Almighty Cultivation Supreme

Morwritte struggled to calm her mind, and things changed beyond anyone's expectations. The vampire Merlin actually touched Redbeard's side first. But his choice was the simplest and crudest way. But if Jehovah's disciples were involved in Redbeard's camp, such a choice would only make things worse.

Cyrill's reputation was not good among the lords, and some of them welcomed the disciples of the Lord with enthusiasm, but the end result was that the realm soon fell into disarray, the lords were exiled, the corpses of the nobles hung high on birch trees to dry, and the barbarians sat in strong castles, inheriting beautiful handmaidens and shining treasures.

The gray dwarves fear that Redbeard is nothing more than a puppet of Yahweh's disciples, and that Merlin's adventure as a vampire becomes pointless. Instead, put yourself in danger.

Redbeard's safety and plans for the next attack on the Valley of the Dead are in everyone's interest.

"You don't think you're holding on to Redbeard!" Morgritte rearranged the stool and sat down as if nothing had happened, the face under the mask must have been so nervous that the gray dwarf could feel her hands trembling. "Hey, I have to say your luck is terrible, my maid you caught!"

The gray dwarf poured a cup of piping hot milk tea from the steaming stove, and after running all the way for so long, Mowglitte was really a little thirsty. The milk tea is just right, "It would be great if there was another plate of pastries!"

"They'll be here soon, my lord!" the red beard twitched, and a woman's gentle voice came from under the mask.

Merlin the Vampire dragged Redbeard back, but they were already close to the corner of the tent, and soon they were leaning against the tent, unable to retreat.

Trembling, Mowglitte made a gasping sound as she drank milk tea. Not at all like the style of a noble lord, the gray dwarf thinks that the more rude the better, so that in the eyes of the vampire Merlin it seems that he is worthy of the identity of Redbeard, a bandit leader, who should not drink milk tea without a sound at all.

Half of the time has passed in a cup of milk tea, and the pastries that Redbeard said have not yet been delivered. The grey dwarves decided not to wait any longer. He put down the remaining half of the milk tea and stretched out his hand to point at the captive in the hands of the vampire Merlin, "She is my favorite maid, if she is injured today, you will definitely not be able to escape, if you let her go, I will give you a fair chance to fight!"

"Don't lie to me, I'm the Redbeard in my hand!" said Merlin the Vampire.

"Hahaha," the gray dwarf laughed with his head raised, "It seems that the Wind Demon Wolf is not to be feared, boy, you don't think that wearing an eye patch is a one-eyed Bond, and the red one on the mask is a red beard!"

The panic in the eyes of the vampire Merlin flickered, and the gray dwarf's words hit the crux of the matter directly, everyone knows that Redbeard wears a mask, and there is a red beard under the mask, but there are many such masks, anyone can wear such a mask, but there is only one real redbeard, just like Merlin's own actions, he also wore an eyepatch some time ago, although it was the other party who mistook him for a one-eyed bond.

"Yes, I'm just an adult's handmaiden," Redbeard, who was under the control of the vampire Merlin, didn't dare to struggle too much, and spoke after feeling the vampire Merlin loosen a little, "I just secretly put on the mask of the adult, I really am not Redbeard." ”

"Shut up, stinking bitch!" the vampire Merlin roared in exasperation.

Morgaret sighed, "Such words and deeds are not like what a knight should do!"

"Die, I'm a robber, do you understand?"

"I wonder if I've recognized the wrong person!" Morkriet picked up the milk tea cup again, "How did you control the Storm Wolf, as far as I know, the Wind Wolf is famous in the wilderness, and you don't act like a proper leader at all!"

The gray dwarf's words directly hit the sore spot of the vampire, since he killed the one-eyed bond and sat on the leader of the wind wolf, he felt that this position was not easy, fortunately, the vampire's touch deterred most of the robbers who were about to move, and he killed some disobedient people at the beginning, but he still felt powerless in the following days, if it wasn't for that, he didn't have to sneak into Redbeard's camp himself and risk taking Redbeard's hostage. He needed a deterrent to the disobedient guys now, and catching Redbeard was undoubtedly the most intimidating.

"The leader of the Wind Demon Wolf should be a wolf, not a lion all the time, and if you behave as a lion, it will only keep the other demon wolves away from you. "The gray dwarf decided that his hasty decision was the most important reason for the current result, but things have come to this point, and there is no room for salvation, so they can only continue step by step.

However, Merlin was not expected to do anything big in the wilderness, and if it was used as a secret ride, it might be useful at a critical moment.

Merlin was originally just an unpopular young man under One-Eyed Bond, with red hair and a swaggering personality, and was not originally suitable to be the leader of the Wind Demon Wolf. If he was really a talent that could be cultivated, One-Eyed Bond wouldn't treat him like this. Merlin's unintentional refinement of weapons was the key to Merlin's turnaround, and after killing One-Eyed Bond, Merlin had a reasonable basis to ascend to the throne, but he was not a qualified leader of the Windwolf Wolves.

The gray dwarf's words swept through the bloodsucker's heart like thunder, "What do you want?"

"I'm thinking about you, let my maid go quickly, I'll give you a fair chance to fight, as long as you can win me, let you go!" Morkriet raised the double-edged giant axe behind him, the ruling was so conspicuous that others would remember it after seeing it once. It wouldn't be strange if it was a normal double-edged axe.

The Grey Dwarves were waiting for an opportunity, Merlin couldn't die here, that was the end of the matter. So it can't be delayed for too long, Mr. Two will wake up sooner or later, and Morgaret doesn't think that the bloodsucker Merlin alone can kill him from the intricate camp of Redbeard.

The barking of a domestic dog could be heard in the distance, and flickering lights appeared in the distance through the torn opening.

Merlin the Vampire kicked his captive away and disappeared into the gap in the tent.