This time, how many of you can hear where it came from? [sp=player.ku6./refer/lDczBKJld3G5aJNM/v.swf]

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"I don't remember meeting anyone like you who can talk. ”

There was a refreshing sound, and the tip of the sword pointed at the boy who seemed to be friend or foe. The knight's instincts churned with the [danger] alarm in his body, stronger than ever.

The knight, who was proficient in swordsmanship, put on a flawless posture and glared fiercely at the young man in front of him, and hostility continued to pour out of his body.

"I don't remember any of the pointy-eared or unidentified monsters. ”

"At the moment, in the state of [first meeting], it is normal not to know each other before. ”

The black-haired boy curled his lips with a look of pleasure.

"It's true that [first meeting] and [hostile stance] can cause communication difficulties, but it's necessary etiquette to say thank you. ”

owes a debt, the tutor nods his head very well, and sends out a subdued and frustrated appreciation.

"Underestimating the low Cheng dù of the recruits, rashly using the high-power attack technique is a mistake made by the poor calculation, and it is difficult to achieve the original combat goal when the whole is in chaos or even scattered, and he does not think about anything other than to wipe out all the rebellious soldiers. Luckily, Mr. Knight appeared. ”

Sincere compliments, a well-thought-out commentary paused, and then continued in a lively tone.

"With the help of Mr. Knight, you have managed to avoid the worst of the worst? Ah~~~~~ what a brilliant talent, and it would be rude and disgraceful not to thank him. ”

Phew-

The bow and crossbow bounced back from the shape of the >, and the straight dull sound exploded with the scream of dozens of feathered arrows tearing through the air, and the sharp arrow space that was so tight that the floating oak leaves could not retreat quickly towards the young man, and the leisurely figure was fixed in the eyes of the archer, and the sharp gaze that was more murderous than the arrows shot seemed to be able to shoot the young man through countless holes.

The so-called acknowledgment - whether the person concerned is true or false, in the ears of the pale-faced humans, all they hear is a bunch of vicious and arrogant mockery.

A no-man, wanton monster heresy is in front of you, and letting the bow and arrow fly into the rapping mouth before the enemy releases the magic is undoubtedly the best answer.

"The response is too unkind, isn't it?"

The idle face with his chin resting on his chin came to life like the most terrible nightmare, and the experienced knight couldn't help but gasp at the vision.

Bow and arrow;

- All of them are still in mid-air.

Maintaining their respective strides in the atmosphere, the iron arrows pointed motionlessly at the black hair.

A certain piece of the torrent of time is cleverly peeled off, and the frozen anomalous posture erodes the audience's perception of the world.

"It's really strong and convenient hair. ”

The praise was mixed with a tone of disgust, and the knight of Pierre unceremoniously shook off Li Lin's thanks and praise for the basic attitude of showing off his strength and fooling others. His eyes stared cautiously at the array of tiny hairs that trapped the arrows like cobwebs.

The attitude may be that of a noble scholar who is polite and has a deep family background, but his actions reveal a vicious nature of treating others as fools.

"No one wants to use inconvenient weapons, just like Mr. Knight's sword belongs to the inefficient and inconvenient category for me. Of course, these are too. ”

Shaking his head teasingly, the crossbow arrows fixed in the air turned into a large number of incisions, flat and smooth fragments and fell to the ground, and the crisp sound like a clear spring outlined a terrifying note in the human ear.

The eyelids, which had been narrowed into a thin curved slit, slowly opened, and the red pupils as clear as ruby scanned the people who were either depressed, fearful, or vigilant,...,

Camouflage and concealment in front of those eyes had no effect, and when he stared at him with the eyes that people saw through from the inside out, he was so experienced that the knight Pierre shuddered.

[What...... This kind of look. 】

Locke's lips were blue-purple, and the cold saliva swallowed down his stomach.

The excessive [heterogeneity] directly broke into Locke's consciousness, and strongly impacted the boy's perception of the world.

"I like convenience and efficiency under the same headache as I like the former. It is a waste of time and energy to scatter the rebels and defeated soldiers in all directions, to pursue, to annihilate, to retract, to persuade them to surrender, and it is too much of a waste of power to wipe you out of the world along with the forests in this area. ”

The crescent-like crescent crevices send out inhuman laughter, and the mild tones sound like the daily conversations, almost unremarkable.

But after peeking through the hidden red pupils in the deepest part of the human heart, language is given tremendous pressure.

"From the beginning of the attack to the last crusade team member turning into ashes, it never takes more than 5 seconds before and after, and what bothers me is the disposition afterwards. ”

Not like humans, not like orcs, not like dwarves, not like sapient species, not even creatures...... Frozen gaze.

"Your relatives will cry, they will hate you, and they will seek revenge for those who died unjustly - this is very reasonable, as long as your interpersonal relationships are not particularly strict, as long as your family's emotional world is rich and normal, these are bound to happen. They have a reason and a right to be prepared to carry out all kinds of revenge plans, and no one else can say anything about it. It's just that it's really very troublesome for me. ”

"You ......!!!!! guy"

"Dealing with the incessant suicide volunteers—even saints get tired of this time-wasting folly, and this valuable labor force should be used more effectively. You should be able to agree with that. ”

The strongly deviated theoretical logic was thrown out in a brightly colored and rational package, and the knights and soldiers were stunned by the other-dimensional theories that had been forcibly translated into human language.

