My old enemy finally fell in love with me after rebirth three times

The Melat people behind are still chasing.

The convoy has already run out of the thunderstorm area just now, and the dark clouds gathered by the Merat people only exist in a part of the area, and after they step out, there is a cloudless and clear sky.

But at the moment they just stepped out of the area, everyone's hearts trembled!

because.

——The countless Melats in front of them, like ants that make the scalp tingle, formed a wall and blocked in front of everyone.

The orcs at the front held torches in their hands, like majestic and inviolable chiefs in the tribe, and there were many Melats holding bows and arrows behind them.

This batch is larger than the guys from the previous five or six tribes.

Troy's eyes darkened, and the long-lost irritability seemed to surge into his heart at this moment.

He really wanted to swear a vulgar word, but the boy held back firmly.

Ravenlo looked alert and said: "It seems that leaving the thunderstorm area is the real danger."

"I was reckless before, sir." Troy suddenly laughed at himself: "Although I heard that Learley was wandering around the Merats, I really didn't expect that this trip would be so dangerous. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. It's up to you."

Just like in Rogue Township.

Confidently thought that there were only a few vampire Klaas, so he chose to stay and deal with them.

The result—that town turned out to be full of vampires and Klaas.

If it wasn't for the incomprehensible guy Shilih, he and Xiao Nuo might not have been able to escape safely at that time.

"Don't say that, Troy," the man said even more self-mockery: "Actually, I didn't expect to meet so many Merats when I entered the grassland for the first time. Maybe I should spend some money to hire some magicians and knights before. We're probably going to be in a better place than we are right now."

Ravenlo's words seemed to be trying to comfort Troy, but comfort was useless now.

Taking a deep breath, Troy drew out the long sword at his waist, and was about to rush over, in an instant!A fiery red light shot from behind the boy directly brushed his cheek and shot at the Merat in front!

The arrow exploded instantly when it landed!The intense heat wave hit his face, causing Troy to startle slightly, and the flames instantly spread across the grassland, forcing all the Melats hiding in the grass to come out!

The speed of the flame burning was very fast. Wherever it passed, pitch-black smoke rose up, and the burnt smell from the burning flame was a bit unpleasant.

An arrow goes through.

Then densely packed arrows shot from the boy's back as if following closely behind him!

"Bang!" "Bang!"

Explosions erupted in response, and the flames filled the sky.

Those orcs were instantly buried in the sea of ​​flames, screaming and screaming endlessly.

It seemed to be in a daze for three seconds.

Troy suddenly came back to his senses!

The boy crossed his head and looked back. At that moment, his eyes widened instantly!

The flaming red hair fluttered in the air, and the strong wind blew the man's red flame-like long hair.

The delicate and magnificent red pupils shone with a shocking luster, and the jet-black aristocratic dress was inlaid with a golden frame. The way he drew his long bow looked like a unique king aloft, with an absolute temperament and a cold and majestic expression.

— Snooker.

The name came to Troy's mind.

Another arrow passed through, instantly destroying the barrier formed by the people of Melat.

When the boy's red eyes met Troy's, a hint of surprise suddenly flashed across.

Surprise.

Snoke saw that he would never have such emotions.

Troy paused, and then, the black horse that the young man was riding galloped in front of him in a blink of an eye. The familiar face had an expression that shouldn't appear on Snoke's face.

"Wait, wait—" Before Troy finished speaking, the black-clothed boy rushed over, throwing the boy from his horse onto the grass!

The back of his head was protected by a hand, so there was no pain from the impact. He opened his eyes, and the "snooker" eyes above were smiling, and the magnificent ruby ​​eyes were full of tenderness and longing. A little coquettish call: "Brother Troy, I miss you so much."

As soon as this name comes out.

Instantly revealed the identity of this person.

Troy propped his hands on the ground and reluctantly got up, looked carefully at the person in front of him, his lips moved slightly, still with some uncertainty, he said: "...Xiao Nuo?"

The red-haired boy nodded and hugged him tightly again.

The boy who had always loved being in Troy's arms was now good enough to hold him in his arms.

"First, let go first." Troy said, he pushed Xiao Nuo away, and looked up at Ravenlo, the man's eyes were amazed, as if he was full of surprise at this scene.

When they were surprised, the army behind the carriage had already rushed to the front, protecting the entire caravan behind.

The magicians and knights fought a decisive battle with the Melats on the opposite side.

Troy was pulled up by Xiao Nuo, and the red-haired boy lowered his eyes slightly, and saw the cuts on his body that had been scratched by the orc daggers.

In an instant, the gentle luster of the red pupils turned into an icy glow.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the places stained by blood and water droplets, and asked coldly, "Did those brainless beasts do it?"

Brainless beasts - orcs.

Troy said: "I'm fine, I'm fine, I'll be fine with some wood element healing potion."

"..." Xiao Nuo didn't speak.

Troy looked up at him, but was slightly taken aback.

At this moment, the young man seemed to be in the shadows, his handsome and delicate face was gloomy and cold, his red pupils were staring at the Melats who were struggling and fleeing for their lives on the grassland in the distance, the eyes were dark and deep, with a bleak look, It was no different from the usual snooker, and Troy's heart skipped a beat when he saw it, wondering if that guy had come out again.

"Xiao Nuo..." Before Troy finished speaking, the young man in front of him had transformed into a longbow again, the flames were burning on his wrist, and his long hair was blown by the wind, which made him a little more chill and indifferent.

"Brother Troy." The red-haired boy said in a low voice, his words were low and hoarse, with extreme killing intent: "Please wait for me, I will let these beasts disappear on this grassland one by one."

He seemed to have lost his previous softness and cuteness.

When the grown-up Xiao Nuo was serious, it was somewhat confusing whether it was snooker or himself.

Troy looked at the raging fire around him, and the fire light reflected on his face. His eyes seemed to capture the creatures fleeing in the grass and the wood elemental spirit wrapped in flames.

For a moment, the boy's heart skipped a beat, and he wanted to reach out to stop the red-haired boy, but Xiao Nuo had already launched an attack on the Melats!

The flames were burning in the grass, and the Merat people kept running for their lives, and the creatures and elves in the grass that were affected by the flames also screamed.

Obviously there is no crisis and you should be happy.

Xiao Nuo's decisive killing is also a good thing, after all, the king's hesitation will only lead to defeat.

But Troy felt that there was not much joy in his heart.

Looking at the back of the red-haired boy, he suddenly felt—he seemed more and more like snooker.

and many more.

Not like.

Troy paused, realizing that he had overlooked another fact.

because.

Xiao Nuo, he was originally—"Snooker".