The ascetic Carol was hiding in this small hole in the ground, and he had to curl up like a bedbug in the gutter to barely hide his whole body in the hole, and then restrain all his breathing and heartbeat, so that he could escape from the thousands of trolls and escape the trolls. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"All of these heretics should be purified, and the entire underworld should not exist. The ascetic Cairol cursed loudly in his heart, as if such a curse could lead to the divine punishment of the god of light, destroying everything in the entire underworld.

It was the first time that the ascetic Kairol had been promoted to a legendary powerhouse and had been injured so badly, or since he had chased that little dwarf into this terrible underworld, it was the beginning of his nightmare.

He remembered very well that just as he was about to catch up with the fat black dragon and kill the little dwarf heretic, the giants who had fallen into madness came upon him.

The boulder, which was bigger than the hands of an adult, was thrown up like a pebble thrown by those giants, and the accuracy of the head was terrifying, even if Carol relied on his flexible body to dodge most of it, he was still smashed by a boulder in the chest and vomited blood.

This is nothing, the magic of those giants with magical element talent is the biggest threat, although the strength of those elemental giants is not more than level 20, but after the amazing magic power contained in that huge size is cast, the terrifying range and density make Carol suffer enough.

Therefore, Lord Kairol, a believer in the God of Light who firmly believed, fled with shameful injuries all over his body.

"I'm not cowardly, but I'm going to be useful enough to eliminate the little dwarf who poses the greatest threat to the presiding judge's growth, and the little dwarf must be purified. The legendary powerhouse Carol can only comfort himself like this, but he is very aggrieved in his heart.

It was this suppressed sense of grievance in his heart that made the ascetic Lord Kairol encounter the small cities established by two trolls in a row, and completely purified the heretics of these two small towns, but it was also like this, his appearance and whereabouts were discovered by the trolls.

So the ascetic Lord Carol was completely tragic, a human legendary powerhouse covered in injuries faced another intact troll legendary powerhouse, plus a thousand troll elite hunters who were at least level 10 or above, and there was no suspense at all in the ending.

If it weren't for the trolls' intention to catch him alive, even if the ascetic Kairol played all his hole cards, he might not be able to escape from Ascension, but even if he barely escaped now, he was hit hard by the legendary powerhouse of the trolls, and he was injured and injured, and now he was almost to the point of running out of oil and lamps.

Carol understands that if he doesn't make it, he will soon return to the arms of the great god of light, and his firm faith allows him to face the impending death calmly, but he still has great unwillingness in his heart if he doesn't kill the little dwarf Modo, and he knows in his heart that as long as the little dwarf has a chance to grow up, it will definitely be a big trouble for the Temple of Light in the future.

"If that little dwarf could appear in front of me, I would do anything to kill him, even if it would send my soul to the abyss and hell. Carol prayed reverently.

Then it seemed that the great god of light had finally sent down a miracle, and the ascetic actually felt that the little dwarf was not far from him.

When chasing and killing the little dwarf, he casually threw a tracking magic on the little dwarf's body, this magic can last for more than a month, during this time, as long as the other party is within his hundred miles, he can feel the other party's existence, so that the other party has nothing to hide.

Quickly retreated from the cave where he was hiding, and then ran ghostly to the location of the little dwarf, the ascetic Kairol's face was covered with an abnormal flush, he knew that this was a sign of a return to light, but he couldn't care so much.

He hadn't gone far before he saw the fat dragon and the damn little dwarf in the low air.

"Haha, I didn't expect your life to be easy. "Carole, who was hiding to observe his opponent, was filled with inexplicable pleasure in his heart, because the appearance of his opponent seemed to be bad recently.

Whether it is a fat dragon or a little dwarf is wrapped in a thick bandage, the original snow-white bandage is now covered with mottled bloodstains, and Carol seems to be able to smell the strong smell of blood, the fat dragon is flying effortlessly at a low altitude, and the little dwarf's face is full of anxiety, and he looks back from time to time, as if he is worried that there will be pursuers behind him at any time.

Seeing this, the ascetic was relieved, he was still a little worried that after the fat dragon and the little dwarf recovered, he was not an opponent at all in his current state, but now! Today is definitely the day of the death of the little dwarf and the fat black dragon.

"Heretics, go to hell!" the ascetic Cairol stabbed out of his hiding place, chanting the slogan of judgment for heresy, and shot like lightning at the little dwarf in the air.

Sure enough, just as Carol had expected, the little dwarf tried to flee in a panic, but the fat dragon was not as perverted as it had been.

With the pleasure of slaying a strong enemy, the legendary powerhouse Lord Kairol quickly caught up with the slow, reptile-like fat dragon, and then he saw the irrepressible smile on the little dwarf's face.

"Not good!" As soon as Kairol realized that something was wrong, the heavy mountain-like attack of the little dwarf Modo, and the dragon's saliva like dragon breath in the sky, enveloped the figure of the legendary powerhouse Kairol.

A dozen minutes later, when the nearest team of troll hunters heard the movement and rushed over, they saw only a charred and tattered human corpse.

In the dimly lit Inquisition of the Hall of Light, a quiet and somewhat frightening hall, in addition to hundreds of busts, only five faint oil lamps were lit, and these five oil lamps were all placed in front of the five busts at the very end of the position, and the last one was resolutely the appearance of the ascetic Carol.

A young monk on duty was napping with his chin propped up, and suddenly he vaguely felt that the light that was not bright became even more dim, he opened his eyes, and then found an astonishing scene, representing the oil lamp of the soul fire of the ascetic Lord Carol, one of the only five legendary powerhouses in the Inquisition.

He suddenly screamed in shock, and then the entire inquisition was awakened by the deafening sound of bells, a large number of ascetics walked out of their small rooms, a large number of old women stopped their endless prayers, and a large number of martial arts women stopped their almost self-harming cultivation in their hands.

A shocking news spreads that the legendary powerhouse, Lord Carol, has returned to the embrace of the god of light.