Never underestimate the brain circuits of these demons, because you will never know where the lower limit of these demons is, and sometimes Birmingham even wonders if these demons have burned out their brains due to drinking too much magma, otherwise it is difficult to explain their accuracy. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Did I hear me right, did you just say let's fly straight up?"

"Of course, my lord, of course, fly up, or would you have any better ideas?" Tatalie blinked, puzzled by Birmingham's question.

"No, don't you think it's against your martial arts spirit?"

"My lord, I think you have a misunderstanding of the spirit of martial arts, I am standing here to implement my own spirit of martial arts, since the spirit of martial arts has been implemented, it is natural to put the task first. The female elf's face was serious, but with her expression that never changed, Birmingham didn't feel a solemn atmosphere at all.

Of course, Birmingham can't feel Tatari's martial arts spirit, the most important thing is that he didn't see a little martial arts spirit from Tatarlie's approach, hey, you are obviously saying hello to show respect, this is a commonly used taunting routine, but looking at Tatalie's expression, you know that she is really doing this for her martial arts spirit.

But you just said that you were disrespectful to Mrs. Sehuan because you flew up directly, and it violated your martial arts spirit, and now you say that you want to fly up from here, are you kidding me?

Regardless of whether Tatali was teasing Birmingham or not, when Birmingham came to his senses, he was already in Tatarlie's arms, and compared to the previous flight, this time Birmingham could clearly ask Tatali about the scent of grass on his body, and also saw the fine sweat on Tatarlie's forehead.

"Hey, Tatarlie, don't you like summer?"

"Yes, my lord, how do you know, although I am not a Corruptor now, I don't talk about what is in front of me now, but as an ultramarine elf, my favorite thing is the cool autumn days, and my favorite thing is to walk through the small green paths. ”

Tatali, the elf, flapped her wings, and the two of them drifted farther and farther away from each other in the blazing desert.

"Hehe, sure enough, your martial arts spirit can't withstand a hot weather!" Birmingham's eyes were blank, and his heart was becoming more and more hopeless about the actions of the demons.

The trajectory of Tatali's flight suddenly paused, and then continued to flapping her wings casually, but the frequency of the flapping was significantly faster, and a rare touch of red appeared on her fair face, but it was not very clear in the hot weather.

However, this pause still made Birmingham feel it, but now Birmingham has lost hope in this corrupted elf, and he is now sad about the big head of the demon race, Gafenri, how the poor evil god has expanded his territory in a situation full of pig teammates.

Just when the two of them were thinking differently, on the vast yellow sand, a huge sound suddenly remembered, the thin yellow sand scattered in all directions, like a golden sun flower blooming on the desert, but what came out of the flower was not the fragrance, but a thick body, a creature like a cow's intestines was revealed from under the yellow sand, the body like a cow's intestines was about ten meters long, even Birmingham in mid-air could not see the appearance of its whole body, the milk-like milky white skin was full of folds, layer by layer, until the top of the creature, slender tentacles waved at the top, a huge eye buried deep in the milky flesh, and the other rooted in the blazing desert.

"McLeer Death Bug!" The dangerous name suddenly sounded in Birmingham's mind, this white monster is a well-known death monster, Michael Death Bug, while seeing this monster, the female man Sword Spirit was very dutiful to tell Birmingham the details of this monster.

McLeer Death Worm is a kind of desert-like monster discovered by biologist McLer in 1677 in the Pan-Continental General Calendar, although the appearance of this monster is like a worm, but unlike worms, Death Worm has a huge eye, and it is this eye that makes Death Worm ascend to the throne of one of the deadliest monsters, and the Eye of Thunder is the best description of the eye of Death Worm.

The thunder with the thickness of the arm burst out from the dark green pupils of the death bug, drawing a beautiful arc and a faint smell in the sky, Tatali faced the sudden attack of the death bug, she couldn't dodge in mid-air, and was directly swept by this thunder from the wings, and the scorching smell instantly came out from Tatarlie's back, Birmingham didn't have time to say anything, he felt that his body was descending rapidly, fortunately, the accuracy of this death bug was not good, but it hit Tatalie's back, so when the two were about to land, the female elf Tatali suddenly flapped her wings, and the scarlet blood sounded from Tatalie's back with a violent tearing sound, which also made the two of them fall down and fall on the soft sand.

As soon as he landed, Birmingham didn't care about the impact he received when he fell, the whole person immediately turned over and stood up, picked up the long sword in his hand, and easily held Tatali's body in his arms, the whole person's fast hind legs, just Birmingham just had less than ten meters or so of the hind legs, a slender tail vertebra stretched out from the place where the two fell, the slender tail vertebrae were covered with sharp barbs, under the sunlight, like a bright mirror, shaking the eyes painful.

The death insect missed a blow, and the whole body fell suddenly, stirring up a large amount of yellow sand, under the cover of the yellow sand, the death insect of about ten meters buried its body into the sand again, and the sea of sand seemed to be calm in an instant.

Birmingham is not naïve to think that the death bug has lost interest in hunting, on the contrary, it is a precursor to its start to eat, playing prey is a pre-meal exercise that every powerful predator loves, although it is very unpleasant to be used as food, but when he sees Tatarlie's back, Birmingham's unhappiness also turns into worry.

The flesh and blood behind the smooth were already blurred, and when they fell, both of them fell on the sand, and at this moment, a grain of fine sand clinged to Tatarlie's wound like a leech, and the black left wing was also torn open a large opening, and the thick blood seeped into the sand along the wound, leaving only a piece of coagulated blood spots, and the wound on the left wing Birmingham naturally knew the reason for its formation, and when it was about to fall, Tatalie's sudden flap of wings was reflected in a wound.

"My lord, my subordinates didn't take good care of me and let my adults down. Tatali sighed, sweat the size of a bean condensing in her bun.

Tatali's self-blame made Birmingham suddenly speechless, so he had to silently help Tatali up, looking at the empty sea of sand, the long sword in his hand tightened and tightened, and finally determined one thing in his heart, this corrupted elf is really a tendon.

Violent shocks once again came from the feet of the two of them, the fishy wind was everywhere, and the milky white body of the death insect broke through the ground again, but at this moment he was not facing Birmingham in mid-air who had no power to fight back, but the lord of conquest who raised his long sword and broke through the air, with a solemn face.