to summon an upgraded version of the "Water Arrow Shooting", which instantly warmed up the feelings between the bear goblins, and the righteous spirit of the robbers like the sky and clouds at this time was vividly displayed in an instant, and the bear goblins hugged each other tightly, shielding their companions from all harm with their bodies.

As the mussel shells shattered and the water arrow performance came to an end, the unusually cheerful bear goblins immediately pushed away the burden on their bodies and bounced off the ground like ancient goblin springs, chanting from the bottom of their hearts to depict the scene of "blood and dirt together".

"Oak!" "Oak!"

The bear goblins scrambled down the slope, as if to make room for a bigger stage for the blonde beauties they had been coveting.

The mermaid princess showed great dedication and enthusiasm, and once again played beautiful notes on the props with her fingertips, unleashing fireworks of water arrows that did not lose the front court, and presented them to the heartbeat of the bear goblin at the bottom of the slope without deviation.

The addition of another magician pushed the magic performance to another climax, and the bear goblin, whose feet did not obey, seemed to hear Marx's call, and stopped motionless in place to show great reverence, watching intently as a thorn brushed out of the countless footprints, and threw himself into the arms of a lucky companion with great enthusiasm. The impact of this ground thorn was so powerful that the lucky one who ran the fastest was immediately hit with blood, and even another bear goblin who jumped on its back was pushed into the air.

The trapeze artist couldn't help but dance his hands and feet to express his mood, and the "Song of Oak" burst out of his throat to announce the end of the performance.

The archers gave a precious curtain call with thorns, and their ingenious gift-giving technique gave the bear goblins the illusion of seeing Engels, and the thorns turned in an arc in the air beyond the imagination of the bear goblins, and sent them to the trapeze's heart with great accuracy.

This heartfelt salute caused the bear goblin in the air to fall into a coma and fall pitifully into the dirt, leaving a bright blood flower on its body as a final thank-you gift.

Excitement and excitement welled up in Denise's heart. For the first time, the Hogwarts student used magic to kill an enemy, the ugly enemy described in the book, as required by the textbook. Denise had finally completed the academy's trial goal on her own, and the apprentice magician, who had the strength of a junior magician, had expected to be excited, but a feeling of nausea slammed Denise's stomach and threw her back into the cave, her eyes blackened.

The nun put her arm on her peer's shoulder and sighed. Lillian's face did not show compassion that matched her profession, only the unbearable sincerity in her eyes told her mood and uneasiness. Although these people play the role of saviors when helping the land spirits, they are ruthless executioners in the face of enemy invasion. The poor and backward dress of the bear goblin, with a yellow and thin face, once again urged Lilaian to explore the heart of life.

The true meaning of life is not to kill, but where is it?

The scene of flesh and blood once again induced a sigh from the nun, as her deepest perception of this performance:

Magic is always the fastest power to rob life!

On the high slopes of the red clay, there are not only magicians who can make or break the course of a war, but also two of the best archery races on the continent of Lothama. The two formed the strongest long-range attack force in the Lothima continent, but in a matter of minutes, more than half of the fifty bear goblins who rushed up the slope fell in a pool of blood.

The three bear goblins who carried the table as shields were even more heavily named, and through the iron arrows in the wooden cracks, the eyes of the bear goblins were firmly embedded on the table.

Lilian couldn't help but let out another emotion.

Arrows are always unavoidable!

"Be careful!

The voice came from Hero, who was in charge of the vigilance, and alerted the mages and archers on the slopes who were boiling with war.

Mirien glanced distractedly, a pitch-black streamer was coming towards her, and the sound of the horse's hooves was particularly clear in the wail of the bear goblin!

"Humans are coming!"

Miriam couldn't help but think of the scar on her waist, like an ugly sea cucumber burrowing into her skin, and she forgot to cast a spell to defend herself.

The fastest reflex house shooter instantly shot the thorn thorns on the string towards the streamer to intercept it.

The thorns could not match the iron forged by the dwarves, and the thorns were broken in two, and the iron arrows were only slightly deflected, still aimed at Mirien.

Veron didn't hesitate to pull out the metal arrows he had on his back from the human merchants, but it was too late to fill the bow, and the centaur archer understood that the arrow didn't come from any bow at all, but a crossbow!

In order to make up for the lack of talent for bows and arrows, the Tran humans developed crossbow arrows, a kind of machine that is as powerful as any strong bow! However, the House archers felt that it was a product of human laziness, and the appearance of crossbows allowed many people to obtain good long-range attack capabilities without having to work hard for years to specialize. The House shooter is confident that he won't lose his arrows to any crossbow in a head-to-head duel.

