Cataclysmic Transformation

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"Chou Family? I don't have one?" The naive Ron was still confused, and he could not think of himself that would provoke the Chou Family.

Khomelin's face was solemn, "Nothing wrong, they are here for you, go away, it's too late to be late ..." [Search for the latest updates

Ron's face also changed slightly, at this time he had heard the chaotic footsteps.

He looked up and saw that three figures had appeared on the stone bridge.

These three men were the killers sent by Naka Manor. They didn't cover their faces, maybe they didn't think they needed them at all.

"It's this little kid?" Said a man in ordinary clothes with brown hair and two daggers in his waist. His eyes looked at Ron for a while.

"Yes, it's him. He's the one appointed by the boss to kill him ..." said Shen Sheng, another middle-aged man dressed in blue. He was the big housekeeper of Naka Manor.

"In order to kill the three of us, did the three of us make a fuss ..." The brown-haired man was slightly dissatisfied. According to his ideas, he could just come alone.

The man in black has been quietly nodding his head softly, his voice is hoarse and unpleasant, "Do it, youngest, quickly complete the task of the boss to take us, and then go back to the business ..."

The brown-haired man smiled, "But since it's the boss's business, then make it difficult for him ..."

He turned to Ron and grinned, "Boy, you plant it yourself, so as not to stain my hands ..."

Ron was leaning back against the wall, his heart pounding non-stop, staring at him with the brown-haired man's viper's eyes, he really felt a trace of panic.

"Run quickly ... Ron, you are not their opponent ..." Khomelin also saw that the situation was extremely unfavorable to Ron, and he hurriedly reminded that although these three are not powerful, they are just apprentices. Strength is enough, but it is enough to deal with a 13-year-old ordinary child.

"You are the people of Naka Manor?" Ron is not stupid. He has always been kind to people. He will never have any enemy. The only thing that can conflict is only the people of Naka Manor, but it is naive. Ron would never understand that these people killed his grandpa this afternoon, why did he come to kill him at night.

"Haha, smart." The brown-haired man smiled, ignoring a child like Ron, and said, "Yes, we are the people of Naka Manor."

"Why?" Ron's hands were shaking and his voice was shaking. "You only killed my grandpa this afternoon, why would you kill me?"

"It's very simple, they have to kill everything and don't give you the opportunity to avenge revenge. Even if it's a child, who knows how far you will go in the future." The Khomelin people naturally know what these people are thinking.

"Hey, that's what the boss means, boy, just accept your fate." The brown-haired man drew his dagger from his waist and approached Ron step by step.

"Tell him so much nonsense, do it quickly so as not to have too many nights." The man in black urged.

"Yes, boss." The brown-haired man didn't dare to disobey the words of the man in black, and he closed his mouth in amusement.

"Dead, kid ..." The brown-haired man raised his dagger in his hand and rushed at Ron, and the dagger produced a faint cold light on a calm night.

"Ah ..." Seeing the dagger cut, Ron flashed suddenly, dodged the dagger, and the man fell to the ground.

"Hey, the reaction is good ..." The brown-haired man grinned and kicked.

Now Ron couldn't escape, and he was directly hit in the arm. He only felt a violent attack, "click ..." The arm was dislocated.

"Yeah--"

Ron was cold and sweating in pain, but forced to stand without a cry and stumbled back several steps.

"Help, kill someone ..."

Ron was so anxious and screamed that he ripped his throat.

"Useless, it's too far from the town."

The brown-haired man smiled for a while. As a man at Naka Manor, he already knew the situation of Maple Leaf Town. After all, Naka Manor was not far from Maple Leaf Town.

There was a desperation in Ron's heart. Why didn't he know this, but he just wanted to surprise the other party, and the other party was unmoved.

The brown-haired man groaned and rushed to Ron again, the short sword dancing in his hands became a silver light.

Ron flashed from side to side, hitting several swords one after another, and blood was flowing in the place where the sword was.

"No, if you go on like this, Ron will be killed ..." Khomelin was nervous, and if Ron was killed, he would have to fall asleep again, waking up again and wondering where he would be.

He gritted his teeth, "Only this way ..."

Not long after, Ron had been knocked to the ground by a brown-haired man. He stomped heavily on Ron ’s chest and sneered, "It's really flexible ... But you can't escape the fate of death ..."

It is impossible for a 15-year-old ordinary child to beat an adult. Moreover, this adult is obviously trained, and he is a thief of probation level.

The brown-haired man raised his dagger in his hand, and was about to pierce Ron's chest.

"I'm going to die, Grandpa, I can't help you get revenge, and wait for me, Ron will go to you immediately ..." Ron's heart was full of despair, and he closed his eyes.

