Language is a force that is often overlooked.

A good speaker who has mastered the seven basic principles: subject and object, line, lining, caring, opposition, saving pen, and subtlety, can put the hearts of others in his own hands. or pecking, or purifying, or punishing evil and persuading good, or writing and decorating wrongdoing, all out of their own will, and no one disobeys.

The Soul Binding Crystal is an expert at wielding this power. In a few words, he not only solved the dilemma of his own destruction, but also included the dragon's nest "Second Generation Pseudo" into the hub by the way.

Listening to his inner need for magical power, Kusilian put aside the happy hours of rest in the Dragon's Heart Hall for a while, and began to prepare for his "studies". With the guidance of the Soul Binding Crystal in his hand, he easily unlocked the first mission objective, the "Heart of the Beasts" and the Soul Binding Crystal that belonged to it.

Unlike other dragons, brown dragons don't like to roam above the Nine Heavens, preferring to sneak quickly through the earth. Under the careful service of the Dragon's Lair Clan, Kusilian, whose body had become a little bloated, went straight into the depths of the earth, and swam towards his target with his skin-covered claws as if paddling.

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"Everything is according to the heart of the beast. ”

This was the Soul Binding Crystal on Harkonnen's body, a message he had given to him before he gave the order to charge to the death to his samurai. Chief Salem has always been obedient to the words of his "new friend" next to him.

It's just that after the real hand-to-hand encounter, he suddenly became a little at a loss - just a little away and can still be suppressed, and now the group of blazing shadow beasts closely connected to the "heart of the beast" is close at hand, and the impact of them in the bloody battle on Harkonnen is already comparable to a stormy wave-but how should the heart of the beast indicate the direction of its progress?

In the interval between the violent pumping of his heart, the young desert elf hesitated for a moment, and he involuntarily roared, "What is the heart of a beast?

"Boom!" a sonic boom interrupted Harkonnen's thoughts, and he fell behind the charge echelon with a fierce blow. Although it was impossible to see the attacker in the darkness of the night, the voice that had been heard for decades still made Harkonnen instantly reel. Because that is the unique cold voice of his mentor, the "tongue puller" who was framed by him and had to die in the world.

At the beginning of Salem's desperate charge, the sharp-eyed "Tongue Puller" saw Harkonnen, who was clearly armoured. What made him even more angry was that this thug actually hid at the back of the line and cowered after launching the "Death Charge", a symbol of Salem's honor.

"It really disgraced Hajir Khan's face. Bradge's teeth rattled.

The former Salem No. 1 powerhouse, both a samurai and a sorcerer, has been considered a rebel by his clan, but he has no intention of killing his former compatriots.

With his superb skills and two scimitars in his hand, this desert elf powerhouse is able to maneuver through the chaos with ease.

With a single slash, the scimitar can often block or send out the blade handed by the enemy, and it will not be hindered by it. Bradch's movements were like flowing water, as if he had paced to the side of his former apprentice with waltz steps.

Instead of using the "Voice of Death" to kill Harkonnen, who was talking to himself on his horse and slightly distracted, the "Tongue Puller" only needed three times to shoot Harkonnen down from his horse with a "Threatening Sound" - he was not just here for revenge, but more importantly to teach the scoundrel a final lesson - so that he could understand what "honor" was.

"Boy, you've really disgraced my Anda's face. Bracchi told what he had just said in his heart.

The six-legged horse that Harkonnen was riding had been tamed by his master and then given to him, and it was naturally difficult for him to resist in the face of Brach at this moment. Seeing the two directors in tension, the clever mount shrugged its broad shoulders and slowly trotted away at an accelerated pace beyond the battle circle.

"Today we have to make a decision," the two scimitars each pulled a knife flower, and Bradch quietly looked at the apprentice who he had taught and carefully trained: "It's just more than the knife technique, I want to teach you what is called honor." My apprentice. ”

Beast Heart. Seeing that the five aggregates were searching for no avail, the young Chief of Salem resisted his urge to call for help from his own samurai, and with the rhythm of the throbbing in his chest to a frantic rhythm, he grasped the hilt of the sickle with both hands in accordance with the teachings of his former master, the body of the sword held flat and the tip tilted slightly.

"You are an apprentice, you come to attack first. ”

Without pretentious politeness, Harkonnen pounced on his master properly. He was well aware of the way the desert elves who taught him his craft – that rewards were rewarded and revenge was repaid, and that was where the nickname "The Tongue Plucker" came from.

Death and life are also major events. The young chief rose up with a spirit of 120,000 points, and did not dare to relax in the slightest degree. He knew that this was different from the daily combat training he had to do when he was young, and the slightest mistake would not result in a slap on the back of the knife but a fatal blade.

"Not bad, at least not slack. Fused with the heart of the beasts, the strength has also increased to a certain extent," Bradch waved his twin knives to intercept Harkonnen's momentum, while paying attention to his body and steps, and sometimes reminded: "Don't just stare at the knife in someone else's hand, watch his steps." Fools who don't remember to eat. ”

Despite the blessing of the heart of the beasts and the advantage of his age, Harkonnen did not have the physical strength to rush for a while, but he still did not have the time to be annoyed by Bradge's sarcastic words. Even though the desert elf on the other side had learned every trick and every form Harkonnen, he still had the ability to parry and not fight back—you know, he was attacking now.

"Zh!" a violent sound wave suddenly appeared, but it was not Bradge's breach of contract sneak attack, and the target of the attack was not Harkonnen, who was struggling to support him.

Feeling the movement under his feet, Bradch knew that it was the Blazing Shadow Beast lurking to prepare for a surprise attack, so he preemptively struck and pierced the sand and stones under his feet with a "sound of death" containing ten percent of its power.

It doesn't sound loud, but it's incredibly powerful. After a cone-shaped ripple, the sand under the feet of the two men sank more than two feet, and the blood of the Blazing Shadow Beast lurking underground was like a bubbling spring, gushing out in an instant.

"Your means?" Blatch's already cold voice suddenly became even more cold: "It's my offense." ”

As soon as the words fell, the scimitar of the "tongue puller" turned into a spring thunder and swept away towards his uncompetitive apprentice. Harkonnen had also learned these moves, and even used some of them when he had just attacked, but the ordinary moves in the hands of his master had turned decay into magic.

Why not?

The young chief didn't even have the ability to parry at this time, and within ten breaths, he was stabbed with seventeen swords in his body. If it weren't for the protection of the armor and Bradge's unexpected ability to pick up some non-lethal places, Harkonnen would have been chopped to pieces and killed.

"Boy, you're still far from it. A vicious mouthful of thick phlegm spat on the young chief who was lying on the ground and was in a bloody coma, and after spitting, Wu felt puzzled and made up for it: "If it weren't for my Anda's son, you would have died." ”

With that, Blatch grabbed the collar of the criminal's armor with one hand and dragged him out of the battle circle.

The unconscious Harkonnen slowly opened his eyes—as the blood flowed out, the hearts of the beasts pumped the Blazing Shadow Blood into its veins to replenish it—and a sinister smile appeared on his face as the blood poured into his pupils.

With his left hand, he grabbed the powerful arm that was holding him, and in the stunned eyes of the other party, the scythe-bladed sword that had been holding Harkonnen's right hand plunged into the master's chest with lightning speed.

"Everything is according to the heart of the beast. ”

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