After Becoming The Tyrant

The devil is standing.

The sky is suddenly black.

The dark red, the sun is just like a world, and the heavy black cloud is swept in large pieces. The shackles of the Northern Land were opened, and the cold knife scraped the earth, flying the sand, as a ghost cry.

The medieval night belongs to the devil, belongs to the blame, belongs to everything you can imagine the most horrible dark.

If any unlucky egg is wandering in the wilderness at this time, then the wild wolf in the wind is enough to scare his heate. Don't mention other things that have gradually appeared in the dark.

The night of the night came from far away from afar, and the view will take a look, and they will see the scene of the Saint Trees - the grave in the wild, one place, a big mouth, wrap the body The wrapped the wrapped climbed from inside.

They came to the place where the devil stood, just like a group of wolf that was seduce.

- It is exactly that it should be coming toward the direction of the king. The devil is just just on the line that they will pass when they catch up.

"what."

The devil is like thinking about it.

"Today is the days of Santa War ... She is in the white bones, as if she is still staying yesterday."

If any of the priests heard that he uses such a slow and casual tone, "St. Wal's death", will be anger. In the war in the dark and bright war before a thousand years ago, the Holy Lord of the Holy Lord, the pure white Saint Walfall. Her blood stains silver Silver Sankn Emblem.

The dark creatures she falluously arrogant.

Since then, the saints are saddened by their saints on September 23. And the witch, the wolves, vampires ... they will hold a meeting in the mountains. [1]

However, this is very early, but I said in the devil, but I seem to live in the same time, and even play a non-general role.

"Sure enough, it is a good day."

The devil is pleased, he holds a scarlet rose, and is as happy as a banquet that will go to a lover.

His mood is so good, so I don't have to show a whistle smile on the back of the people: "Good evening, welcome you to this simple stage."

Hey, the most enthusiastic castle owner will not be more done than him when welcome.

Can be called "guest" by the devil, and will not step to go into the church:

The night tour of the night rode, came from the long road from the dark, and they were like to obey their hostess, obey the moon goddess, the night mistress, Di Anna. The black monk followed behind a big man, while the left side of the big child was a knight who lifted a black flag. Mrs. Pangfeller, half-bird, groomed his wings. The north faint approximately about the shadow of the wolf tour ...

Just like the uncorruptfries of those graves, these have a more wisdom of dark creatures smell the breath of breath.

Ordinary people, priests, charm ... They can't smell the breath, only the existence of the darkness is talented. That is an unparalleled sweetness, enough to teach them to madness.

It is not those who are all husbands, those who see ghost priests. Their blood is similar to the dark creatures, and it is almost the same as the stink of the road. And this bloody taste is so sweet, teach them to think of a thousand years ago, the darkness of the continent.

Wan as the most gorgeous red rose.

Bloody taste only opened a little bit in this special time today, and smelling the smell is far away.

"It's a pity, the time is not arriving, otherwise you will ask you to convey my old friends."

The devil holds a rose and apologizes to the "guests" of gatherings.

His "guests" simply inexplicably getting the best.

They face each other, this Turk City has many of the dark creatures near the Moon River. Then, I looked at the strange devil standing on the hill, as if anyone else didn't know him.

Mrs. Pangfeller, half-bird, gave a handsome and luxurious devil, her nose and nails have become a bird mouth and paw, at this time, with her pointed bird, it combed his feathers. The sharp asked: "Where did you come from, a strange devil? I haven't seen the devil like you for a long time ... Tianzi Your similarity can really do not discuss."

The big man who led the black monk is more simple.

He is roughly and rough: "Let the magic, don't hinder us to hunt the soul. Let's open, the devil. I don't care where you come, either join us, and wear the most rare deep red soul Fragment, either we tear into pieces ... Do you want to enjoy a feast? "

The devil stands on the hill, he stopped straight.

In the face of the vigilance of the big man, the devil first glance first, then he laughed.

The laughter is getting more and more, and the evil is turned out.

The big man took the huge hammer from his back, and it was full of blood.

The laughter of the devil disappeared.

He held a red rose, laughed in the last second, and the next second was surrered. - From this point, the devil's yin is uncertain from the king of the contract with him.

"I have not shared the habit of sharing the treasure with others. Aphids."

He said coldly.

"His soul belongs to me."

The devil announced.