A few, including the knight of Pierre, piled up resentment on their faces, and peeked at the corners where the murderous aura was accumulating.

Faced with an extremely distorted heresy, there is no need to communicate with it at all.

- The only way to erase and smash it is to smash it.

Normal attacks can't do this, so add magic attacks.

The attack on the ground is not enough, and the power of the air is also added to it.

"Go to Hell and find your audience!!"

A roar of rage pulled the trigger of the onslaught, and incantations, bows and arrows, stone bullets, and spears broke away from their respective masters, drawing a trajectory of communication across the battlefield.

Thunder and lightning raged, flames shouted, metal, stones, ice arrows, and wind blades exploded with a momentum that was enough to shred a large amount of debris to millimeters in the track.

Locke looked at the ferocious attack that was utterly wasted with the goal of destroying a life, and the boy felt a little strange in his heart.

Hundreds.

Lay siege to an opponent.

From ordinary soldiers, to knights, to mage non-commissioned officers.

Everyone did their best, and every bit of killing intent literally crossed the skin of their cheeks, converging into a torrent to rush towards a goal.

The standpoint of the bystander will lead to the conclusion of "despicable and shameless acts"—such disparaging conclusions that do not concern oneself.

Locke was not a spectator, and could not make a flirtatious comment from a rational, calm, and very safe audience. He is a member of the Raid Party and one of the enemies of the Black-haired Heretic Boy.

Even though he didn't shoot a bow or arrow, and he didn't rush to stab the spear in his hand, the fact that he was on the side of the crowd would not change in any way. ...,

The opponent is so strong that it must be overwhelmed with a dense attack like a landslide and tsunami, and the same is true.

[Mother Goddess, the Almighty Mother Goddess. The monster is dead, isn't it? Even a dragon must be hanging...... Oh, what was I thinking? Damn! Shame on me!]

Biting down on his lower lip and with a bit of strength, Locke joined the shouts—a mighty contingent of people of all classes who were always cheering to destroy their enemies.

Cheering for his colleagues until he was hoarse and his face flushed.

This is the only way to hide the unpleasant shame and—

[The black-haired humanoid monster is still alive] terrifying thoughts.

The attack that even the dragon could not withstand in Locke's eyes lasted for about 20 minutes or more, and the arm that drew the bow could not be raised, and the staff of Condensed Mana hung down. Everyone was tired and relaxed, feeling like they had been fighting all day, and the high level of euphoria and fatigue were in a tug-of-war in their bodies.

There was a relaxed smile on the tired face dripping with sweat, and no one from the commander to the soldier doubted the death of the black-haired heretic,

When the smoke cleared, the smile froze on the pale face, and the joy was replaced by silence.

"Didn't you say that? Dealing with suicide volunteers is a very troublesome and terrible thing. ”

Like a bitter smile, like mockery, like spit, like contempt.

"I won't listen to others finish what they say, I won't think carefully, I blindly kill myself, and I will continue to cause trouble to others. ”

Holding his cheeks, the brunette boy stood in the center of the stumbling land, a caustic sneer sweeping over the humans whose thought circuits were struggling to function properly.

The smile that tugs at the nerves of reason overflows with the smell of hell, and does not regard human beings as equals, tastes like food, and plays with them like toys.

That's right, it's the indifference to the object, and the utter cold overlook.

"Die!!!Monster Thing !!!!!!!!!!Thing T

The spear rolled up a sharp wind and stabbed at the frivolous boy, and the hideous face in the helmet had not only the frenzied killing intent, but also the madness distorted by deep fear.

There was no time to think about more tactics and movements, driving the war horse under the crotch to spread its hooves and run wildly, the speed of the war horse, the strength of the whole body, and all the killing intent poured into the spear and pointed at the delicate neck that could be broken with the hand.

What the stormy onslaught of the front could not do, the two spears could not accomplish this feat either.

The corners of the garment were not stained.

The glittering iron spear that had slaughtered the soldier's chest and been maintained and sharpened by its master met the snow-white flash from the very tip of the length.

Along the neat incision where the line of sight and thinking will be sucked into, the iron spear is divided into two left and right, and the motionless expression of the non-commissioned officer with the gun is also bounded by the bridge of the nose, drawing a thin longitudinal red line, extending from the forehead to the lower end, and the corpse that no longer becomes a whole slid to the ground with the war horse that was also perfectly cut in half, and the various colors of bodily fluids contained in the body spurted into the air after a beat, and the proud war horse, weapons, martial arts, and glory were neatly cut in two.

The knight's dignity and fighting spirit didn't even see the opponent's tricks clearly, so he was crushed and trampled into the mud.

Behind the blood-splattered scene, the black-haired boy and two pieces of silver-white bladed metal were smiling with fangs.

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Brunhill: I thought it was a dragon X day, but it turned out to be a hunting event.

Li Lin: There's no way around it, I'm just defending myself.

Brunhill: If this game is caricatured in the future, will this kind of scene be approved?

Li Lin: Haven't you seen the fantasy blockbuster "Anti-Japanese Heroes" staged such a strange picture of someone tearing Japanese soldiers in half?

Brunhill: (╯'□′)╯(┴-┴Okay!Directors of Anti-Japanese War Entertainment Blockbusters!You won......