The Crazy Knight’s Age of the Universe

At 3 o'clock in the morning, the thick black clouds covered the moonlight, and the light-off time of the children's paper had already passed.

But some things that belong to adults are just beginning.

Gray days, gray fields, gray fog, gray forests... and black men who fled like wild dogs.

Dozens of squads are armed with weapons, bows and arrows, muskets and long swords.

The weapons on their backs that are vaguely revealing the fire are the valuable magical enchantments of fire magic, which can be used to set fire to the house.

The pale yellow luster on the arrow is the enchanted armored arrow that equals the value of gold, and is often used only to assassinate important targets.

Those who can afford such weapons are obviously not ordinary rookie adventurers.

In fact, the Black Warrior's **** dog ​​fight group is indeed famous in the city of Sol.

Any business dare to pick them up, with a bottom line and a good reputation for being good at shopping.

And because of the courage to take over the task of war and dirty work, the rumors even won the favor of the great aristocracy, and will soon become the pro-infantry of the amnesty, it is also a leader.

At this time they appeared in the suburbs, but also covered with black cloth, obviously they are not doing good things to see the light.

Judging from their horrified eyes and broken leather, their mission is estimated to have failed.

Now they are like wild dogs, just because they are really a group of defeated dogs.

".........Why, it’s just an ordinary school, there is such a strange..."

The whispered communication suddenly stopped, and his companions jerked back, only to notice that the multi-mouthed person had fallen down.

The neck has opened a hole, and under the gaze of the moonlight, a silver finger with a finger is reflecting the radiance of holiness.

One of them is passing through his stomata.

The blood has been left in the ground, and the unlucky one has not died on the spot.

He grasped his neck with both hands, and his output was so clear that the **** handprints were clearly visible, but he still couldn't say a word.

The blood marks and gravel caught on the ground, the eyeballs that have already protruded from the direction of the companions, the desire for life, and the help for the companions have become more obvious.

However, his companions did not even hesitate, and turned their heads and continued to escape.

Only a female pastor with a cross on her chest seemed to be unable to tolerate the desperate look. She ran two steps without the conscience of suffering, and turned back to rescue her companions.

Seeing that someone turned back, the swordsman on the ground showed a happy look, and saw that he was able to save his pastor, and that joy doubled in an instant.

"There is salvation, there is salvation. I can live."

Perhaps only the desperate people can express their excitement and joy so clearly with their eyes.

Close, near........ When the healing silver light touches itself, the expression of the swordsman is radically changed again.

The ecstasy turned into a horror, and then turned into fear. In the end, it turned into a desperate laughter... He died in despair, but he did not leave alone.

His companion, the soft-hearted female pastor, lay a distance in his step, just the distance that he reached out.

The same wound was inserted in the trachea, and the woman could not do it even with mourning. The healing chanting was gone. Now, it is her turn to struggle in a pool of blood.

Then, there wasn't a good-hearted person who would stop to save her. She could only turn her weak companion into a distant black spot... And in the process, two people fell silently.

"It's a wonderful, good-hearted soul that has gone astray, and the last good deed, but it has been turned away, the pastor of the owner of the water bottle, what is the last testament?"

The murderer walked out of the shadows leisurely, with a smile of satisfaction and joy, asking the victim's last words.

"Poor child, you are abandoned, will you curse them? Want them to come down with you? Or do you want them to die like you? Yes, you can, as a shepherd, let me hear you last. The voice of the soul."

With his head down, the murderer touches the lips of the female pastor and reads her last words.

"Please, please... let go, he, are you?"

The murderer also stumbled, and did not expect the pastor's last words would be forgiven.

"It’s a living saint, I’ve been touched by you, so I let it go.... Oh, you thought I would say that you are really bored. It’s too boring, I don’t want to talk to you bored. ""

"Hey."

If you don't want to talk to you, please go to hell.

The sound was crisp, and under the slender silver boots, the priest's skull had become a fragment.

"Don't look at me without looking at it. It's just a task that must be done. Well, it's just work, I'm not killing, I don't like boring killing."

Unsatisfied hunters licked their lips, blood and eagerness to make the gorgeous red lips more glamorous.

She poked out the slender fingers, licking the tip of her tongue and placing it in the wind.

She looked to the front, the wind was passing the news, the prey still ran far enough, their number is very sufficient, the time is still early......... Is there any better news than this?

Tonight, you can hunt again.

At her feet, the priest's men left two blood words, which is the last words she left to fight, which is the murderer's message.

"Black blood elves."

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"Get out of the woods!"

