Black Ride

The fluttering flames of Dawson's body went out. He stood up in the air, slowly turned around, and faced the Lark Legion hundreds of meters away.

Dawson's dovetail was still clean and flat, as if the previous series of battles hadn't allowed his clothes to break through or even wrinkle. Just like a towering mountain, he stood there in the air, dark and deep eyes calm and calm, but brought unspeakable despair and pressure to all Lark soldiers.

The two ancient dragons and the black elf patriarch shot together to attack the enemy, but they were so cruel that they all lost without causing any damage to the enemy's clothes!

"Soldiers of the Lark Corps, this is the first ambassador of the Silver Sand Desert. Your rulers have all been killed, and no one can lead you to the safe withdrawal of Lark. This seat is named after Celian Dawson. It is hereby announced that 500 soldiers who first returned to the Silver Sand Desert can join His Majesty the Throne, and 3,000 soldiers who return afterwards can obtain the status of officially established soldiers. Those who do not wish to surrender will be killed without pardon. "

Dawson's clear voice, like the waves of the deep sea, spread under the entire sky and passed into the ears of every soldier of the Lark group. Just a few seconds later, he could feel the "breath of the loser" emanating from the countless soldiers.

Obviously, the number of people on both sides is more than 10,000 to one, but the one with the highest number of people can hardly have the delusion of defeating a strong enemy with tactics.

Serian Dawson ’s identity as the first ambassador to His Majesty ’s throne, and the perfect gesture they saw with one enemy and three tiers to win the battle unscathed, It was like a heavy cloud of lead pressed to their hearts, making them breathless.

No one doubts that Dawson ’s "killing without pardon" is true or false. They just ca n’t hesitate to betray the homeland and the tenth throne, and turn to the tenth throne, the ambassadors, and the enemy side of the lark !!

As the army of the Lark Corps was shaken, Vice Admiral Green Lion scanned the surrounding scene and looked at the sparsely crowded Fire Music Corps, biting his teeth hard.

He raised his chest and stood up, but there was a figure half a second faster than it.

"It's ridiculous!"

A full-hearted roar has the momentum of not losing the voice of Dawson. The tens of thousands of eyes of the Lark Corps suddenly turned to the source of the sound. The man who shouted was a strong middle-aged giant, not someone else, but the former chief of the deformed beast!

"All the noble warriors from the Black Forest have pride, and they can never bow to the evil invaders who invaded the tenth throne and their hometown! Celian Dawson, right? You say madly that all the leaders of the Black Spirit were killed, That old husband Abel Lynch, let you see who is sitting here! "

The roar of Abe Lynch, the former patriarch of the Transfigurated Orcs, awakened the looming hearts of tens of thousands of soldiers. He straightened his back and stood proudly in the forefront of the Lark Legion. He carried the danger with his old and strong body, and became the last hero and leader of the Lark Legion. He also recovered from Luisa Lynch with a high probability of death. Originally belonged to his "Linchi" name.

The leader of the Lark Corps has not all been killed. There is Abel Lynch here, and Master Tianwei and Zhu Huolong who chased the enemy to the distance have not yet returned.

The Lark Corps did not lose!

Lieutenant General Green Lion opened his wings and flew to the oblique back side of Abel Lynch. His lion's eyes shot out the burning revenge, and the blue-violet flame erupting all around increased the temperature on Baidu. .

Dawson's face was very calm. If 50% of the soldiers of the Lark Corps just drifted out of the "loser's breath", the soldiers still thinking about surrender are almost gone. With his strength and prestige and critical moments, Abel Lynch dared to stand up to face the courage of the first foreign minister to calm the hearts of countless soldiers, and now he has to face the Lark Corps, which is a united army.

"It doesn't matter, I will ask you again-after excluding your new leader." Dawson said lightly.

Abel Lynch snorted violently and energetically, bursting into a deep, energy wave while taking a step forward. And Dawson, who was condescending, also took a step in the direction of the Lark Corps; his ordinary step was like a piece of invisible sea moving towards the Lark Corps!

The momentum on both sides of the battlefield was already tense, but no one expected that the quaint and majestic bell sounded from thousands of kilometers away in the next moment, ringing the world under the blazing day arc.

At the same time, Abel Lynch and Lieutenant General Green Lion looked at the distant place where the bells came. Even Dawson, who had no emotions in the fierce battle, could not avoid the pupils shrinking and the eyes shifting when he heard the bell .

This bell is the bell that ends the "Apocalypse Order" and the result is announced by the throne. It is related to the change of the thirteen throne seats in the Abyss of Apocalypse, and the special nature of the Apocalypse.

"Who won?"

