king game

Fred felt cold, he looked at the three subordinates, one of them was an old man who had followed him for ten years, one was the only son of his Aunt Ellie, and the other was a newcomer whom he considered highly , but they are not themselves now.

"Brother Fred! What's wrong with me?" A young man was full of confusion, wanting to get an answer from his respected elder brother: "I, my hand..."

Fred looked at them, the expressions on the faces of the three were very real, without any pretense, their anxiety was real, and their feelings for themselves, their family and friends were also real... Fred suddenly felt extremely angry Come.

This kind of way of playing with people's feelings made him wish he could use the cruelest means to crush that person bit by bit. He gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "Surround them all!"

Although the rest of the people didn't know, they also realized that there must be something wrong with these people.Some people even began to comfort them: "Ben, it's possible that you didn't know when you were cursed. Listen to the leader first, and let the priest take a look after you go back..."

"No! No!" The oldest one of the three suddenly shouted: "We are not saved, are we? Are we! Fred!"

Fred didn't answer, the man continued: "I know you, that's the expression you had when you executed the little Abel who made a mistake. You want to kill us now, isn't that the case, tell me!"

Everyone looked at Fred in shock, but Fred didn't say anything, as if he had acquiesced, and suddenly they all became agitated.

"I don't want to die!" Suddenly, the young man who had spoken before yelled violently, turned around and ran towards the weakest part of the encirclement, holding a flail in his hand, and quickly smashed it at those who hadn't reacted. Go, his face is full of horror, the fear of seeing something incomprehensible.

The person being attacked has not yet reacted. He never thought that he would be attacked by his companions. On this desolate ice field, only when people support each other can they live better.But someone reacted, a sharp arrow shot in his direction, Fred's pupils shook, he changed his image almost instantly, long white hairs protruded from his skin, As soon as he jumped up, he scratched the back of the shooter with one claw.

The one who shot the arrow was the old man who pointed out his killing intent before, but the arrow landed on the chest of the young man who had just escaped.

Fred stood on the ice field, and he thought about it all in an instant.He suddenly began to regret what he had just used was a killer move.

The young man fell down, motionless.The old man coughed suddenly, and what he spit out was not blood, but a solidified, white wax.

Fred stood motionless.The old man raised his head from lying on his side, his cloudy eyes fixed on him: "The rest of the tribe must never become like us!"

Fred's body trembled, he wanted to say something but in the end he didn't say anything, he just spit out a word loudly: "Okay!"

The old man smiled, and he looked at the place where the young man was lying down. He poohed sarcastically, and then roared: "The Snow Bears will never point their weapons at their companions!"

The north wind roared, and after saying this, the old man remained motionless.His body seemed to have faded suddenly, from the head, from the limbs, into a white human form, they did not melt, and the facial features remained on the body vividly... This may be the only thing that the ice field can save them up.

"Boss, boss," Fred heard the last person present whisper before recovering from the blow of the old man's death.He turned his head and saw the young man smiling miserably, his limbs froze: "I, my sister, please take care of her..."

The next sentence was not finished, because he could not move his mouth anymore.Fred felt a certain kind of anger rolling endlessly in his chest, he finally couldn't help it, hammered his chest, raised his head to the sky and screamed: "Fabian!!!!!!"

A hand tore off three pages of the book one after another, and they turned into powder in the air.The owner of the book turned another page and saw the dense records on it. He rested his chin and thought: "...Is it because you were injured in the battle that you exposed it?"

"Unfortunately, it's too troublesome to make a human body out of flesh and blood, and it's easy to be found by trackers," he stood up, and slowly moved forward with an iron lamp.Here is a cave that is dripping water, the ground is also covered with green mycelium-like grass, and there is a shallow water flow that seems to never end.A black shadow suddenly fell from above, and the sharp claws that looked like hooks were about to hook towards his neck.

The man's face in the darkness didn't change at all, and his body didn't move. He just walked forward, but the claw quickly retracted before it touched him. There was a scream in the darkness, and something The sound of falling on the ground is heard.

The light from the iron lamp dimmed a little, and the man frowned. He found that the more he went in, the weirder the monsters that attacked. His treasure was at the top of the containment level. The innermost strange object, but he has only been down for half an hour now, and it has already caused damage to it. I am afraid that he cannot keep relying on it to move forward.

