"Then you don't want to kill me, friend!" Hearing the sarcastic words of himself, Adya, the centaur staff member who had been waiting for death with his eyes closed, opened his eyes and retorted viciously. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ardya's eyes widened when he saw that against the backdrop of the raging flames, a tall, thin half-elf dressed in black and covered with a black scarf stood beside Cesar, the commander of the Thousand Division, who had long since become an undead creature, using a thin sword as a crutch, and looked at him indifferently.

"You're smart, then I'm not going to talk nonsense, you have to die, I have to give some greetings to the lord of Iris City, your corpse is a good gift, but if your attitude is a little better, then, I'll leave you with a whole corpse, otherwise, you know...... Friend!" Wang Xu was not verbose, and directly explained his intentions, after all, he was a really smart person in front of him.

"I think it's a kind of irony to be praised by you as a smart person, hey......" After a long sigh, the centaur staff member Adya stood up from the ground with difficulty, stared down into Wang Xu's eyes, and said angrily: "We are all planted in your hands, aren't you afraid that I will die with you!"

"Heh, heh, heh......" Wang Xu shook his head slightly, and after smiling disdainfully, he looked up at Edya, who was more than half a section taller than himself, about three meters tall, and said sarcastically: "You are 10,000 at the same time, I don't care about it, just you, what else do you want to do, if I guess correctly, you should only have the strength of a high-level fighter, unfortunately, you are injured, and it is not light, so, in my judgment, your strength at the moment is about the level of a middle-level fighter." ”

After a pause and a sneer, Wang Xu raised the cracked steel sword in his hand, pointed at the centaur general Cesar standing next to him with the tip of the sword, and said in a low voice: "This, you know, it's called Cesar, right, I killed it with my own hands, you don't think it's fiercer than it, hehe......"

As he spoke, a layer of purple Dou Qi light appeared on the stainless steel thin sword raised by Wang Xu, and this color of Dou Qi represented Wang Xu's identity as a Dou Sheng-level martial artist second only to the Fighting God.

"Dou Sheng!" Edya, a very knowledgeable centaur staff, after glancing at the purple fighting qi on the thin sword, turned his gaze to Wang Xu and asked in a deep voice, "What do you want to know?"

"Eh, that's good, it's a pleasure to talk to a smart person, and you won't rush and fight aimlessly like this fool," Wang Xu glanced at Cesar, a centaur general who was already an undead creature, and then, he withdrew the stainless steel sword in his hand, propped it on the ground, and then also put away the purple fighting qi covered by the sword, and then asked in a low voice again: "Who are you leading the way?"

"I can answer your question without reservation, if you are not satisfied, you can kill me directly, but you don't want to be sarcastic about me anymore, satirizing a dying person, losing your identity," Centaur staff member Adya answered Wang Xu's question after answering Wang Xu's question: "We are General Shappel's subordinates, General Shappel, the nephew of our Great Chief." ”

"Okay, I won't be sarcastic about you, dying man!" Wang Xu nodded lightly at Adya, which was the only wish he had before he died, "Oh, it seems that your general is an incompetent nobleman, and his incompetence has also affected you." ”

"You're wrong, General Shapur is the best of the younger generation of generals of our centaur tribe, there is no one!" Edya, a centaur staff, said another sentence to Wang Xu, but Wang Xu didn't mind this sentence, because Edya's attitude showed its loyalty.

"Yes, the best generals of your younger generation have all failed in my hands to achieve this virtue, it can be seen that the future of your tribe is worrying, maybe, one day on a whim, I will slaughter your tribe, hehe......" Wang Xu replied to Edya in a disdainful tone, this time, Wang Xu did not satirize it, it was Shapur who was not sarcastic about life and death.

"I'll admit that no one in our centaur race is your match in terms of tactics," Edya said in a deep voice, "and it's not so easy for you to slaughter our tribe, not every time, we'll be as careless as this time." ”

"Okay, let's stop talking nonsense, let's get down to business, I want to know, what is the name of the god-level array mage sent by the Naga Sea Clan, and how strong is it?" Wang Xu asked the question he wanted to ask the most.

"I don't know the strength, but I know the name, it's called Miao!" replied Adya honestly.

"Female?" Wang Xu raised his eyebrows and asked again.

"Yes!" replied decisively, her eyes showing that no matter how you look at it, it is not lying.

"Oh......" After listening to Adya's answer, Wang Xu raised his left hand, held his chin, lowered his eyes and began to think.

"I want to ask you some questions?" Edya, the centaur staff, suddenly spoke, interrupting Wang Xu's thoughts.

"Ask, just ask, as for whether I answer or not, it depends on the situation......" Wang Xu raised his head, looked up at Adya, and after pursing his lips slightly, he responded to it.

"Are you Lenio Wharton?" Eda stared at Wang Xu with blazing eyes, and asked in a deep voice, "The sixth son of the Elven King, the lord of Hill City?"

"Yes!" Wang Xu replied very dryly.

"Oh, no wonder, then, did you really kill 50,000 snowfield orc wolf cavalry in half an hour?" Edya spoke again, asking a new question.

"Almost, it should be less than half an hour, about fifteen minutes......" Wang Xu replied more simply.

......After listening to Wang Xu's words, Edya exhaled a long breath and said to Wang Xu solemnly: "If, what I said is if, my family turns to you, can you spare my people when you slaughter the centaur tribe?"

"This ...... Are you trying to be treacherous?" Wang Xu looked at the centaur Adya in surprise and asked him suspiciously.

"No, I will never be an enemy of my own race," Adya explained with a painful expression, "If I face a mortal situation, I can't watch my family follow the funeral and ignore it, to be honest, I don't approve of cooperating with the demon race, after all, they are all outsiders, at least, the elves are still the indigenous race of our Loren world!"

"You're still a visionary, but it's a pity that you were born in a short-sighted centaur race, and you wasted your foresight," Wang Xu pouted and thought for a few seconds, then replied, "Okay, I promise you, as long as your family takes refuge in me, I promise that my forces will not touch them." ”

"Yes, I believe you," said Adya, who sent Wang Xu a palm-sized, bright silver shield-shaped Mithril token.

Glancing at the three horseshoe prints of different sizes engraved on the token, Wang Xu put away the token.

At this moment, a huge figure, with the smell of fireworks, roared and howled, and flew out of the wall of fire, and it was charred and blackened.

Seeing that figure, Edya, who had a calm expression and was waiting for death, suddenly widened his eyes and exclaimed, "General Sharpell......" (To be continued. )