Only Dawson's mind remained. Abel Lynch, Vice Admiral Green Lion, and even tens of thousands of Lark soldiers.

At the same time, Lois and Tianwei Gulong, hundreds of kilometers away, also suspended the battle between life and death. Now Lois was seriously injured in her right half of her body, she lost her right hand, and her right eye was black and blurry; the gorgeous white seat made the dress smashed to seventy-eight, especially the crippled right side, and the dress was bare. No inch of skin is smooth and intact.

Tianwei Gulong looks as miserable as Lois. The left half of it changed from the body of Ming Jinglong back to naked. The scaleless body of Tianwei Gulong; the massive pores on the whole body left winding blood, which was washed into a complete "blood dragon" ".

After all, the energy of Ning Jinglong Dragon Jade was not "grafted" to Tianwei Gulong perfectly. After Tianwei Gulong was seriously injured and overwhelmingly overwhelmed by a one-time overwhelming energy reserve, Tianwei Gulong suddenly degraded back to this pair of half Jingjing Weigulong's second looks different. The dragon jade energy in its body flows disorderly and chaotically, destroying the tissues in the body all the time, and its condition is closer to the terrible death than Lois's half-body disability.

When the quaint and majestic bells rang beside them, both sides stopped the energy of the forcible operation in their bodies, raised their ears with anticipation and fear, for fear of missing every word that announced the results of the Apocalypse.

"Kazan ..."

"Master Negar ..."

In the middle of the Silver Sand Desert, a pale palace sits securely here.

In a palace room where important wounded were housed in the pale palace. In the white and flawless room the walls were silent, huge windows opened outwards, inside and outside airy. As soon as the wind came in, the pale cyan curtains began to shake slightly.

Harvey was wrapped in a lot of bandages, and he lay honestly on the big bed that could accommodate his little giant. His eyes were closed, but he was actually awake.

Wu Qi slept in a bed next to Harvey. At this time, Wu Qi's eyelashes, which had been in a coma for a long time, finally shook twice; immediately after Wu Qi opened her long closed eyes, the dark eyes seemed to have a pair of tired spirals.

The most important aura and glory in Wu Qi ’s dark and beautiful eyes still remain. Although the vitality in his body is now like a big tree with a hollow trunk and a bare canopy, the luck of the mental energy in his unfortunate brain is so much that there are not enough puddles to fall into an idiot.

Wu Qi opened his thirsty and cracked lips subconsciously. Before he knew where he woke up, he heard Harvey's voice lying beside him.

"Take a good rest and don't disturb."

Familiar sound and familiar smell made Wu Qi feel a little better than no sense of security. He tilted his head slightly to see Harvey, who was almost bandaged, lying on another bed.

Apparently Harvey was also seriously wounded in the war against the Lark. But Harvey, like him, wasn't dead.

"Master Harvey, who is your injury left in the battle with?" Wu Qi tested a good vocal cord and suddenly asked about it when she remembered something.

Wu Qi remembered Xue's back.

Harvey didn't hide it, he said truthfully: "It's the ice curse of the Lark. She dived into the silver sand desert as a spy herself, that is, the snow golem that our hunter team had captive."

"Ice Curse ..."

Snow's conjecture was actually a reality, but Wu Qi didn't have any extra thoughts now. He just lamented that the information of "Ice Curse Seat Going Out" that he had obtained when he sneaked into the land of the ice curse survey ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ actually spanned thousands of kilometers, and finally corresponded to the hunter's snow owl Already.

"The Ice Curse makes her?"

"Dead. I personally."

"Ok."

Ending the topic of the ice spell ambassador, Wu Qi's attention returned to himself. He mobilized the power of returning to ancestralization to perceive himself in his body, only the feeling of "wretching".

Had it not been for some corpse virus to control this body, this run-down body would have long been the soul of Huang Quan.

In addition to feeling the body's rundown, Wu Qi also felt the special energy breath fragments that remained in his texture and bone gaps.

These energy smashes are no stranger to Wu Qi, this is the breath of "ghost deification". Coupled with a bit of unconscious memory recalled by Wu Qi as much as possible, he basically determined that before he was unconscious, he did indeed perform the "ghost deification" that would burn his life to death once the intelligence was applied once.

Needless to say, the power of "ghost deification" must have been secretly planted by Kazan's guy, in order to burn his life and end up with a powerful enemy at the critical moment of the war. You may be lucky to replace an enemy ambassador.

Wu Qi was silent, without sighing. First of all, the poor state of the body does not allow him to regenerate without delay, and to what extent the war has developed, and if there are any results, he wants to know more.

When Wu Qi was thinking, the long quaint bell rang in the sky outside the pale palace.

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