"Is this really his last quiet place?" Although it is very dangerous, it is still far from what he thought. A "god", even if it is just a "false" "evil god", should not just Such an anomaly occurred.

"It's a pity." The tentacles he sent to the last heir of Umien were cut off. Speaking of which, the captain of the Silver Crow seemed to be a little weird, and his strength improved a little too fast... However, if If the Tidal Empire hadn't been destroyed yet, maybe he would grow into an unprecedented virtuous king.

Thinking of this, he smiled appreciatively in the dark.It is not terrible to have kindness, even if it appears on the emperor, as long as you have a clear understanding of your own behavior, and you have the means to act vigorously, so that you will not be underestimated.Although Fabian Lake has done many things that are extremely profane and terrible in the eyes of ordinary people, in his own view, those are just his struggles.

He clearly knows how dark and chaotic this world is, and how evil and crazy those seven "gods" are.What he is doing now is so small and insignificant compared to "them"... What kind of "kindness"!What "righteous god"!It's all just self-consolation for human beings in despair!

Those smart people, those sensible people, cover their ears and eyes, thinking that only in this way can the fire of human beings be preserved—even though they know that the final destination must be destroy!

He remembered the moment when he had a brief contact with that "God"... Countless distorted words began to crawl on his face, they densely filled his neck, and then climbed up as if alive, he A flash of madness flashed in his eyes, and the rusty light in his hand immediately became brighter. He let out a muffled grunt, and suddenly knelt down on one knee.A little unwilling to look inside, he decided to retreat for the time being.

His current state is not good, especially when facing a relic that is likely to be an "evil god".If it really doesn't work, he can only go to the Golden Sea himself and bring that "son of the wind" here.The magic of the bloodline is indescribable, and it must have caused some wonderful changes—even if there is no change, it's okay, he still has other backhands.

The reason why he came this time was because the "Sea God" was the most uncertain among them. Although there were rumors that he was in a bad state, he fell into a deep sleep after fighting the monster in the sea, and he didn't even have the tidal empire destroyed. can startle him.But, who knows what He thinks?Perhaps, heirs and the empire are not that important to him, maybe?

But what he needs can only be found in these evil gods...

Thinking of this, his eyes were dark and unpredictable, and he was about to walk out of the cave.

Suddenly, an illusory singing sounded in his ears.His footsteps seemed to be fixed by a nail, and he couldn't step out no matter what.

The voice was clear and beautiful, like an ethereal fairy singing a cappella in his ears, but soon, unspeakable sadness and sorrow were added to it, and slowly, she seemed to be approaching here.

The man's expression remained unchanged, and he quickly flipped through a book with a black cover.The book was dilapidated, as if someone had flipped through it and discarded it without regret.The pages of the book were brushed, and finally stayed on one of the pages. He tore it off without hesitation. After throwing it out, an old man in a red robe appeared here with a frown. He looked around first, and then quickly He was about to get angry: "Fabian! How dare you use "The Book of Revisiting" on me!"

"Block her!" he ordered.The old man raised his hand involuntarily. He was about to do something, but his body was already broken into pieces.

But in just a few seconds, Fabian had already escaped from this dangerous situation.After coming out, he breathed a sigh of relief, shook his head, and sighed: "The old guy's strength is too strong, he can only engrave the next part, and the time is only three seconds, and he can't do anything except to block disasters... "

Saying this, he covered his face and let his long hair cover one of his eyes: "...But, what is that singing thing?"

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Another feast of the Lord of Flowers, everyone gathered together, before anyone could speak, "Scimitar" couldn't help but roared: "Fabian is here with me!"

shock!Everyone looked towards him in unison.

Only then did "Scimitar" realize that his words were somewhat ambiguous. He calmed down a bit, and then added: "He has been to Beiyuan, transformed my place... transformed more than half of my people..."

Speaking of this, he couldn't help becoming furious again. After quickly returning to the tribe, he organized everyone in the Snow Bear clan, and then started testing all of them. He thought that there were only a dozen people at most. But who knows...

His body trembled violently, and even the gray mist on his face quickly turbulent. He clenched his fists and slammed them on the table: "I want him to die!!!!"