Cthulhu Gonfalon

It is noon now, the sun is shining. But when the figure in the thick robes and hood came out from the shade of the tree, the woods immediately sank.

It is not that there are dark clouds in the sky. At this moment, there are still clear skies, and a few clouds in the area cannot cover the sun. But when the man appeared, there was a "shadow" that spread out in the woods, as if it were foggy.

If Yuxiong is willing, it is easy to dispel these shadows. But he did nothing, quietly parked in the air, watching the man.

The man walked very slowly, almost every step was slow to take out, and then waited for the forefoot to land, stand firm, and then stop for a while before lifting the hind foot and moving forward. As he walked, his body trembled from time to time, like a weak and weak look, and it was like a painful convulsion.

From the tree to the male, in total no more than twenty meters of road, he walked for more than five minutes.

When he came to the front, Xiongxiong sighed and said, "I didn't expect it to be you, but I didn't expect you to become like this."

The man was silent for a moment, and he made a hoarse and laughter: "I didn't expect that I would fall to this point. I didn't even think that when the mountains were running out, the only thing that could entrust the future was not my old friend, but a birth. Soon newcomers, even my enemies before."

After hearing him say "the aftermath," Xiong Xiong was a little surprised and asked: "What is your situation so serious?"

"If it is not serious, with my character, may I invite you to meet you?" The man asked.

Yuxiong thought about it and smiled.

As this person said, if the situation is not serious, if the situation is not serious, the other party will never come to see him, and even this idea will not be there.

In other words, this guy can be forced to find the heroes to explain the aftermath, I am afraid that he is really far from the end of the mountain, not far from death.

If there is nothing to care about if he is dead, how dare he appear in front of him? Believe it or not, Xiong Xiong directly killed him with one tentacle!

In the gods, it is absolutely none of him who wants to kill him!

Over the years, he has added a lot of trouble to Yuxiong, and he has tossed up the fact that he doesn’t know how many **** is going to be the stove. If it weren’t for the hard-working fists, the brothers under the hand would do the right thing, and it’s already a big mess!

"The **** of conspiracy, you have today!" He sneered, and said bluntly, "Although you are so pitiful, I will not pity you. If you want to play tricks, it is the wrong person. !"

The idea is to try to attract the scorpion, wearing a hood that is weak and weak, and claiming to be short-lived is the **** of conspiracy.

Although he does not know why He is weak to this point, but Xiong Xiong does not relax his vigilance against him. As everyone knows, the power of the conspiracy **** is not outstanding, but the gods that he killed, and the gods who died indirectly in his conspiracy, even more than the warlord Wenner.

This **** advocates the use of wisdom rather than force to solve problems. He believes that things that can be done with the brain should try not to use knives. At the same time, he praises the wisdom of orderly evil, and believes that the rules are used reasonably to get the opponent into the trap. Going is the true embodiment of wisdom.

It has been tens of thousands of years since He appeared. For thousands of years, He and his followers have been making waves everywhere, and many times hiding behind the scenes to plot a frightening conspiracy. I don't know how many emperors will die in their conspiracy, and they don't know how many ups and downs are driven by their black hands. For example, the Wilder family, the famous "army division" of the Orc Empire, has his altar and is very close to his priesthood.

Yan Xiong also ate the loss of this confession. Although he could not find evidence for many things, he can be sure that most of the troubles he has encountered over the years have been indispensable to the teachings and incitement of the conspiracy god.

Therefore, he has already made up his mind. If there is a chance to encounter the **** of conspiracy in the future, he will definitely say nothing and kill him directly!

However, the conspiracy **** that appeared in front of him at this moment is only an incarnation, and it does not make sense to kill. And looking at his bear, it seems that it is almost finished, and there is no difference between playing or not playing.

Xiong Xiong is not the kind of person who will say "Oh, I forgive you" before the enemy dies. Although he is kind, he praises Mr. Lu Xun's phrase "I don't forgive one." But seeing the enemy is going to die, and it seems that the death is still very bad, he is too lazy to make up a knife.

Maybe you have to make up a knife, but let the **** of conspiracy die...

Just as there is no desire, just though he is somewhat curious, he does not want to get any benefit from the conspiracy god. Even the interest of hacking each other is gone, so even the conspiracy god’s mysterious slogan’s appetite He also ignored it, just floating quietly in the air, waiting for the other party to continue.

The **** of conspiracy waited for a while, and found that Xiongxiong did not say anything, but had to open his own mouth and broke the cold field.

"Don't you be curious? Why did I become like this?" He asked.

"Curious is of course curious." Yan Xiong replied frankly, "But if you don't want to say it, then that's it. There are so many dead people in the world, I really don't have to study how everyone died." - Studying how you die, can it help me?"

He had just said it casually, but the conspiracy **** laughed: "You reminded me that if I can study the process of my death face to face, I might be able to help you a lot. So if we can talk, I Just come to see you, let you see for yourself how I died."

Having said that, he paused and seemed to be thinking about something, and then said: "Actually... maybe this is really necessary. By studying the process of my death, I might make you stronger, at least to master some. Useful skills, in the future... probably will help."

"You are not sure about this?"

"Yeah, there is no way to be sure."

Yan Xiong sighed: "Look at what you look like now, it is not like the behind-the-scenes black hands of various conspirators in the world!"

"Even if it is a majestic beast, it will be painful and sorrowful when it dies; even a long-lived dragon will weep when death is about to come. Is there anything wrong with fear of death?" The conspiracy **** was not angry because of being ironic. Plainly, "What's more... If you really know how I died, your expression may not be so calm."

When he thought about it, he nodded. "You are right. It is a scary thing to think about what you can do."

"So I want to make a deal with you." The **** of conspiracy said, "I pay enough to exchange you for a promise."

"What promise?" asked Xiong Xiong.

"If you have a chance in the future, help me revenge."