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| Wizard world (10th Jan 23 at 3:22am UTC) | | On the opposite side of the table sat an elegant and polite lady in black, with a beautiful and plump maternal face, long black hair coiled high, and a silver ring on her forehead. The lady was smiling and saying something to the two of them, and from time to time she gracefully and gently forked a piece of cake into her mouth, which did not affect her elegance at all. "Frilla looked at the food on the table and swallowed her saliva unconsciously." I really want to eat.. "Work hard and save enough money to have the same big lunch sooner or later." One side of Anglie said with a smile. Ignoring Frilla's look, he moved to the right side of the convoy, on a thin horse near the woods. The horse was thin and black, looked weak, and the man on horseback was the man with green smoke, dressed in gray clothes, with the same pale face, and the whole person swayed with the advance of flattery, as if he was going to fall down at any time. The man hid his strength.. "a guess flashed through Anglie's mind." No, it should not be hidden strength. His eyes rested on the short black stick in the green-eyed man's hand. There should be something wrong with the short stick.. "Anglie could feel the terrible power contained in the short stick.". It is like a bottomless abyss, in which the dark power can not be seen at all. Even if he regains his strength now. Looking at that short stick,cosmetic tube packaging, like looking at the boundless black ocean, you can't see the edge at all. The man himself was not strong, but his soul seemed to be very tough, and he was fighting against the short stick all the time. Angelique guessed, "a mortal who holds an artifact?" Angelique felt that the green-eyed man seemed to know very well how to control the short stick. But his soul was too weak, so he fell into a seesaw battle. 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The green-eyed man raised his short stick and was about to meet the enemy when he suddenly lowered his head and coughed violently, and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth. The whole person's body is crooked. He fell down from his horse with a bang and curled up with a painful expression. The thin horse was frightened. Suddenly there was a long hiss. What man!! "Thieves!"! Kill them! The escort of the convoy found the surprise attack of outsiders, clanging in the sound of knives, more than a dozen red leather armor guards divided into two groups, half to meet the enemy, half scattered to protect the convoy. Guards and black cloaks soon fought fiercely together, and in the clanging sound of weapons, these well-trained guards, like an army, were constantly repelled by thieves. The red leather armor is vulnerable to the silver machete. Like tissue paper. All the guards retreated towards the motorcade. I'll come In the largest carriage, the decadent mercenary Hylia jumped out of the carriage and rushed over with a silver grey straight knife. Like a silver fish, he deftly avoided several machetes, turned around, cut the throats of two thieves, and was about to continue to kill other thieves when he was stopped by a black machete. It was the leader of the thieves who had a strange voice before. The two men hit each other with machetes and went back and forth around the tree. Surrounded by both guards and thieves consciously avoid two people, one of the thieves did not pay attention to dodge, was the leader of the thieves a knife can not stop, severely cut off half of the head. Anglie sat on the oxcart with a petrified expression on his face and glanced covertly at the beautiful man who also got out of the cart. With the strength he had shown that night, he had more than enough to kill the thieves, but at the moment there was no sign of action, just standing and watching with a sneer. It's a good thing this man didn't see his face that night. Ah With a scream, one of the thieves was kicked hard and rolled over, hitting the wheels of the two men's oxcart. Turning over, the man's eyes were bloodshot, and his face was covered with blood with a machete. "Damn it!" He cursed in a low voice and suddenly saw Frilla and Angri sitting in the driver's seat of the oxcart. Die! He slashed at Pirella with a knife. Uncle, don't be afraid! I'll protect you! I don't know when Frilla was carrying the saw sword, her face was pale and trembling, but her body was in front of Anglie. Bang! The scimitar of the robber was deflected and sunk into the wooden frame of the carriage, which was not removed for a moment. Friella was stiff and didn't have time to react, but now she was so frightened by the shock that she grabbed the saw sword and stabbed it forward desperately. Ah She screamed, her eyes closed, and she stabbed the thief with her sword, regardless of anything. Pow! The saw sword stabbed the thief in the chest and was slid away by the red leather armor. Feeling different, she opened her eyes to see the scene and froze. Suddenly in front of the thief machete is a knife mercilessly split down. A clang cut at the front of the saw sword. The saw sword was severely warped by the reaction force, and the hilt turned around and hit the thief on the forehead. Boom! The thief rolled his eyes and fell back. Her eyes glazed over and she didn't know what was going on. Thank you Angela put her hands on her shoulders and looked moved. "Thanks to you,tube lip gloss, little Rilla, I might have died here today!"! Thank you for saving me! Freyra looked at the thief on the ground and then at the saw sword in her hand. Is it the hero's soul that protects me? She murmured that she had practiced swordsmanship for so long that she was too nervous to use anything just now. Instead, the enemy stunned himself. emptycosmetictubes.com | |
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