The little boy just now found Lynch with a group of homeless men and shouted to his face: "That man has jerky on his body, according to the agreement, I will get a third, I said it first." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

A dozen people came, all young people in their teens, but the cruel living conditions made their methods not much worse than those of adults. The eldest young man frowned, and directly picked up the iron rod and walked up menacingly.

Then, when he saw the piece of leather paper on the ground that was still stained with oil, fire erupted from his eyes, and he glared fiercely, and said:

"Is that what you hidden? Hurry up and hand it over, say, how many more!"

The children who followed behind had a light in their eyes, staring at the oiled paper on the ground, and several of their bodies moved involuntarily, wanting to taste the oil again. The young man at the head glared angrily, stepped forward and picked up the oiled paper, chewing greedily, not letting go of a trace of taste.

Then, he walked up to the silent Lynch, kicked him hard, bared his teeth, and said, "What about the others? Hurry up, it can't be just that." ”

Subsequently, a group of people touched Lynch's body, but they didn't see anything to eat, and for the ring, they didn't even look at it, only food in their eyes.

In Turbulence, only food and strength are the common currency, and as for gold, they are just beautiful ores.

The boy quietly retreated, and if they knew that the food had been eaten for him, the fate would have been even worse.

However, Lynch pressed his lips all the time, didn't say a word, and there was only a gap in his sight, why was the face he saw such an expression?

Cold, pale, scared of something...............................

The old man's previous words echoed in his mind: "This town is long dead, and all that is alive is a demon in human skin. ”

"Kill him, dare to hide food privately!"

The young man at the head shouted, and a group of people echoed, punching and kicking, but Lynch was silent, gritting his teeth and bearing all this.

Lynch didn't know if it was physical pain or inner pain, and it was all over again, until it was completely numb, the blood and magic were boiling, and the faint flames burned, and finally, all of them were wiped out in the blood.

"It's strange, I feel the fluctuations of the wind element, but ...................."

Dalaran's magician wandered around, squinting his eyes, he had just sensed something, and the pure magic fluctuations seemed to be the prey he was seeking.

When he saw the homeless man in the alley, he did not hide his disgust at all, and said: "This kind of place can only live in this kind of place." ”

Lynch grabbed the foot, and with great force, he broke it straight down, and suddenly there was a heart-rending scream. Even if he doesn't use his magic power, he hasn't been bullied by these ordinary people yet.

The young man at the head staggered back and fell heavily to the ground, blood running down his heels, accidentally scratching the sharp stones.

"Shoot him to death, so many people can't trample on this bastard!" the injured boy shouted, and the sound echoed through the street.

The boy's face became paler, afraid that Lynch would tell the story, but unexpectedly, the other party remained silent.

Perhaps out of interest, the sorcerer didn't know why he stayed where he was, wanting to see the final result.

"Kick him to death!" the young man at the head touched his heel in pain, but he did not forget to vent his anger and kept roaring.

Lynch gritted his teeth, pressed the boiling magic, and in the blink of an eye, he saw the magician, who could only curl up in a ball to protect the vital point, neither begging for mercy nor groaning.

Those big kids were tired and out of breath, dragging people in front of the injured teenager, and they really couldn't figure out what reason had sustained him until now.

"Aren't you good at screaming before??" the injured teenager spat at and slapped him directly.

Lynch jerked away from everyone and rushed headlong, slamming into the boy's jaw with a tooth-aching crackle.

"What can you do!" Lynch pressed the person under him, pressed his neck hard with his left hand, and slapped him directly with his right hand, and roared: "Say!"

This time, everyone gasped, and they didn't know when they were afraid, conniving that they were so seriously injured, not to mention resisting, and they didn't know if they had their lives.

Lynch was half-kneeling on the ground, confused, if he used his magic power at this moment, he would definitely attract the attention of the Dalaran Magister, not to mention running away, the range of arcane bombardment lasting for three days and three nights would consume him alive.

Just when everyone was at a loss, the boy aimed at a stone on the ground, plucked up his breath and lifted it, and then knocked everyone away, and hit everyone hard, and the blood flowed, and the stone rolled to the side, and the sharp corners were still stained with bright red blood.

For the boy, the weight of the stone was simply too great.

His face was black, but blood sprayed on his little face, revealing his delicate face slightly. The boy instinctively picked up a rock from the ground, sat directly on top of Lynch, and smashed it down in the face.

Blood flowed all over the ground, and the body stopped moving.

"Hey.... "The injured boy muttered, only to realize that it was not himself who was the most ruthless.

Suddenly, several dark shadows swirled in the gray sky, echoing the true howl of an eagle. At first, you can feel a slight wind, and a stream of air swept up, followed by a strong wind.

Seeing that the face of the magician who was doing his best turned cold, he grabbed the boy directly, and said, "You have great potential, you are not worthy of living in this kind of place, come with me, otherwise you will die here, how about it?"

The boy was calm, did not seem to be afraid of the sudden appearance, nodded his head, and said nothing.

The Dalaran Magus smiled with satisfaction, it seemed that he hadn't looked away, and then with a wave of his hand, a brilliant divine light lingered beside him, and the Sanskrit words were as brilliant as metal, extremely dazzling.

"Banshee, leave on your own, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless!"

With a startled sound, the figures in the sky seemed to be afraid, and soon, a young harpy flew down, stood among the wanderers, and said, "This should be our territory, magician, what do you mean by this, do you want to incite a battle between races!"

She had a strange appearance, with a human body, eagle wings and sharp claws, and a voice that was so sharp that it made the eardrums tremble.

"Race war? You think too highly of yourself, even in ancient times, the demons didn't dare to talk to me like that, it's just a mongrel with impure blood, you think you're extraordinary, and you can only appear here. Unfazed, the sorcerer sneered.

The harpy's face changed, and she said in a deep voice: "Old horseman, you are looking for death, even the Dagon Magic Academy doesn't dare to talk to us like this, believe it or not, I will break your heart!"

Unless you're the queen, you're just a reptile. ”

The magician snorted coldly, and lightly stepped on the ground with his right foot, and the ancient Sanskrit, sun, moon, and stars suddenly rushed out countless neon-colored streamers! These streamers turned into chains, and rushed up one by one, instantly entwining the harpy.

"Ahh

The black shadow hovering in the sky was very angry, fanned its wings, and struck down several violent winds, and with a snap, directly shattered a boulder.

The Harpy is a natural master of wind magic, and with a slight shock, it is a violent wind in the sky, turning into several wind blades and coming quickly.

Dalaran's magician was furious, his body trembled slightly, and it was surrounded by Sanskrit in the sky, constructing Fan Ao's magic array.

"No!"

The harpy raised her head to the sky and roared, it absolutely couldn't withstand this level of magic, and suddenly, the magician retreated, withdrew the magic, grabbed the little boy's head and left here without looking back.

Before the group could react to anything, they saw clusters of dark shadows falling from the sky, their sharp claws glinting in the moonlight.

"Help, let us go!"

"Don't!

“...................”

This time, the Harpy flew out of the nest, hundreds of them, and captured them all.

Although the sorcerer was not afraid of the harpy, he felt palpitations, knowing that there must be a strong person here, and it was not worth taking such a big risk.