Ride and Cut

This is the first time that the remote wilderness has become so lively, full of ambitious conscripts in fresh clothes and angry horses, and all of them are very generous.

It is unacceptable that this kind of fat sheep should not be slaughtered. Just leading the way as a guide made the natives earn a lot of extra money. Through the trade cycle, it is inevitable to end up in the warehouse of the king of the wild.

Faced with this situation, Li Cha himself was very dumbfounded. It's not that he didn't try to organize the bards to fight a public opinion war, but when they heard that the employer was the lord of the Alpine Fort, they would rather starve to death than accept the work.

Fighting with words does not make fighting with martial arts.

The lord thought that if this group of righteous partners had a chance to slay a dragon, he would become a dragon himself. So he was not polite at all, and asked the patrolling warriors to greet them severely.

It is not that there are young Jun Yan with outstanding martial arts skills and mastery of fighting spirit in the conquest army, who is quite like the heroine in the knight novel.

But compared with the regular fighters of the Ripper Legion, their little force is like a spark trying to compete with the eternal burning sun, which is purely self-defeating.

He was beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and his family was notified to pay the ransom. After a few diehards were thrown to dig iron ore for a few days, they all gave in one after another.

Alpine Castle has been spending a lot recently, and the rapid decline in gold coin inventory was once a headache. After such a fuss, it began to rise steadily, which made Annie very happy.

It's just that the name of the devil king has been confirmed even more, and it has been used by various street newspapers to rank alongside the famous stupid kings in history. But Li Cha had no choice but to find that the reputation of the system had risen faster than ever before, which made him puzzled for a while.

Because prestige is not only something that can be improved simply by being famous, but also needs to be admired or feared by others.

Time passed like this little by little, no matter how long the cool-down period was, there would always be a day when it would end.

It's just that there is no stock in the sky and the ring of thunder now. If we want to reproduce the glorious scene of Winter City, we have to reserve it again. Fortunately, there is a troll shaman in Alpine Fort who masters lightning spells.

Although the ring of sky and thunder can't be as arrogant as directly absorbing thunder spells, it can absorb free elements after the spells collapse.

The "Gordon Quadruple Lightning" slammed towards an iron plate, and the dissociated electric light converged into the ivory bracelet-like ring.

Delicious and delicious food provided for the giant monster shaman to work hard for half a month, and he recharged a very considerable reserve for the ring of sky and thunder.

Li Cha didn't delay, and immediately took Qiqiu to the underground cave in the New World to settle the grievance in one fell swoop.

The ten-bladed ghost of resentment is still floating above the lava lake, roughly maintaining the appearance of Ragnaros when he was alive, but his face has become very blurred. The most surprising thing is that the invisible spirit body is bound by a real chain around its waist, and cannot leave for even a moment.

"Reptiles, welcome to death!" The misty scream was like a fierce north wind in midwinter, which made people feel chills on the back of their necks.

"Pindao is going to kill you, a bastard today!" The enemy was extremely jealous when they met.

"Eat my Nine Heavens Thunderbolt Fa-rectification!" Li Cha's two fingers and the sword flashed, poking at the resentful ghost flying over aggressively, and at the same time winking at Qiqiu, "Please turn around, baby."

"Chichu!"

"Zi!"

Purple lightning suddenly lit up in the dark underground cave, and the lord led Qiqiu without saying a word and turned around and ran away—you can’t run, the sky and the lightning released by the Thunder Ring can’t distinguish between enemy and friend.

At the beginning, the screams of resentful ghosts were accompanied by the explosion of thunder and lightning piercing the air, dense like raindrops, it was simply earth-shattering. Later, both the screams and the explosions began to gradually stop.

When Li Cha came back with Qiqiu, he couldn't help being shocked by the terrible damage caused by the thunder—whether it was the ground or the stalagmites, or even the higher domes, there were crisscross streams of incandescent slurry, which were slowly flowing and dripping under the action of gravity. Let this dark cave be as bright as lights and festoons.

That is the rock melted by the high temperature of the electric snake!

The mushrooms growing by the magma lake still maintain their outlines, but when they are lightly touched with their feet, they immediately explode into a ball of carbon powder like smoke, which is obviously burned through.

"Oh!" Li Cha exclaimed with the little nigger in his arms.

The ghost of resentment floated in the air, its body flickered like a light bulb with insufficient power supply, and it was on the verge of collapse. It is very difficult to even move, let alone launch any attack.

The function of scattered collection and one-time release is really sharp.

This time the reserves come from the friendship contribution of the giant monster shaman for half a month, because it has to be collected after the spell collapses, and a part of it will inevitably be lost. But even that was enough to kill the Wraith Specter.

If the troll shaman were to cast spells directly on the souls of this level for half a month, the level gap would be too large, and it would probably be useless.

At the last moment of his life, Ragnaros finally woke up from that unprovoked rage, and his last words are very intriguing-"I am free."

The Balrog, who had been drained of all value by the goblin and had dedicated his life, body, bones, and soul, began to fall into eternal tranquility. From bottom to top, his spiritual body gradually disintegrated into fine milky white light particles, which spread in all directions and gradually dimmed.

In the dark underground cave, this scene has a kind of breathtaking beauty.

Before Li Cha had time to express his emotions, he suddenly lightened his hand, and Qiqiu turned into a black monster and attacked like chasing the wind and chasing the moon.

It is like a bird preying on moths, chasing the scattered light particles, opening its bloody mouth and swallowing them continuously. It's just that those light particles quickly dimmed and disappeared as soon as they left the body, no matter how hard Qiqiu tried, he couldn't get all of them into his bag.

"Why don't you go eat some too?" The lord, thinking about the shame of waste, took out the dragon crystal and earnestly persuaded the wandering soul inside.

"I..." Thutmose looked very at a loss, and said uncertainly, "It seems that there is no such function..."

Li Cha was about to continue talking when he suddenly felt a slight tremor on the ground under his feet, which became more and more obvious as time went by.

"Not good, an earthquake!" His face changed drastically.

This is an underground space, and no one dares to guarantee whether the structure can be stable enough to resist earthquakes. If a subsidence occurs, there will be a hundred yards of soil separated from the ground, and it will be more difficult to go back than going to heaven!

The fiery magma began to vibrate violently, setting off waves and splashing on the shore wantonly, Li Cha quickly jumped into the air to prevent injury.

He beckoned Qiqiu to be ready to slip immediately, but the little black ghost chased the light particles without stopping, and looked back at him pitifully from time to time, which was obviously very reluctant.

"Damn!" The lord was almost pissed off.

Qiqiu, who has always been very obedient, actually picked such a terrible time to rebel!

Before the holiday, I thought, if I can write 700,000 this holiday, it would be too nb.

Unexpectedly, the wish came true, in a way I didn't expect at all. . .