Emperor of Arcane

"You're lucky!"

Bobo curled his lips and stared at the murloc warriors who had escaped. {What? You don’t know yet|Read COM, read the chapters without mistakes|Hurry up and Google them}

Gulu rolled his eyes slightly, and Bobo shouted in a sharp voice:

"Catch these idiots who just ran away!"

The smarter murloc warriors were a little confused. They were not the ones that escaped just now.

But the surrounding murlocs did not hesitate. They were completely subdued by Bobo and swarmed these murloc warriors who usually bullied them!

The larger fish-man warriors are stronger than ordinary fish-men, but their number is only a few tenths of the latter.

Before they could react, they were overwhelmed by the howling ordinary fishmen.

After Bobo had thought clearly, a smirk suddenly appeared on his face, and he ordered all the fish-men warriors to be dragged over.

Lao Liu, who was seriously injured, opened his mouth very skillfully and had a hearty meal, which was regarded as a mouthful of blood.

This scene fell in Beelzebub's eyes, making him shake his head involuntarily.

If it were before, he wouldn't have had much feeling about all this.

But after arriving in the Gulf Territory, I felt a little weird about this kind of unscrupulous cannibalism.

Beelzebub was very sure that this was not weakness as he thought before, but that he had become more bottom-line and principled.

He knows what he wants!

Know what you want to protect.

He has the confidence to fight and the confidence to defeat any enemy.

For example, Hawke was released again by Yaya.

Hawke was in a daze in the quagmire.

Before he could react, he saw the heavily armed Beelzebub walking over from the mist in the distance.

"Who is he? From the Gulf Territory?"

Beelzebub stood silently 20 meters in front of Hawke and said in a muffled voice:

"As long as you defeat me, you can leave directly."

"If you are defeated by me, then sorry, all the weapons and equipment on your body will belong to me."

There was no trace of greed in his tone, only an extremely strong fighting spirit!

Hawk glanced at the burly Beelzebub and felt considerable pressure from him.

He could tell at a glance that Beelzebub was a barbarian soldier.

Look at the sophisticated weapons and armor on his body, all of which are enchanted armor.

A three-pointer better than what he had, so he must be from the Bay Area.

"Barbarians don't know how to spend money to buy equipment, and they don't have the channels to do so."

Hawke didn't say much, nodded calmly, adjusted his breathing slowly, shook off the mud on his hands, and disassembled the knight's armor piece by piece.

Wearing these bulky armors in the soft mud would only slow down his speed.

Hawke made a simple judgment and determined that he would definitely not be able to beat Beelzebub in terms of strength.

He wants to ensure the advantage of agility as much as possible.

His idea is undoubtedly correct!

Beelzebub, who was exuding a slight chill, charged towards him fiercely like a bull.

The feeling of suffocation coming towards him made Hawk's heart suddenly tighten.

Invincible!

A silver-gray light flashed across the soles of Hawke's feet, causing his slightly stagnant steps to suddenly improve a lot.

Beelzebub's slightly slower rhythm was stuck.

At this moment, the swinging sword tip, in conjunction with Hawke's footsteps, stabbed Beelzebub's waist.

The angle is tricky, the movements are strange, and the speed is extremely fast!

Beelzebub relied on his beast-like intuition to move the long axe, and first deflected the long sword that was stabbing him.

Bang!

The sword trembled slightly, and his wrist felt sore. Hawke secretly cursed "Barbarian" in his heart.

With his flexible footsteps and rhythm, he constantly avoided the ax wielded by Bessi.

He moved around Beelzebub, trying to find better opportunities.

Hawke didn't think about escaping, and it would be very stupid to do so.

The attack that made him unconscious just now has not been thought through yet, so it is best not to anger the opponent in the dark.

far away.

In the renovated transport team, the somewhat chaotic people calmed down a little.

The murlocs forming a circle in the mist put considerable pressure on them.

Everyone swallowed involuntarily and took out various tools from the truck that had been prepared earlier.

While bandaging the wounded, weapons and armor were changed.

Even though a lot of the goods were to be transported to the Carlisle camp, they no longer cared about that much.

Surviving is the most important thing.

As for these supplies, anyone who wants to give them can do so.

Although the fishmen were powerful just now, they did not cause much damage.

Just when they thought that the fishman was just accumulating strength and preparing to catch them off guard.

But they waited for nearly half an hour.

Still no fishmen attacked them.

In this case, they became more and more nervous and began to argue with each other.

Stay where you are?

Or should we fight out while we still have the strength?

Before they could reach a unified opinion, dense murlocs surrounded them from the south, north, and west.

Only the direction of the destination was empty - the east!

There didn't seem to be a single murloc there.

In this case, their first reaction was that there must be a trap in the East.

But facing the fish-men who charged forward without fear of death.

The little bit of physical strength they had just recovered was being rapidly consumed.

As a result, they were forced to retreat eastward.

The noisy shouts of the fishmen and the surging figures in the fog brought them considerable pressure.

When one of the cart drivers was so frightened that he dropped his weapon, turned around and fled.

The remaining people could no longer withstand the pressure of death and fled eastward.

"Run! Run! The faster you run, the better!"

"Anyway, leave the stuff to me!"

Bobo, hiding in the fog, sneered.

He looked at the transport teams escaping in confusion and felt that he had regained the confidence he had just lost.

"The number of fishmen should be as large as possible!"

With this thought in his mind, Bobo grinned happily and directed the giant crocodile Lao Liu to rush over as he saw the people in the transport team running away.

Looking at the vehicles and supplies scattered on the ground, he looked without any nostalgia and searched tirelessly for weapons suitable for him to use.

The swamp giant crocodile is quite picky, eating only the corpses of larger fish-men warriors and disdainful of human corpses.

Bobo hummed and turned around for a long time, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

He pulled out a shiny dagger from the mud, wiped it happily, and pinned it to his waist skillfully.

Before he could react, a terrifying pressure fell from above.

Bobo turned around and saw that Lao Liu, who had been eating and drinking just now, was pushed to the ground by his great master, whimpering and shaking, looking quite scared.

Facing Shang Yaya's blue eyes, Bobo immediately shrank his neck, knelt down without hesitation, and shouted in a respectful tone:

"I beg my great master not to eat Lao Liu, it's too tight and a bit smelly!"

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