Due to Radlily's deliberate interference, Aitharion and Hemmer fought for a long time but couldn't tell the winner.

Perhaps tired of the cat-and-mouse game, Esarion struck harder and harder, and finally caught Hemmer's flaw in the blink of an eye, he caught up with Hemmer and deftly circled to the side, slashed with his sword in one hand in his left hand, knocked the shield off, and then kicked Hemmer in the side, and the latter fell to the ground in pain.

"Come to your senses, you can't run away." Aisarion grabbed Hemmer by the hair.

Seeing that the unfortunate little brother was about to finish calves, Radlily simply went down in person, and she mobilized the mist summoned by Aisarion to envelop Hemer, instantly teleporting him not far away, causing Aisarion to catch him empty.

This sudden scene stunned everyone present, including Hemmer himself, who had just escaped.

"I'll go! A big shift?! ”

Fang was almost caught, and Hemmer's heart rose to his throat, but fortunately Radlily was strong enough, otherwise he would really go to jail.

Aisarion stood in place with his fanged sword in hand, looking at the empty palm and Hemmer in the distance, thinking of the moment when the fog changed, thoughtful.

He had a guess but didn't want to believe it, and decided to continue to catch Hemmer without distraction.

With the mist barrier, Aisarion's swing speed slowed down imperceptibly, and at the same time, it consumed more energy.

At the same time, Radlily then replenished Hermer's strength with divine powers, and the latter instantly healed from his injuries and was refreshed.

Radlily was like an athlete coach giving Hermer a massage, rubbing his back, adding water, and patting the latter's shoulder when he was done, encouraging him to continue to fight with the ring emperor Esarion, who had never rested on the ring.

This increase and decrease made Hemmer more and more courageous, and he had the posture of punching the master to death.

But Hemmer was a little hesitant in his heart, it didn't make sense for him to win the cell now.

You can't put your future uncle in the prison of Iron Thorn Town.

What's more, after defeating Esarion, Radlily will definitely not continue to recharge herself anytime and anywhere like this.

After thinking about it, Hemmer had an idea.

Pretending to be weak, so weak that Radlily can't stand it and give him strength!

Just do it, Hemmer quietly reduced his strength.

Feeling the weakened resistance, Aisarion felt a lot more at ease. He thought Hemmer was infinitely fit.

So he snorted coldly, "Is it really over here?" ”

With Hemmer's intention to release the water, Esarion gradually gained the upper hand.

Radlily in the sky was extremely shocked, how much did Hemmer pull her crotch, and with the help of her cheating, she could still show defeat?

With her being so partial, even if it is a pig, it can hum and hum over the mugwort.

Lose face!

"My God.... I... I can't resist anymore. Hemmer responded weakly to Radlily inwardly, and the god of mist of anger almost moved to amplify Ai-chan.

What pig mates? Won't you win by lying down? It's outrageous!

This year's Truuzzi believers are the worst she has ever had! (Although it is also the first... ）

There's no way, she can't watch Hemmer being hacked to death by Ai-chan, or in order to win, she will lead extreme forces and go astray.

Radlily's mind flickered, and she wondered if Hemmer had done it on purpose, so she decided to throw a bait to test him.

Pull!

"As long as you can win against Esarion, you are qualified to be my chosen one."

God's Chosen One?!

Hemer's eyes glowed red, and he slashed at Esarion like a tiger descending from a mountain with a broken sword.

However...... He was beaten to his stomach.

The enraged Essarion looked like a fountain, and used his fanged sword to show his storm-like power,

Its strong will to fight continues, and even Hemmer in his prime will not be able to win with all his might.

"Damn, rubbish!"

It turns out that he really didn't lie to himself......

Radlily turned the mist into a fist and took the opportunity to give the fallen Hemmer a big pocket.

For the sake of her new toy, she did not hesitate to spend her blood to directly improve Hemer's physique and turn him into a Truuzzi superman.

Sharks that smelled blood scrambled to gather around the fierce battle fleet, many of which were terrifying and eerie.

However, the accident happened, Morath suddenly hit this side, she easily broke through the blockade of the Tal-Gavaux knights, teleported the embarrassed Hemmer to her side, and looked at him with satisfaction, "You have done a good job of holding Esarion back for so long." ”

Hemo wants to cry without tears, auntie, you don't show up sooner, you don't show up late, but come out at this time.

