Anomaly Of Warcraft

It's okay to bully and bully Xiao Penyu. Looking at his big door sword, the rookie was frightened directly, and the crispy skin was a snap.

But the guys guarding the retreat are not rookies.

With one enemy four, Swain couldn't do it.

There is a principle that must be strictly observed when using this kind of super sword, that is, you must never fall into battle.

The ambition to be trapped is death but no life.

The super sword is in battle, and the stars think that your IQ is lacking.

Sven, who was worried about the captain of the guard, used the poisonous knife of justice.

A blow hit the side of the throat, and the poison that saw the blood seal the throat ensured that the victim was unsuccessful. Sven showed his figure to sell his flaws, and the enemy really caught up.

"You report to Brother Tuge, you follow me!"

Fortunately, the leading mercenary sought stability, and one more person entered the tomb for help.

Two to one, no double-teaming, two murderers with the tip of a knife licking blood chased Sven's back into the shade of the tree.

After working all night, Sven's condition was not good. The morning dormancy regained some strength, but he could not make up for the loss of attention.

Sven's luck was very good, or it should be said that his opponent's luck was very bad. The arrow aimed at the back of the heart hit the fixed rivet of the shoulder armor, and the one that should have been killed became the decoration behind Sven.

Entering the preset ambush position, Sven jumped off a low cliff, crawled along the trench, and hid behind the gravel pile not far away after the enemy caught up with his predecessor and successfully left.

"The grandson recognized the sword! Cut it."

"The strength of the dog [BEEP] is not small, this sword is heavy enough."

Losing Sven's figure, the mercenary duo who pursued them did not have the consciousness of killing them all, so they left with the trophies.

One of them held a crossbow as a warning, the other jumped down and prepared to lift up the sword left by Sven.

So Sven took out the poisonous fog bottle and threw it out. The one-and-a-half-high trench was not difficult to climb, but he was suddenly attacked. It was a dream not to take two mouthfuls of poisonous fog.

The volatile poisonous mist is not fatal, but the hot mercenary has teary eyes and has difficulty breathing, and he has difficulty holding the earth wall to get around, losing his fighting ability in a short time.

Don't ask why a woodcutter has a high-end alchemy such as a poisonous mist bottle. When Sven pulled out a hatchet and hand axe to prepare for a one-on-one with the last enemy, he found that the man had disappeared.

Loosening his shoulder armor and looking at the crossbow bolts pierced through the iron skin, Sven was frightened for a while. Fuck, these [BEEP] desperadoes actually fed poison on the arrow!

Dressed up again, Sven was not in a hurry to retrieve his big sword, but followed the traces to find the hapless guy who was lying on the grass and gasping for breath.

After estimating the distance, Sven was not sure to hit the weak spot between the mercenary's armor at such a distance, so he walked over.

Whoosh.

An arrow pierced Sven's toe.

The mercenary leader stood out from behind the hidden tree.

"Let me go, how about it?"

"Putting your accomplices in this position means you want to kill me? Your archery skills are good."

"It's just taking people's money."

"Is there any trust between us?"

"No, and no need."

"you say."

"You are very good, and you are in a hurry. You are in a hurry, right."

Sven listened quietly, without speaking.

"I just counted a hundred numbers in my heart. Without support, the church members are over."

The mercenary leader dropped the crossbow arrow, relaxed his stance, and continued.

"You are very powerful, better than me. If you continue to confront, I am not sure of winning. No, I am not sure of living."

"so?"

"Give me a chance, let me go. I don't want to fight you."

Sven took ten steps backwards.

The mercenary leader took twenty steps towards the fallen comrade.

Sven took another ten steps back.

The mercenary took another twenty steps.

Then the mercenary slowly raised the crossbow, aimed at the accomplice on the ground whose breathing was barely relieved, aimed at the eye sockets, and pulled the trigger.

"Don't look at me with that look, I let the night watchman in."

The mercenary put away the crossbow and threw the arrow tube around his waist in front of Sven.

"Sister Natalie saved my life, it's as simple as that. I'm not a good person, but gratitude must be paid and revenge must be paid."

"He is not your companion?"

Sven was finally moved.

"Where did the vultures come from their companions, they smelled similar."

Sven clasped the throwing knife in his palm, slowly bent over to pick up the quiver, and step by step withdrew from the sight of the mercenary leader.

He quickly retrieved the big sword, found a bush and threw the quiver away, and quickly returned to the entrance of the tomb. He happened to encounter the "help seeker" who had taken off his clothes and wrapped his belongings. Sven took the sword and fell and ended his life.

Ignoring the scattered belongings, Sven picked up the fallen torch and entered it.

There was a disturbing silence along the way.

Passing through the long and narrow corridor is a square cellar, with one passage in each of the first three directions on the left and right.

On the left is the same place as the confessional, and on the right is the bedded residence divided into small rooms, with no ambushes and no figures.

Walking along the central passage, the hidden mechanism of the altar has been opened, the floor in front of the altar is lifted, and a stone staircase leads to deeper underground.

Sven took a few deep breaths and stepped into it.

The corpse, explained along the way, the hideous-looking corpse with panic and fear, no trauma.

Swain felt that they might have been scared to death.

But when Sven was ready to face the unknown demon, he found that the end of this passage was the tomb, the real tomb.

"Natalie Salin is mentally retarded?"

Sven didn't understand this strange brain circuit. He hid the secret base under the cemetery, and built another secret tomb in the secret base. What kind of shame is this? !

But when he watched the corpses all over the floor lit up with fire, he couldn't help but sigh.

Chief Guard, dead.

From his arms, Sven found two letters, one addressed to his lord Carlos Barov, the other addressed to himself.

"Oh my God, I told him the news of King Card's return. When did he write this letter?"

Sven looked at the brand-new envelope in surprise, showing a look of surprise.

Forget it, those who struggle with details are fools.

After hesitating for a moment, Sven decided to stay here and watch what the chief guard wanted to say to him, so he found a hidden place and sat down, then the light of the torch began to read.

My last trusted friend:

Swain, sorry for dragging you in, but I can't find anyone I can trust except you.

The mastermind who killed Natalie was Tug and Monterey. When you read this letter, I believe Tug is dead.

I have never betrayed your Majesty. My guilt comes from the fact that I failed his expectations.

I fell in love with the prisoner guarded by myself.

Natalie Sellin, the beloved prisoner of my life.

When she picked up the evil magic blade, I should have killed her, but I didn't.

Holy light and shadow, I don't care anymore, my heart is filled with Natalie's figure.

Do you know the consequences of taking Vipera juice, you know.

Natalie was stabbed twice by her disciple when she was very toxic, one in the liver and the other in the kidney.

Do you feel familiar, this kind of punishment, we used to the orcs back then, it hurts those guys to cry out.

Even so, Natalie's last words are to let me escape.

She loves me.

Forgive me, Sven, forgive my waywardness, take the dagger in my hand to Alterac, and bring it to your majesty, don't listen to its nonsense.

Finally, please bury me and Natalie together.

XXXXX absolutely pen.

"What the hell? Why is there a missing piece?"

Sven looked at the torn piece of letter paper in the lower right corner, and knew that this letter was the perfect letter that the Chief Guard had written before he came to him, but he looked at the body of the Chief Guard...

You are empty-handed, there is a dagger!

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