Super Trick or Treat System

The chest is one foot or more straight from the wall. He quickly passed them. The pastor must be here. He lifted a heavy lid until the light inside.

bone! It's just fragments of bones, which darken with age; tooth necklaces on the jaws of certain animals; trivial trivia of priests. Then, under them, he saw two big fangs, one foot long. They are curved like old ivory, sharp and yellowish.

What did Gore say to the legends of ancestors from the outside world? Knowing that he was looking at the priceless treasure of this tribe, looking at the ivory of the saber-toothed tiger, the long-extinct enemy of mankind.

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He has neither time nor thought to make time for novelty or old wonder-he must find his gun. However, even then, he still wanted to know what dream treasures, jewels, and utensils of ancient kings might be hidden in other boxes.

He must remain silent! Maybe the next big shiny container might hold the blue light of his gun. This time, when the gem-encrusted lid turned upward and leaned silently against the rock wall, it was unable to suppress the gasp from his lips.

His own pistol! He had hoped to find a weapon, but instead, his chest was full of rifles, and everything that the side arms and ammunition belt could hold, all mixed in a mess.

They are a little twisted, and a little bent. Obviously, it faded from the flame. Some stocks were burned.

Li Badi's hands trembled suddenly. One rifle appeared to be unharmed. He took it out and could hardly hear the small hoarse noise it made in other weapons. A belt of ammunition-he slides out of the magazine, making sure they fit his gun, and then throws a magazine into the shooting room. When his turbulent thoughts pierced him, he was groping for more editing, which was when he realized that the sound he heard was not the sudden awkward hand.

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Arches of feet, whistling sounds-they came from the other end of the room, which was the entrance where he was once captured. He took a step back into the wide tunnel, and then knew there were others there.

There is no possibility of escape. He jumped savagely into the narrow space between the box and the wall, and then pulled himself forward under a bunker that flipped backwards. The rifle was still held by him.

From the sound from him, he knew that there were red warriors everywhere in the room outside, and a small group of people slipped down the passage he had just entered. And, shouting through a hoarse shout, "--!--!" He knew the ruler was nearby.

Then there were footsteps approaching the chest. No doubt, a priest; the screaming whistle told him to be angry. The hidden cover was pulled outwards and downwards, staring above him, not seeing the bronze face he expected, but seeing his ugly white face.

The ruler of the disciple suddenly bent over and stood halfway, stunned. At that moment, Li Huai dragged himself to his feet. There was no chance to use this gun—the other was on him, and his tight claws tore the naked flesh. In a flashing thought, cursing his useless weapon-he should have brought a pistol, an automatic device. Then, following the barbarian's body, he was dragged out of the chest.

When he struggled in the cramped residence, he kept holding the rifle above him. The barbarian grabbed his shoulders, but his hands were still free. They held their guns high. In the second, when he found his feet under his feet,-dragged him off his chest, brought the breech of the gun and fell on the sharp skull.

He felt his paw let go. The priest was leaping towards him. --I was just stunned, he was sprouting. Then Li Huai drew the guns together along the gun, and the noisy scream full of noise was drowned by another roar.

He saw-fell down. Even so, he was satisfied with all the panic attacks in his mind, because he was excited to see a small spot and a stain spreading over the heart that there was only bare skin before.

The next shot is the most important priest. The others paused, hesitated, and arranged in irregular lines. After passing by them, Li Biao surpassed the golden barrier and caught a glimpse of the boundless red face. The green flame pierced through the prepared weapon. The priest was between him and them. At that moment, after all the battles and semi-regular and semi-systematic plans, they came to Li Huai. They knew that these priests were survival barriers to stop the flames.

He fired again to check them, and then rushed towards the wide entrance of the tunnel. He fired at him again, furious as he ran, and then saw coming from the hiding place with a flamethrower in his hand.

"Quick!" He gasped. "Come back!" Then he and her stumbling in the dark.

There is no escape here; even if they do, he knows it. However, they almost did it-although the outcome was unpredictable.

They are passing through a wide passage, which is one of countless passages of the Red Army. Desolate. Roja flashed her light freely. In front of them, the passage turns. Just not far from the bend is a crack in the rock.

"There!" Roja gasped. "Turn around. It will take us back to Jana." But these words were all dead.

After that, the flames that burned up quickly appeared. A dozen red warriors were in front of them, and the light of their weapons leaned above Li Badi's head. His rifle was raised halfway-they will fight to the end at least. Then he realized that Green's death had not fallen.

From behind them, in the corridor where they raced, there was a roar. Hurrying to find more red fighters, although their hissing green flames were ready, they did not fall.

A priest, copper-colored, gleaming, emitting a strange light, separated him from the team and stepped forward under the protection of their weapons. Presses his hand on the muzzle of the rifle. "Wait!" she said. "He wants to talk."

His pastor stopped to speak to them. Luo Ya replied; for Li Badi, calling her lips and throat to form those whistling words seemed scary. Then she turned to him.

"He said that if you surrender, they won't hurt you now. Later, when they choose a new ruler, he may order you to release."

Thinking. The pastor was clumsy and childishly lying, but maybe he could bargain with them.

"Order them," he ordered Loya: "They want to set you free-go now! If they do, I will put down my gun. If they don't, the priest will die before they die. Grab me. I don’t think you can do it," he added, "but go back to Jana. Don’t stop. Drive as fast as possible; you might still get there before Gore does his thing and take it. Raise the flamethrower just in case you are followed-" He stopped. Roa was laughing.

"Have you really thought about, -, would I abandon you?" She smiled softly again, and smiled straight at the waiting death, half a sobbing laugh, suddenly caught by her as she stared The throat is stuck.

When their expressions changed, he couldn't see her eyes. "Yes," she said slowly, "Yes, you are right. If I stay, we will both die soon."

Her voice screamed again. The priest replied. Then Roja hugged Dean to him. He is holding a rifle. She was gone before he took her in his arms. She walked quickly, holding the flamethrower in her hand, and disappeared towards the dark crack in the rock, she disappeared. Even though Dean did what he really wanted, he still felt that his escaped man was with him all his life.

He placed the rifle on the floor and stretched out his hands. The priest's paw was on his flesh.

"But anyway, I got--," he thought dullly.

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