Those who are familiar with the blood wolf dimon will never imagine that he will be such a wretched day as the head of the **** war dog regiment.

The vampire epee with precious bloodsucking enchantment has been lost. In order to escape, the expensive and heavy King Kong has only a helmet left, and the formerly unrestrained heroic face is now only fear from the bottom of my heart.

In the past, he let his opponent fear and despair, and the bloodthirsty battlefield is the place where he feels that he is alive.

He loves the battlefield and loves fighting. He believes that no matter how bad the battlefield environment is, he is the son of the heavenly election who can always live.

This kind of mentality makes him always on the verge of life and death, and it is his mentality that makes the **** war dog go today.

But now, this battlefield harvester-style mad warrior is excited to see the edge of the forest.

Outside the forest is a plain. As long as you leave the forest, the attacking method of the other party is ineffective. You can escape from your own line. Even, you can consider anti-killing!

"........ are all elite. When you come, there are thirty-six people. In the end, there are only five people.... No, as long as I am alive, the **** dog ​​will not end."

Looking at the remaining five companions, Dimon was somewhat sad and happy.

Sadness is too much to die. The joy is that life and death are really a big test. The ones that live to the present are the most optimistic battle group backbones, and as long as this embarrassment is passed, the **** war dogs will be stronger.

"Out!"

Through the towering trees, a corner, the eyes suddenly open, in front of the plain under the moonlight.

Demon, who was full of joy, looked at his companion, but saw an unforgettable scene.

The weapon master Shulby is looking at himself with the same joy, and the upper part of his head has already flown to the sky, while the lower part of the body has stopped behind.

The arm, the footsteps, and the invisible silk line separated his limbs. Before the ecstasy turned into misery, only a dozen pieces of minced meat and blood were left on the ground.

In the location where Shurbey was just now, several gold wires stopped there, and blood was not contaminated.

Finally, Dimon stopped, and at his hand, the broken meat that used to be the master of weapons lay on the ground.

Blood gas surged in his mind, and the mad warrior swelled in a circle. At this moment, he could not bear it. ,

"Bastard, come out, it's a man's words, there is courage and Laozi's positive duel, hiding in the shadows, the dark arrows hurt people are cowards and cowards."

The Berserker roared in the open space, despair and anger made it about to enter a deep mad state.

"Oh, this is the year of the radical line."

The provocation that didn't have much expectations actually got a response, and he was ecstatic and rushed to the vocal.

"what!"

"Boss, this is a trap!"

But also took two steps, but found that among the last three companions, the two screams have been mad.

It seems that in order to make them finally scream, the silver needle is inserted on the chest instead of the neck.

Dimeng closed his eyes in despair. At this moment, the backbone of the battle group, which has been together for five years, only his own deputy head, Sofitel, looked at himself desperately.

This is an obvious trap. The direction in which the attack occurs is where the sound is opposite.

"Oh, I am embarrassed to play you, um, as a sincere apology, or I will let you live a little, um, I like the strong, so I put the strongest of you."

What do you mean?

The maddening mind made Demon react slowly, but the screaming Sofitel’s heavy axe made him react instantly.

"Old man, you are crazy........ Damn! Do you believe this obvious lie?"

"....... at least possible."

Sofitel’s axe was the answer, and the two men scored, but Dimon accidentally discovered that the heavy axe had a force.

For the old man, he will understand the next moment.

"Fake, then look for a turn."

But the female voice was ringing again, but this time, she could not find the direction.

"This is filthy. I swear in the name of the **** Lord of my race, Natasha, I never lie."

Lord of the Black Blood? Black blood elf? Damn, isn't that completely hopeless?

After the death of the ancient dark elf **** Rose, some evil dark elves went to the surface and converted into relatively good gray elves under the guidance of Luna.

But it is said that in the distant dungeon world, some dark elves still adhere to the way of life in the past. Killing, betrayal, and killing are their commonplace, and those who are called the black blood elves are believed to be the Lord of Black Blood.

The name of the **** can not be mentioned casually, so the basic hidden in the dark is definitely the black blood elf, which is the cruelest killer and assassin.

I remembered the cruel rumors of this race, such as the "tradition" of ten newborns killing one of the strongest, and the rumors that they have no mercy to kill, that is, Demon also shakes.

Natasha? Natasha. Su? ! The rumored bloodmoon reaper? Two years ago, the super assassin of the limestone city owner was assassinated.

So Dimen made a determination.

The next moment, his last companion, the deputy head of Sofitel’s head flew to the sky, and the face was full of incredulity and horror.... Say good fake?