However, most humans use crossbows for the purpose of sneak attacks, and being able to defeat crossbowmen who sneak up on them in the shadows is the target of centaur archers.

A figure came to the path of the arrow in time, and the Green Party monk Levine swept his body diagonally, and the membranous wings behind him fluttered like a flag. The Green Party Sword Saint crossed his arms in front of his chest, and the bone blade that grew on his arm instantly popped out, drawing two crossed bright cross arcs in the air.

The tip of the arrow slammed into the intersection, and after a crisp clang, the dwarven forged arrow turned into a bald pen, with a cross-shaped groove on it, and the section was smooth and shiny, and everyone thought that the arrow could be handed over to the hobbit to use as a barbecue fork.

A drop of sweat fell from the tip of Levin's nose, and it was dripping on the arrow, and the sound of the water droplets evaporating instantly told everyone how fast the mantis monk's knife was!

Levin was a little breathless, during the days when he was a monk, he participated in the mysteries of the Buddha every day, and became a monk who recited the scriptures. Although the cultivation of the mind has not fallen, and even improved a lot because of the calm and calm enlightenment, the monk Sword Saint believes that his cultivation today is more than ten times more advanced than when he was a fledgling at the beginning. But because of becoming ascetics, the Green Party Sword Saints have not experienced the line of life and death for many years, and the power that bursts out of their bodies in an instant cannot keep up with the idea of refinement.

At this moment, Levin somewhat understood why the priest and the magician obviously had strong force, but their physical fitness was inferior to that of an ordinary person.

A small group of men and horses stopped at the foot of the red clay slope, all with chain mail, hanging knives from their waists, and crossbows in their hands.

All human bandits!

"What a handsome skill!" said Gorm, who had no arrows in his crossbow, laughing, his black teeth baring as if he was not only biting roses, but also breaking the necks of the Greens.

Despite his aggressive smile, Gorm was still suspicious of the green-skinned Beamon swordsman. "I don't see the mantis sword, but I hear the name of the mantis", every samurai who uses a sword has heard the name of the mantis sword saint, the difference is that some people scoff at it, and some people respect it like a god. Although Gorm was accustomed to using daggers, like the swordsman Barry, he admired the Mantis Swordmaster. There are not many people in Hogwarts, who are known as the "pride of mankind", who have won the title of Juggernaut, but the title of "Mantis Juggernaut" belongs to the Beamon Green Party!

The perfect arc of the "arc cross slash" that stopped the crossbow arrows was a quarter of a circle! Its attack was so swift that the intersection of the two arcs was no different from the tip of the speeding arrow! Its sword skills were so powerful that even the fine iron forged by the dwarves could cut sparks! All of them warned the dozen or so humans present that the sword skills of this mantis sword master had reached what kind of realm.

Even so, Gorm laughed. Although the bone blade of the Mantis Juggernaut has nine teeth, it is still on the arm, indicating that this mantis has not really reached the "Juggernaut" level. Legend has it that the mantis Juggernaut will naturally fall off the bone blade on his arm when he reaches that point, because "the unity of man and sword" is the sign of Juggernaut!

"I decided to sharpen a pair of scissors from your arm bones to trim the ****!" Gorm's fingers stroked the leather that was hidden outside the medicine gourd, defiantly.

The human robber let out a burst of laughter.

This is not a mockery, human bandits respect such swordsmen, but it is still a pleasure to be able to mentally and psychologically suppress their opponents in a live battle.

"Who are you, what are you doing here, this is the territory of the Beamon Sacrifice!" Hogarth grabbed in front of Mirien's water arrow, taking the lead.

Miriam raised an eyebrow, the mermaid princess was trying to sneak up.

Lalandia's hand holding the bow trembled, and the forest elves hated humans. When I saw the hairpin of one of the robbers with intricately carved patterns and symbols, my hatred deepened. This elf-style pattern is only engraved on the bow handle!

Lillian pulled Denise and shrunk back into the cavern, neither of the two human chicks expected to meet their own kind here. The nun's instinct told her that this would not happen. Perhaps the appearance of the human girl will give the robbers a valid reason.

Elder Crassus sighed and held the spider that had jumped on his belly to his chest. He once warned the leader to be careful of the Misty Valley, but he didn't expect the other party to come to the door first.

"We are wolves in the mist, smelling the scent of the red clay slopes, and have come to take the lost Little Red Riding Hood away from the robber's den. Barry drew his Gumon saber and slashed off the head of a bear goblin who had escaped from his side.

After a sharp knife draw, ten headless bear goblins collapsed beside the horses.

"It's just a magician, whoever retreats again, those hundreds of heads in the Corson Hills will be cut in two!"

Blood and threats immediately suppressed the bear goblin.