The Domestic Hero

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High Priest Salar had long known that the guy who was the son of flames was a mean son. Before his righteous son Anatoly, has suffered losses on his hands many times.

It was just a precaution, but it was unexpectedly calculated by him. I really don't know what he experienced, and where did he learn these frivolous and shameless activities. Not even letting him finish ...

Poor high priest, even if he is a hundred times more clever, he can't guess Wang Yan's tactics, which originated from his early game career in school.

Playing games, if you want to become a master, in addition to personal skills and teamwork, insignificance and acting are two essential qualities.

"Snapped!"

The back of the high priest hit a pillar hard, and the gravel flew around, almost smashing the pillar. He was sprayed with blood in his mouth, and he was ashamed.

Thanks to his strength, his physical quality has reached an unbelievable level. Although ruthless enough this time, but he could not kill his life.

Anger fermented in his body, and the power of ice was brewing on top of his head. He gathered into an ancient beast, the image was powerful and exuded the king's breath, that is the totem power of the high priest.

Damn child of flames, this sacrifice will tear you to pieces. It was just when the high priest was about to leap forward and fight desperately with the Son of Fire.

A sigh rang in front of him: "Alas, Salar, why are you so bitter?"

The winter **** patriarch Kohl, I do n’t know when he had appeared in front of him. He, dressed in plain animal skin, looked at the high priest with his weather-beaten eyes. His eyes were full of pain and regret: "You are a high priest in the family, too The elders who have watched me grow up. From small to large, I have great respect for you and regard you as the most noble idol in my mind. Why do you want to betray our winter goddess guarded by the winter gods for generations. "

"Cole, you are only sixty or seventy years old, what do you know?" High Priest Salar growled, "Our winter gods are nothing but a bunch of dogs raised by the **** of the winter goddess. You remember three More than ten years ago, a rare epidemic occurred in our Winter Gods clan, and many people were tortured and threatened by the plague. When I watched the deaths of all the clan sons, I prayed to the Winter Goddess for help ~ I hope she will rescue Our children ~ "

Speaking of which, the high priest laughed wildly and sadly: "But you also know that the entire Winter Gods clan died 30,000 people at that time. And the Winter Goddess never showed up from the beginning to the end. What kind of goddess do we want her to be? "

"Maybe you have some truth." Patriarch Cole sighed, "But Her Majesty the Goddess has sheltered our clan for thousands of years, and each of us has a little blood of the Winter Goddess in my body. And, I believe Her Majesty the Goddess There must be bitterness. Salar, close it. "

"Different ways are different." The high priest said with a grin. "What's more, I have reached this stage today and there is no turning back."

"That's it, then there will be only one battle." Patriarch Cole's rough hand raised, and a big axe with exaggerated shape appeared in his hand. Under the power of the ice rule, he put on a whole body. Armored ice crystals.

When he stepped on his feet, he rushed towards the high priest like an ancient ice tyrannosaurus, and the ice crystal war axe was in his hands as if he had the potential to open the earth.

Really deserved to be the patriarch of the Winter God clan, and as soon as he shot, he burst out into a peerless master.

The priest's scepter waved in the hands of the high priest, and the condensed totem monster roared towards the patriarch Kohl. The top masters of the two Winter Protoss clashes together with devastating forces.

Even the altar of the winter goddess trembling buzzingly.

Several flowers bloomed on each table, while Patriarch Cole blocked the high priest for Wang Yan. Wang Yan was already maneuvering when he seized it. He was covered with a layer of blazing flames, and he flew back to the meteor and exploded towards the statue of the goddess.

His goal is simple, first save the winter goddess. She is now enveloped by the strange energy net. If once out of trouble, I dare not say that it can reverse the current situation, at least it can add a strong force for myself.

Although the strength of the winter goddess is far less than that of the heyday, her law level should be very high.

"Good plan!"

The ice and snow messenger and others saw it and could not help but secretly applauded. Wang Yan hasn't moved from beginning to end, but this movement, but there is a tendency to run, pointing directly at the weakness of the enemy's heart.

But just as Wang Yan was about to yank at the energy net that looked specifically at the soul of the god, a cold slant slashed towards his back, and the capillaries in his body exploded in an instant.

Wang Yan immediately closed his hand. The whole person twirled backwards in the air, his body arched, and his fist burst out.

"boom!"

His punch collided with a force like Yinxie like substance, and the red flame and gray breath bloomed in all directions.

The attacking person seemed to be unable to withstand Wang Yan's fist, and flew back more than ten meters before stopping his body. He was fierce in a black robe, exuding a cold and evil atmosphere, and said with a strange smile: "It is indeed a child of flames, a strong force."

This person is, of course, the plague messenger, the old demon who is very afraid of the ice god.

In this hard fight with Wang Yan, he seemed to have suffered a bit of a loss of redness, and his black robe was also burnt by flames.

However, Wang Yan's expression was indifferent, suspended in the air coldly. On his right fist, a black corrosive breath spread to his wrist at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if taking a heart straight.

"Oh, every ghost trick, dare to play in front of me." Wang Yan laughed sarcastically, a blaze of flames inside his body, those black and gray breath dissipated instantly and cleanly.

The true fire of pure yang is originally a fire that can wipe out all evil spirits in the world. And Wang Yan's flame level is still above the pure Yang true fire.

"Jiang ~ Son of flames, you have a great tone." The plague messenger laughed again and again. "Before in the Star Academy, you destroyed our plan and killed the mourning banshee. For this account, we haven't found you yet. Forget it. Now you dare to intervene in our plan, are you ready to fight against our Black Army? In the end, it's really bold! "

"moron!"

Wang Yan sneered and said with a sneer, "What are the Black Death Legions, you are just a group of resurgences of death. You are bragging with me here, and I say that I am quite amazing. I think that you are so big. Courage, even against the mysterious son of the Chinese National Bureau of Flame! "

"You!" The plague messenger's face changed, and Wang Yan was speechless.

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