".......Sorry, old man, but as long as I live, our blood, **** dogs will not end!"

"Ha ha ha! Well done, old guy, I like you a little."

The female laughter in midair makes him feel bad.

"However, I always like to say these boring words, directly saying that I want to live, so you can't die. Well, adults are boring, just like to use various excuses to give their reasons."

This time, the voice was still coming in midair. Dimon looked up and found that the killer in the shadow actually stood on top of his head.

The old trees are entwined with fine silky gold silk, and on it, the silver-haired black elf is looking at herself with a smile.

"there!"

The first time I saw the killer tonight, Dimon wanted to take revenge. The blood of the Berserker reminded herself of the madness and shredded her.

But the black blood elf is darker than the gray elf, reminding himself of the terrible power of the legendary race.

"........Your promise is valid, I can go."

But in the end, reason suppressed the hatred. Since she dared to appear in front of herself, she should be tempted to shoot herself, and then she could kill herself without violating her promise.

Look, who said that the Berserker is a fool without a brain, professional discrimination is not allowed, how to live to the last moment may be a fool.

When it is found that something can't be done, the order to give up the teammate's companion is what he gave. In this case, the strongest person is the most likely to survive.

"Hmm, please go, don't take care of me. After all, my mission is complete."

"……..task?"

Dimon had already stepped out of the forest, but eventually could not help but ask.

"Intercepting you in this forest, it is not my task to go out of this forest. He is waiting for you."

"he!?"

Dimon, full of anger, screamed at him, and if he didn't know that he was being played at this moment, he was really mad.

The dark clouds in the sky opened a hole, the silver moonlight fell, not far from the front, there was a mountain of flesh and blood.

he? The headless knight stood there, the soul of the corpse was attracted by its shield, and the reddish magic sword greedily swallowed blood.

At the waist of the headless knight, several heads were tied, and Dimeng found that they were all old acquaintances.

"Three-headed dragon? Red chariot? Gray Wednesday? The enlisted Nenko Baron?"

They are more powerful than their own battle group, and there is also a nobleman behind the scenes. Demon reveals a self-deprecating smile.

It seems that his head is not qualified enough to be tied to it.

[Natasha, playing prey is a bad habit. 】

The humble example in the eyes of the students, the headless knight complained to the killers in midair with a tablet.

Then he picked up the red bloodthirsty sword in the black and carefully performed a standard knight to the last opponent tonight.

[The country of the dead, the second-class jazz knight of the Siro Empire, Lin En, to invite you to a duel invitation. 】

Dimon, who smiled bitterly, picked up the old man’s battle axe and made the last charge....

Then it was turned into two halves without any surprise, and was thrown into the pile of debris behind.

"Oh, it’s really nice to say, you kill more than I do."

[You are too picky, put too much through the forest, what if you escape, I don't have a konjac........]

At this time, a silver signal flare appeared on the horizon, which also means that all invaders were annihilated and the hunting tonight was over.

The black elf also jumped down, shivering, and the gold wire was gathered under the sleeve, and the recycled silver needles were tied one by one.

When the battlefield was cleaned and the two returned to school, the sky was bright.

On the outskirts of the college, the roaring konjac also ended the garrison mission and was ready to return to the hangar.

As the pilots of the gray elves, as a result of the thick dark circles and the resentment that is being precipitated, they have not rested for a month.

Who is wrong when attending classes in the evening during the day?

What is the wish of Muling and the Grey Elves? Compared with the forced overtime without overtime pay, this is the real reason for angering a new rookie.

At the school gate, the black blood elf is still tying his long silver hair into a thick and long twist.

"OK, get it, and knock the little **** who has no heart and lungs tomorrow, or I can't balance it."

The girl bites the rubber band of the hair and enters the school gate. Some things change quietly.

The dark skin became white, the silver hair turned into black hair, with heavy black-rimmed glasses, and a slamming head, the squad leader Natasha. Su......... Su Nana returned to the campus.

Then ..... suddenly fell, the face of joy and satisfaction after the killing, but suddenly full of despair.

【what happened? What is the problem? 】

This made Lynn a little scared, what can make a black blood elf show such a shaken expression.

".......The job was not done. It was too early yesterday. I didn't write all the homework. I still need to prepare the registration form for the sports meeting. It takes at least three hours to get it. It will take less than two hours to start reading early. After the end, I can't catch up, the little **** has to sneer at me! Why should I be at the same table with the little bastard, no, at least find a reason to knock him two times, or I can't stand it!"

[....... You are happy. 】