"Thank you Empress for helping, if it weren't for the Empress acting in time, I would have died here."

I thank you, thank you family!

Hemmer was numb.

Morath's arrival instantly caused a stir among the people of Irres.

Aisarion stared coldly at Duruzzi's supreme sorceress, silent, sensing the danger of the storm's wings landing beside its master, its steel-colored wings swirling in the mist, and it roared with its head raised to the intimidation of the many Calamity sisters who followed Morath. Eight Tal Gavon Griffin Knights regroup and confront the vicious Wizard Spirit.

"Long time no see, Aisarion."

"I didn't expect that the first thing you did when you came back from the Badlands was to talk to my Dread Lord, which is really as beautiful as it was back then... Don't you want to find me? Morath stared at the watcher with interest, swaying as she stepped in front of Hemmer and slammed the handle of her Calradion wand to the ground.

Morath certainly knew why Esarion had come to Hermer, and she wanted to be angry with him when she said that, even though she knew that the other party would not react.

"You or him, sooner or later, I'll catch you all." Aisarion met Morath's scrutinizing gaze without showing any weakness.

"What a grand plan, and I hope that your broken city and prison will hold an endless number of Duruzie, and if there ever is a day, I don't mind seeing Tal Iris... Ruin. ”

Speaking of the word ruins, Morath smiled meaningfully.

Aunt Mo, you poked the lung tube of the cell head.... Hemer frowned, realizing that the situation was not a stage for a small role like him, and immediately took a few steps back.

Sure enough, Aisarion's face was visibly gloomy.

Ai-chan has always been the kind of person who doesn't talk much, even if he had spent a lot of energy to deal with Hemmer before, he still raised his fanged sword without fear against the supreme sorceress of Upper Gorond, and the blade of the sword was pointed directly at Moras.

"New hatred and old hatred, count together."

"As you wish." Morath smiled lightly, and the power of chaos in all directions continued to condense on her left hand, and the thick fog on the side where everyone of the Joy Sect was located dissipated, revealing the sky darkened.

"Beat, Ai-chan beat her up for me!"

Radlily has always hated Chaos, but now that Morath is using the power of Chaos, she is angry.

Just as Esarion was about to confront Morath head-on, a floating dragon leader long pass ship appeared above the battlefield out of thin air, rampage through the fog, swaggering over the heads of the two armies.

A more than two meters tall, extremely burly northern fierce man with a terrifying giant sword on his back, kicked on the edge of the ship, the shocking tiger eyes quickly swept over every elf in the fierce battle below, behind the big man was also surrounded by a group of warriors of the Sully clan who were also tall and muscled, on the other side of the ship, more than a dozen ice wolves devoured the corpse of the giant that had not yet been completely stiffened, and let out excited whimperes from time to time.

"This group of elves is really weak, and their fighting skills are like, I want to laugh when I see it, I can chop them into several large pieces with a random ear, and this pile of rotten meat is disgusted even if it is fed to the trolls. You get the idea, Sigvart. ”

The war between the elves was nothing more than that, and Ulfric complained in disappointment.

Sigvart, one of the few people that Ufrik really cares about in this world.

He was a heavily armoured, ponytailed Norscan warrior who smiled silently, accustomed to the grumbling of his old friend.

Uffric's mouth is just not idle.

Suddenly, he noticed Morath and Esarion, his eyes lit up, his tongue licked his chapped lips, and he rubbed his hands restlessly, "Look, our new prey, Sigwart." ”

"It's finally time to have a decent fight, fight Lady Keshley and the trolls every day, I'm fucking tired."

Ulfric excitedly operated the rudder of the Sea Fang, swooping down with a strange scream, abruptly intruding into the field of vision of Hemer and the others, and at the same time interrupting the upcoming duel between the two legends.

Dressed in heavy wrought iron armor covered with large and small skulls, with a battle flag made of human torso bones stuck in his left shoulder armor, Ufrik had a thick beard tied into several braids, a cockscomb hair on top of his head, and a bold but palpitating smile with a large grinning mouth.

Before Ufric could land, the mocking voice had already drawn up the hatred between the two armies at the same time.

At a height of more than ten meters above the ground, Ufrik jumped off the ship and fell to the ground, directly crushing the Calendian's solid ground.

"Wuhu!"

