Everyone's first feeling is generally as follows: Isn't it a deceitful ghost? -- Single-handedly killing a Hell Lord? What do you say is the difference between this and single-handedly killing a division? I have heard that the Bourkeso people are very good, and it is not that I have never heard of the Bourkeso people who died in battle, and they also died in the group siege of ordinary people.

However, one of the inherent enchantment attributes of the people, the one that can't be shaken by thunder is: it is beautiful and lively.

The masses of the people spontaneously went to the harbor to watch this spectacle, and when everyone saw this really sexual scene, a thousand words turned into one sentence: Lie down...... Damn! Is that okay?

The huge body of the Hell Monarch was fixed to a boulder, and a makeshift wooden platform that was being erected was crushed, but fortunately there were no casualties. The huge and ugly head of the Hell Lord, which was nearly twenty meters tall, opened its mouth unwillingly, and its eyes clearly showed signs of being blinded. At this moment, there are some onlookers who do not know the truth and are fortunate enough to witness a scene that many people will not be able to face in their lifetime:

"Click!" a warrior used a two-handed giant sword in his hand that was nearly two meters long and thirty or forty centimeters wide. A sword slashed the neck of the Hell Monarch, but he cut it in half, and Diablo's head tilted weakly to the side. Snorting and snorting, his eyes stared at the thick neck that could not be cut, the person turned to the other side of the other party's head, and the two-handed giant sword swung vigorously again, "Haaah!!"

The ugly and terrifying head was cut off by the Burkeso warriors with several knives!

"Quick! Catch this head!--Pull hard!Hang up!Quick!You lazy worms!"

"Hard, pull, pull, pull!-"

The head of the Hell Monarch was cut off, and a group of fierce Bourkeso warriors were busy with it, shouting loudly as they passed through the huge head of the Hell Monarch with thick chains of steel bowls, hung high, and nailed to a huge wooden stake more than ten meters high.

Finally, it's done. The whole dock was circled by a group of Burkeso warriors, but no one dared to say a word, and no one came close to say a word. First, the Earl was present, and secondly, no one dared to trouble this group of people.

"Ahaha...... For the sake of the tribe!—"

"For the sake of the Great Chief!"

"Power and glory!"

"Blood and thunder!"

In the end, it was done, either standing on the corpse of the Hell Monarch or standing under the banner of his own house. Some are dressed in simple animal skins, while others are naked in the middle of winter. With their hands or weapons in their hands held high, it seemed that all the Bourkeso people were elated at the glory before them at this moment.

The ordinary crowd was shocked by this fierce and bloody glory! The huge horrible head was now stuck on the wooden pole. Everyone felt a strange sense of security in a kind of sacred terror.

"It's ...... The husband of our lord did it?"

"Was this Hell Monarch killed by the husband of our city lord?"

"These fierce and powerful husbands call the husband of our lord ...... Great Chief?"

All of a sudden, gossip began to circulate in a steady stream.

For example: "The lord of the city is really powerful, and such a powerful warrior is just a minister under her skirt." ”

"Eh, of course the city lord is powerful, I have already seen it. The lord of the castle is playing a big game of chess, and she must have married that barbarian for this moment-"

"Shut up, shut up, let me tell you that the husband of the lord of the city is very handsome, and there have always been rumors that the lord of the castle is married, and the daughter of the lily girl is married, do you know a basket? Do you know a p? Just now, it seems that there is a genetic mutation-"

This discussion quickly began to spread, and it was the majority who did not see it. The masses of the people were very zealous, and everyone gave up their work one after another to go to see the rare spectacle of the ages—the beheading of the body of the Hellsovereign. Something like, "Report to the boss, I'm going to see the demon slay." "No, I want to see it too...... Why don't we have one less day off for the New Year, and let's go and see the excitement together?" At the Iron and Blood Square forum, everyone talked about this matter in a lofty mood.

"The military strength of our Kanafeng City is high! It is unique in any situation - we have all kinds of secret weapons."

In the end, it all comes down to showing off: we're protected by the most powerful lords in the world, even the Lords of Hell.

It seems that everyone is more proud to live in the city of Canafon, and this unprecedented sense of security in the war-torn years is difficult to describe in words.

Of course, in the process of this incredible deed being widely circulated and gradually becoming n versions. The victim himself has another idea - ice and fire!

There were all kinds of praise outside, what heroes, what dragons, what demons and so on. As long as you throw a middle and two articles casually, you can buckle it on his head, which is quite a bit of a rotten person's merit book. But...... At home, whatever it is outside, it is just a husband, a father, and a son.

"Nonsense! How can my son be such a sissy as a handsome guy like you? He will never grow taller in his life!"

“...... Mom, is it really okay for you to slander your son like this? Am I really your own?"

"Smack!" Cybertron gave Cybertron a backhand slap: "How do you talk! Of course the old lady knows it!"

"Mom, then why did you beat me?--You know I'm your own son......"

"Smack!" Another slap on the forehand: "It's you who hit you! I heard that you are very beautiful outside? You killed a demon? Don't you tell me a word? Do you look down on me? Does it mean that I am better than you when I hit you?"

"Okay, okay - Lai you are angry, angry. Pandaragon stopped Cybertron and his mother: "If you can't see your son's face now, don't you look at me?"

"Nonsense! You're clearly much prettier than he is - you have breasts, does he have them?"

"Oh, Mother, they will be embarrassed if you praise people like this. ”

Excluding the two unnutritious conversations, Alice Fell stroked Cybertron's two slaps from his mother. He smiled reluctantly, "Cybertron, why didn't you tell me where you went?" We're so worried, we don't know what you're doing." ”

"No, I remember I left a letter. ”

"......?

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