Hilton was on horseback, quickly swinging his knife, slashing the orcs who were blocking his progress, bursting out with the murderous aura of God blocking and killing God, and Buddha blocking and killing Buddha. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

This curse is planted by himself, and he should solve it by himself, if he had been more ruthless, he would have killed the little werewolf.

How could this Karsos Empire encounter such a catastrophe, or if Chu Ye still didn't leave and disappeared.........

"No, you don't have to blame yourself, this is just fate, your country has rotted from the roots. Pol is dead, and there will be another Bol. "Even if there is no Gamma Empire, there will be another Gamma Empire, and you have no power to return to the sky." ”

"I know that just by cutting down that little werewolf at that time, the empire will slow down the pace of destruction, not as quickly as it is now. Hilton said.

"Chu Ye is gone, and your position as chief minister has been deposed. Don't you understand that Gattuso, who doesn't know anything, will lead the troops into battle? The old emperor has been jealous of you, afraid of you........." Bloody roared angrily.

"I know, that old guy is a white-eyed wolf, isn't he afraid that I will usurp the throne? ”

"If you know, why are you still working for this dying country!" asked Blood. "Blood, because it's my country! Lao Tzu is very patriotic. Hilton took a drag on his cigarette and continued, "Alright, blood, no more nonsense!

There were several orcs in front of him blocking Hilton's path. "Damn, look for death!" Hilton thought contemptuously, holding his pipe in his mouth.

"Hurry, stop this old immortal, stop, stop, stop......"

A "whoosh" knife.

The first orc to block Hilton was cut in two, and the upper and lower bodies were directly separated, and the scene was extremely bloody.

"Young people nowadays really don't know how to respect the old and love the young!" Hilton scolded in a sullen voice.

Far from frightening the other orcs, this slain orc.

The smell of blood irritated the other orcs.

came to stop Hilton again, and the orcs that Hilton stopped were not all fatal with a single knife, cut in half, split, and separated from the head and body. The knife is deadly, and the knife is ruthless. The battle-hardened old rascals really didn't build it. The movements are light and elegant, as if you were writing calligraphy.

These shrimp soldiers and crabs will not hurt Hilton at all.

At the same time, Pol also galloped in on horseback.

"It's really annoying! I don't want to cut you down, go find your king!" Hilton roared, killing another one by the way.

Coming, coming, the sound of hurried horses' hooves was heard through the ground.

"Get out of the way, you inferior orcs! This man belongs to the king! Get out of the way!"

Pol's roar resounded through the sky.

Everyone involuntarily made a way for their king to retreat, and the king's order did not dare to disobey. The low-level orcs who were fighting with Hilton in front of them also quickly retreated.

Hilton watched as the face of the man, dressed in a black power suit, was obscured by a fierce golden mask with angry eyes.

I don't know what it looks like under that countenance. But seeing this posture, it must be Bohr.

The two horses came together and glared angrily. The men on horseback had not yet fought, and the two horses seemed to be unable to contain their anger.

Hilton took a puff of the cigarette from his pipe, slowly opened his mouth and asked, "You are the king of the Boll Gamma Empire." ”

Pol was stunned, and said slowly: "Yes, what, no!" "If yes, I'll kill you, it's not as simple as letting you go." Hilton's face was gloomy, not knowing what kind of face was under the golden mask, "I wonder if your Excellency can take off the mask and let me see the honorable face?" Hilton exhaled his cigarette.

The reason why Hilton was so desperate to know what he looked like was because high-level orcs were completely indistinguishable from humans. In this way, you can roughly estimate what kind of combat power this person has.

"Dignity doesn't count, I don't want to take off my mask, as for Pol?" Pol snorted coldly and said, "I'll tell you a story, once upon a time, there was a high-ranking werewolf who came to a small town, that is called Royce Town. The high-ranking orcs were able to liberate the enslaved orcs of the town and occupy the town. Later, the powerful Karsos Empire, believing that there had been a riot in the town, sent a large army to suppress it. ”

"You're Pol!" Hilton looked at the thin figure, like a fragile girl, but the voice was so rough and unpalatable.

"What's the hurry, Chief Minister of Hilton, isn't it good to listen to me tell the story? It's a very good story, and then the high-ranking orc desperately tried his child to escape. But the stupid little orc ......" voice became a little sobbing, a little like a cry.

Hilton took over the conversation and opened his mouth to say, "Then the stupid little werewolf ran back again, despite the dissuasion of the servants. After a pause, "Then the servant was also killed!

"Hehe, it's quite touching!" said Pol, "Chief Minister of Hilton!"

"You must be Pol!" Hilton tightened his grip on the reins and swung his knife at the gallop. "That's right!" Bolton leaped from his horse, taking Hilton's blade with his bare hands.

"That's good! little thing!" Hilton's eyes widened, "You can take my blood with both hands!" His face turned cold, "How many people have eaten!"

A terrible smile overflowed from the corner of Pol's mouth, and he didn't answer, wanting to snatch the knife, but Hilton was not a vegetarian, how could he let Pol take away his spiritual weapon.

"Little thing, do you still want to destroy my blood, my spiritual weapon is as hard as my heart!"

The knife can't be snatched.

The thin body suddenly erupted with amazing power, and there was a bang.

The horses screamed. A tearing roar was heard. Hilton fell from his horse and fell into the mud. "Hilton, it looks like you're really old!

Hilton sprang up from the ground and slashed at it.

Bol's thin legs lifted slightly.

The knife came off his hand.

Something that has never happened before Hilton's eyes.

The blood formed a perfect arc in the sky, and then stuck in the ground

"Hilton, I've had enough, I want to kill you...," Pol said.

Hilton was stunned for a moment.

Bol took an arrow step and tried to strangle Hilton.

But it was a failure.

"Dean!Dean!" Liu Dalong dodged the swift blow as Hilton threw him to the ground.

Qiao shirt and Amway followed.

If you don't like it, please don't look at it, please don't spray me. Come back from work every day.,Code words are really tired.,2 months have been insisting until now.,It's not easy, and please don't spray me.。 That's enough, as for what is the structure of this novel, and how to write it? I can only say that I haven't read the novel, I'm a dead house. It's all modeled after comics. The only goal now is to finish the book.

(To be continued.) )