The excited Ufric ignored countless pairs of unkind eyes, glanced at the floor under his feet that cracked like cobwebs, and shrugged his shoulders with disinterest, "What, is it embarrassing to call the world's strongest navy?" According to Lao Tzu, it is better to dismantle it and sell it for money. Anyway, you won't live long, so what more naval warships? ”

After meeting the indifferent gaze of Morath and Esarion, Ulfric did not feel the slightest discomfort, but complained, "

"Damn, this elf thing is actually hiding in the fog to fight, it's really strange that his grandmother has a leg, and I still think I'm doing something unseemly. Speaking of which, the elf's favorite thing is to do it to his sisters, even the old lady doesn't let go, hahaha. ”

"Oh, maybe someone doesn't have an old lady yet." Ufrik pouted, "Poor royal hacked to death by Greenskin, what a fuck, you say yes, facial paralyzed man." ”

Not surprisingly, Morath and Esarion were enraged by the debt-indebted Ulfric.

Behind Moras, Hemmer looked at the uninvited guest, and couldn't help but wonder, how did the first troll of the medieval Warhammer mess up the situation.

Ulfric, the favorite killer of the four gods of chaos, is the ceiling of combat power in the North Yankee.

Born with the mark of Chaos, Ufric is the most beloved and deadliest killer of the four gods of Chaos, he was born in a Norsca tribe called Sally in the north, as one of the natural protagonists, when he grew up, he unexpectedly led his people to subdue the surrounding Chaos believers, and attracted the marriage contract and chieftain inheritance of the tribal princess.

But Ufrik has a shortcoming, that is, he can't control his unscrupulous mouth.

A long time ago, he drank into a wise man at the wedding of marrying the princess of the tribe, and shouted to everyone: he is the strongest opponent king in the world, no one can defeat him, and even the Chaos God cannot train a warrior comparable to himself.

The crowd laughed out loud.

As a result, such a drunken was actually heard by the four hawkers.

Nurgle was in tears on the spot, Tzeentch fell silent, and Slaanesh was excited to climax, as for the fear of abuse? He's been furious, so his expression hasn't changed...

A mere mortal, can even blow better than himself?

The gods, out of their eternal boredom, decided to promote this arrogant foolish donkey as an oracle,

As a result, the cursed Ufric becomes a Worldwalker who will roam the world and capture the heads of powerful monsters and heroes. If successful, he will be seen as a loving servant of the gods. If it fails, it depends on the mood of the gods.

Ufric will hunt down anything that moves. Whether giants, abominations, undead monsters, kings, famous warriors, or noble heroes, may appear on his list.

For example, he killed a minotaur lord like a true god of pure love; Dismantling the Chaos Dwarf Gundam, the Chaos Dwarf Lord equipped with power armor and flamethrowers, Ulfric used the dwarves' own weapons to roast him, he once pressed the sea dragon into the sea with his bare hands, and killed the Imperial Wissenburg defenders alone, easily killing the baron, and by the way, the poor baroness.

Strictly speaking, Ulfric's force value was indeed the ceiling level in the Middle Ages, but it would be an exaggeration to say that he was the strongest.

Not to mention the dwarven butcher Gautrek and the mysterious lizard wanderer Nakai. At this moment, the closest dragon to him, Tyrion, may not be able to beat it.

In the Middle Ages now, it was the shallow king of Baduo, and there were big brothers everywhere. Who dares to call invincible, and who dares to say invincible?

Even the witch king Malekis, who has always played the role of a comedian, and even the witch king who has been defeated repeatedly, still sees who is the first to be a bidder.

Although Ufric is not the king of the line by force, he is truly invincible in his mouth: Tzeentch's cunning, Slaane's lewdness, Nurgle's stench, and his abusive violence. His curse allows him to curse his mother in the language of any species in the world, and from the moment he leaves the North, he has not tasted defeat in the curse war, and no existence - from the high to the fart - from the dragon to the worm - can endure his provocation.

Jianghu people are known as Mc. Mouth Stinky King.

Hemer's influence on this force is quite profound, so he took a few more looks.

Unbeknownst to him, just because of a few more glances in the crowd, he caught Uffric's attention.

"Look at it, unmanly little sissy, you can make you scream all night long even an eight-year-old bear child in our northern border. Is there a kind of little beast who fights with the master, and the development is not normal, or are you more sissy than the elf maid? ”

Hemer: ......

Sorry, he shouldn't have seen it.

"Stand back." Morath used his staff bar in front of Hemmer and personally confronted the Chosen One of Chaos.