Above the mountain of elves

Chapter 282 Leave more sympathy for yourself
Today, this painting is exactly the same as what Mo Yan had seen in his heart, and the painter is still hiding here, using Maki as an excuse to escape from the war.

Even though he knew he was going to die, he didn't have the courage to fight back.

Even though he knew that Maki was going to die, he didn't have the determination to go to hell together.

Was he really trying to live just one more moment?

No, he was just scared, and he chose to hide.

But can you hide?
As time went by, he could only feel the roar of explosions, roars of monsters, and screams of apostles from outside the ship from time to time.

Is there Maki in here?
What pure and flawless blue like the sea?

It's just his cowardice at work!
"I regret it, Tutugou, can you accompany me to find Maki?"

"Doo!"

The Tutu dog nodded frantically, and it hugged its tail again, and the paint on the tail turned purple.

With the power of thought, Tutu dog controlled a brand new white cloth, sealed the painting that had been completed, and controlled it with the power of thought, and walked out of the room first.

"Thank you, Tutu!"

"Duolu~"

Mo Yan followed closely and fell behind them. He couldn't help but look forward to what happened next.

"Jie Jie Jie~"

Suddenly, a voice that Mo Yan thought about day and night suddenly came into Mo Yan's ears.

Under Mo Yan's surprised eyes, Geng Gui suddenly emerged from the painting wrapped in white cloth.

"Gengar!"

Geng Gui found Mo Yan immediately, grinning and ran to him excitedly.

"People around here can't see me, can they see you?"

Geng Gui glanced at Mo Yan in surprise, and then went into the next room on his own.

After a while, Geng Gui ran out by himself and nodded towards Mo Yan.

"Give it a try, use a tiny shadow ball on a pillar"

Geng Gui was surprised by the silent order, but still hit a shadow ball the size of a ping pong ball.

bang~
With a soft sound, a small dent appeared on the pillar, and the shadow ball was effective!

Mo Yan let out a long sigh of relief, and Geng Gui's return finally dissipated the uneasiness in Jiang's heart.

Without further ado, Mo Yan led Geng Gui to catch up with the painter.

At this time, the painter had already run to the deck, and even Maki didn't have time to find it, but just stared dumbfounded at the peerless battle in the sky.

"Doo!"

Tutu dog tugged at the corner of the painter's clothes, indicating that he had more important things to do.

The painter woke up and began to look for Maki in a panic, and because of the air war, no one paid attention to the painter.

"Maki!"

There are not many monster apostles staying on the deck now, so the artist quickly found Maki and trotted over.

"Maki, Tutugou and I finally finished the painting, see if you are satisfied." The painter excitedly grabbed the painting and began to unravel the white cloth.

"Are you joking?"

An ethereal but indifferent voice came, the painter's hand froze, and he turned his head to look at Maki blankly.

"What time is it now, we are all dying, but you still care about your paintings!"

"Maki, I'm sorry, I..."

"Where were you when we fought?"

"..." The painter opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

He looked at Maki's eyes full of indifference, anger and disdain, and couldn't find even a little bit of liking.

"...I'm hiding, I'm afraid of death" the painter laughed and cried.

Many people around have been attracted by their quarrel. These Warcraft apostles who once fought together looked at the painter with contempt.

The painter felt the ridicule from the people around him, and felt that these were all due. He knew that he had done something wrong, so he would naturally be punished.

But... But, Maki, can you stop looking at me like this.

"serene!"

Suddenly, Kyoka's loud roar caught Zhongren's attention again.

I saw that it used its exclusive skills, its roots fluctuated, and a bright blue energy light wave spewed out, pressing Palkia hard on the ice near the ship.

Amidst the exclamation of the people on the deck, countless large and small ice blocks fell from the sky and hit everyone on the deck.

The painter also raised his head, and he saw an extremely sharp piece of ice hitting Maki quickly.

Seeing this, the painter's eyes lit up suddenly, he took two steps forward, and ruthlessly pushed down Maki who didn't notice the danger.

At the critical moment, the artist spent more than half a month sketching out the painting he was going to give to his beloved Maki in front of his chest, and then stood in front of Maki himself.

puff!
The shattered ice pierced through the painting like a bamboo shoot, and then penetrated deeply into the artist's body, and a small horn protruded from the back.

Under Maki's horrified eyes, the white shirt on the painter's body was quickly stained red, and a lot of blood began to gush out.

The painter tilted his body and fell sideways beside Maki, a large amount of blood flowed out of his mouth uncontrollably, but he looked at Maki with relief.

"Maki, I'm cowardly and cowardly, but..."

"I love you!"

The sudden ice disaster ended, because there were monsters around the apostles, so most of the people were only slightly injured.

Only the determined painter took the initiative to block the sharp ice cubes for Maki.

Drawn, broken.

And the painter died without regret after he finished his last words.

Maki sat kneeling next to the painter, she stared blankly at the painter who had closed her eyes, and even forgot to cry.

The surrounding monster apostles silently withdrew their previous mockery of the painter, a little remorse welling up in their hearts, but that was all.

The painter is not the first apostle of Warcraft to die, nor will he be the last. Everyone's life here is beyond his control.

Sympathy, or save more for yourself.

The battle in the air was at its peak, and both Kioka and Palkia were seriously injured.

The huge cut on Kioka's back was no longer bleeding, but the white flesh turned out showed that it was in a very bad condition.

On Palkia's side, its left hand had drooped, and the orb on its left shoulder even had a crack.

As the energy core of Palkia, the orb is the most important thing. Now it is seriously injured here, and its injury can be imagined.

"serene!"

"Crackling!"

As if they had made an agreement with each other, Kyoka and Palkia began to gather momentum at the same time, and at the same time chose their own exclusive skills.

Root fluctuations!

Yakong Slash!

The two extremely terrifying skills collided again in the air. Because of the momentum, this collision was more terrifying than any previous one.

For a moment, all the surrounding sounds disappeared, leaving only a dazzling white light in everyone's eyes.

Geng Gui instinctively used his defending skills to block the energy wave that was rushing towards him.

Because Mo Yan is not in the same space, he still has a little vision.

Under the white light, he saw a pink gem the size of a fingernail, projecting directly onto the painting that had been contaminated by blood.

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