The rainstorm poured without a sign.

..................

Their king's temper is worse than ever.

The negotiation of the group realized this.

The victory of negotiations from the Bürevisman did not let the king happy. He ignored the exhaustion of everyone, and tough ordered the team must rush back to the castle as soon as possible.

The negotiation location is located in the middle of the Moon River and Turkah, which is indeed possible.

However, no one thought that the sky would be so fast.

At the moment, the sky is still a blood, and the next moment is stained with black, and the ink can be dripped. Not only this, but also blows the wind to the bones, everyone is invisible to shake autonomously. This is a ghost weather, even if they don't leave the camp, you will be big.

Any tent will be shaved in the sky in front of this wind.

The abnormal weather, thick darkness ... all this is a strong uneasiness.

The internal service is a lamp for the king, and the armored knight ignited the fire. The wind is too big. After special methods, the fire climbed although not directly blown, the fire is pitiful, and it will not be more than the match.

The horses have frequently kicked the front hoof, and they burst into a sound of nose.

- It's just like hell opened a mouth.

The internal staff can't help but think so.

The king sits in the carriage, although he is a thick and warm cloak, but his face is pale than anyone. His head started to hurt, as if a knife was scraped at a little bit ... He didn't know that this is the reborn sequelae or he had an old child.

The internal service manager is inquiry what he should do next.

The king put the back on the cold metal car and replied calmly.

His concentric is so perfect, no one heard his strange.

Under the king's order, everyone pulled out the weapons and wary. Although they are unclear why the king is so alert, but in this environment, it is always not wrong. May the owner bless them these people in the dark.

Tonight is the death of St. Wal, the Holy Lord is angry and sad.

Tonight, He doesn't know the customs.

"defense--"

The team crawling up a small hill, and the experienced knight suddenly felt a chill from his spine bone. He is not coming to think because of what, immediately raise the shield.

His voice was pulled by the wind.

In the noise of the horse, the sound of the sharp arrow is somewhat scream.

"Enemy !!!"

The knight shouted loudly. They gathered at the forefront of the team in the first time, set up a hard shield, and formed a defensive wall in an instant.

- - -

One of the arrows is then a life, the iron arrow collided with the iron shield and issued a series of crisp.

Everyone should thank you for the wind of such a wolf! They are just on the wind direction, and the enemy is against the wind bow archery. If it is not such a wind, the speed and strength of the iron arrow have been cut more than 40%, and they have already had a casualty.

who is it?

The horror almost brushed everyone's heart.

who is it? Let's set ambush here? Who is so bold, I actually want to set the king of Roglan to death?

The only one has predicted, I am afraid it is the king.

Almost when I heard the embarrassment, the king immediately grabbed the sword and whipwriting around him, jumping off from the car. The internal service is frightened by him unexpectedly. The king did not have a mood to pay attention to him, grabbing the horse's horse, turning over the saddle.

"His Majesty!"

The internal service manager feels that he is going crazy.

The arrow stopped.

The enemy also found that their plan failed. In such a wind, any arrow is just a joke. They stopped in vain.

The king drives the horse through the team, and the road is self-arriving around his knight.

A lightning tears open the black sky.

The world is illuminated in this moment, and all things appear in the cold and white.

The king saw his own enemies.

Under the hill, the yellow grass was shaved in the ground. The horrible cavalry was shaped in a wetland.

He heard the ink of the internal staff behind him slightly shaking slightly: "Ancient ... Eurajue cavalry!"

In the shadow of lightning, those heavy cavalry are dark as a shadow. They have the most beautiful armored armor, the most horrible cavalry in the abyss straits. They were sitting in Confucius, and they hanged with people, they hung together, and behind the arrows, they made a cold cavalry long gun. [2]

Their breasts are burning.

They are the sea barbarian descendants in the 12th ethical century in the West Continent.

The world of snow.

The king is relative to your enemies.

The author has something to say: [1] refers to the medieval Valbji Night. Valbji, a female saint, her festival night wizard and witch held a witch magic in the mountain.

[2] Refer to Lombard. They are distributed in northern Italy, with the most beautiful armored cavalry in Europe that the most beautiful armor and the most terrorist protection. Their warship becomes heavy, they use cavalry long guns as weapons. Taking Dan Jones is in the "sufficient to make any people to see their people."