As Ron closed his eyes to die, a voice came from the bottom of his heart.

"Ron, open your mind guard and let me enter your body ..."

Ron was startled, "Yes ... Grandpa Khomelin, he ..."

He hadn't waited for his reaction, only to feel his heart revive, and a powerful force invaded his soul.

"Grandpa Khomelin, you ..."

"Don't talk, just watch ..." Khomelin's voice came from the depths of the soul.

Ron opened his eyes, and a cold light quickly fell to his chest. He wanted to call, but he couldn't make a sound. He wanted to move, but couldn't move at all.

"The soul hurts ..."

A strange consciousness came.

I saw that the brown-haired man howled in pain and reached over his head to cover his head. The short sword in his hand did not know where he was thrown.

The mutated student, the behavior of the brown-haired man made those two also stunned, what the **** is this third boy doing?

"Sir, how are you?" The man in black first noticed something was wrong.

"The third ..." the big housekeeper shouted.

"It's okay, it hurts somehow ..." The brown-haired man seemed to feel normal again.

"Why does a good head suddenly hurt?" The man in black sneered coldly, as if expressing unbelief.

"I don't know, uh, it seems to be alright ..." The brown-haired man shook his head.

At this moment, the big housekeeper shook like a ghost, "He ... what's wrong with him?"

"Huh?" The elder brother in black looked away, his eyes fixed, and he saw that the child called the target had a strange change.

The child stood up somehow. His body was entangled with black air, his mouth sneered at night, and his eyes glowed green, and he sneered at the three of them.

"You ... you don't have to pretend to be a ghost, it's useless ..." The brown-haired man was dazed and his spirit was much weaker.

Ron's body was occupied by Khomelin, and he could only watch all this without seeing it.

"Ron" moved, and only felt a sudden pain. The left arm was dislocated. "There is only one arm, but ... enough ..."

Ron pointed his finger at the three men, and said in a hoarse voice, "You are all going to die ..."

"Skeleton Warrior, come out to me ..." I saw "Ron" 's hand, and I didn't see how he pronounced the spell. A black diffused from under his feet, and the land began to harden.

Immediately afterwards, weird things happened, and the hardened earth shook a while, gradually showing a trace of white flowers, and three or four skulls were just drilled out of the ground.

"This ... what is this?" The man in black was startled.

The four skeleton warriors scrambled out of the ground scrambling like a goblin out of hell, standing in front of the three men, making a heart-warming roar. @ 黄 小说 /class12/1.html

"Ah?" Seeing the appearance of four skeleton warriors, the three men went straight.

The brown-haired man glanced at the skulls in front of him, rubbed his eyes, and said to the man in black, "Boss, why are these things so familiar, as if I have seen them somewhere."

"We have seen this thing in the city of Reims in the Roland Empire ..." The man in black was relieved. "Oh, I remembered it. This is the legendary Necromancer, haha. It's actually Necromancer. You guys learn Undead magic ... "

"Do you know that you are afraid ..." Khomelin couldn't help but feel complacent. Of course, his strength is more than that, but now he is in a soul state, and it takes a lot of soul power to do this step.

But what he said in the next conversation was like a plate of cold water pouring down Khomelin, making him very depressed.

"Oh, it turned out to be undead magic ..." The brown-haired man couldn't help laughing. "Cut, do you think that if you learn this shit-like undead magic, you can rebel against us? This thing is bluffing and fighting is like garbage ..."

"What the **** is going on?" The big housekeeper was still confused. He was from Naka Manor and had never been to Lance City.

The man in black sneered and said to him, "Master Master, if you haven't seen it before, you will still be fooled by this thing. In fact, this is undead magic, also known as the magic of the poor. But in fact, fart is useless. In Lance City, one gold coin can be learned, and it also includes the church ... "

"Oh, that's the case ..." The butler suddenly realized.

"Youngest man, kill this kid quickly, don't take the time ..." The man in black said.

"Good ..." The brown-haired man grinned, "Boy, don't do so many tricks, it's useless to do anything, just come and die!"

"I-fuck-your grandma's ..." Homelin couldn't help it anymore, he couldn't think of it. The powerful, mysterious, and horrible undead magic was actually named "Junk Magic". Provoking his bottom line again and again, Khomelin was already incredibly angry.

Sneered and said, "Since this is the case, you should try the power of this garbage magic ..."

"Give me, kill these guys ..."

With a slight wave of his hand, the four skeleton warriors pounced on the three as if the soldier had received the command of the general.

The first target of the Skeleton Warrior is a brown-haired man.