The Godsfall Chronicles

It's a mess. It's a mess!

The tavern alternately shines.

Crazy dog is like a love dancer, flexible, fast, crazy, open and smooth!

When!

The machete directly chopped off an iron stick, while at the same time chopping the whole head off like a big watermelon.

A warrior in a tavern had just raised his weapon and cut him seven or eight times with two machetes, like a butcher waving two chopping knives, and a human being was shapeless.

Countless splatters of plasma.

All kinds of viscous spills.

The more heavy metal music rolls, the crazier it gets.

Chop it all, chop it all, chop it all, kill it all!

Crazy dogs, like a crazy artist, every move, every chop, every kill, unleash the aesthetic of violence.

None of what he chopped was physically intact.

But the mad dogs are two knives a man, and there are more than a dozen people in the tavern, and even some alcoholics are involved in this unknown battle.

An agile figure pounced over like a hyena, holding a dagger in his reverse hand and stabbing it in the back of a mad dog's neck.

Crazy dogs are already insane, defenseless and unprotected, so they are in crisis.

“Ah!”

The cloud eagle somehow burst out of power, one hand copied a stool, roared to rush and hit the attacker's head, shouted, the wood was scattered.

The eagle rushed over, knocked each other over, and the two rolled a few laps on the ground full of plasma.

This man is also a fierce man, and although he was bled out of his head, he didn't forget to strike back with a dagger.

A cloud hawk can't hide, but it moves its body so that the sharp edge avoids organ damage. It wasn't entirely useless for him to dissect so many corpses with mantis, at the very least, to be able to save his life at this critical moment.

A severe tingle, it was a sharp blade into the body feeling, and the cloud eagle picked up a sharp wooden prick, almost simultaneously from the other person's orbit deep into it, the person stopped moving without screaming.

The cloud eagle showed a wild, wild, wild look that kept everyone else away.

By that time, the mad dog had cut more than a dozen people in a row, the whole pub was bleeding to the ground, and all the tables and chairs had been smashed to pieces.

Those who watched the noise finally knew they were scared, and immediately a bunch of bees fled.

The mad dog slaughtered, releasing all his anger and madness, seemed to be back to normal, and he glanced at the cloudhawk covered in blood: "Hey, are you dead? ”

One arm dislocated, several broken ribs in the chest, a knife in the back and a stab in the chest.

Even for the type of recovery evolutionist, this injury is absolutely immaterial!

The eagle plugged the dagger directly into his chest.

“Ha ha ha, you son of a bitch!” Crazy dog put two machetes in his sheath. "There's no time. Get something. Let's get out of here now."

The taverns were all killed.

Even if he's not dead, he's gone.

I don't know if this is going to cause any trouble, but they killed so many people, and by the way, I don't think it's going to get any worse.

Crazy dogs sweep the wine and empty it, and cloudhawks look for food, and when they open a drawer, he accidentally finds a silver shake, a look-sophisticated revolver gun!

There's a gun in this tavern? It's too dangerous! If Red Nose had gotten the gun just now, it might have turned out differently.

At least twenty or thirty rat meat dried on this thing!

The cloud hawk didn't find the bullet, and the red nose didn't know where it was hidden, but it didn't matter. He put the gun in his arms and scratched something else.

After the two mercenaries' blood-washing saloons grew long, the surrounding passers-by rushed to steal the rest. The whole scene was a mess, and some people fought again to rob something, adding several more bodies.

Eventually the tavern was set on fire.

That bear burned like a show!

When the cloudhawk returned to Yellow Springs mercenary headquarters, because of the excessive blood loss, he started to get a little confused, and the mad dog threw him in the mantis studio.

Mantis frowned slightly when he saw the cloud eagle wound. He attached the bone three or two times and took some kind of mutant plant extraction medicine out of a glass jar. He first applied a change of wound everywhere, then cut off his clothes, picked up the sewing needle, and sewed the wound very skillfully.

Such a serious injury would kill the average person 100 percent.

Even recovery type evolutionists are not immune to infection.

But the cloud eagle is lucky, the mantis counts as one of the two doctors in the black flag camp, and the potion he extracted from the plant is able to resist infection, so if he can survive it, it's up to the cloud eagle himself.

Mercenary headquarters playground.

The cunning fox understood the story and almost ran like a thunder: “Now that the black flag camp is not a year ago, make it so fucking big, have you ever thought about causing any trouble? ”

Crazy dogs are covered in blood and crushed meat, but the expression still doesn't matter, "What's the big deal, just kill a few trash! ”

When he saw the mantis coming, the mad dog said, "Is the boy dead? ”

“It's best to die!” The cunning fox didn't wait for the mantis to answer and grab it and say, “I told him not to run anywhere, now it's good to stab out such a big basket, this kid can really cause trouble! ”

There was a roaring motorcycle outside the door.

“Coming so soon? ”

The cunning fox raises his hand to make a gesture and the mercenaries raises their weapons.

The small courtyard door was violently kicked open.

A giant figure rushed in with more than a dozen warriors.

If anyone doesn't know the meaning of the word majesty, just look in front of this guy immediately and he will be able to master himself, two meters high in crusty shape, an old black vest cut the axe muscle like a rock knife, messy blonde hair and beard all over a big face, like a lion standing against the wind.

He stood in front of the mercenary, his hands naturally backed behind his back, and his waist rod was straight as a spear. It was a simple military position, but it made people feel extraordinarily overbearing!

The giant is no less powerful than the Yellow Springs mercenary captain, who is surrounded by more than a dozen trained elite fighters, and I'm afraid he is not under the mercenary.

Elite fighters from the Black Flag camp.

"Bear, long time no see, you're getting so fucking powerful, how can you come to our cold place today? ”

“Don't do this!” The strong man, nicknamed Bear, snorted cold, sounded like Ray, very serious and upright: “You know what I'm here for and why! Call them out! ”

“Hey, relax, my man! Yellow Springs mercenaries have contributed a lot to the camp without killing more than a few people. This is not a small problem.” Cunning fox laughs: “Not next time, I promise! ”

“Next time?” Bear rock engraved face sinks: “If it gets in her ear and annoys her, will you have another time? ”

The cunning fox gave a frivolous expression and said: "So please, you are responsible for camp security. How come you guys have had at least a few birth-to-death friendships, if you can't even help this little help, then I really misjudged you. ”

“For the last time, really for the last time!” The bear has a dark face and is very angry. "Forget the mad dog. Give it to the troublemaker. I'll take his head and go back to work. ”

“I don't like that!” Crazy dog is a little unhappy: “The guy with the red nose bullied us, just as I was drinking there, so I met him, although he was stubborn, but he wasn't a mess. ”

The bear said softly, "I don't care. If something goes wrong, someone always backs the pot. ”

The cunning fox was a little upset: "You're embarrassing me! ”

“Tell you what, I wouldn't be standing here talking if I hadn't given you Huang Quan's face! There are camp rules, one must die today, there is no choice! ”

“Yellow Springs mercenaries, it's not the outsiders' turn to dispose of them!” There is no more laughter in the cunning fox's stitched eyes. His voice is rare. It's a bit dignified. His right hand seems to have accidentally placed it on the handles between his waists. "If you think you can take someone from us, try it! ”

The face of the bear was as heavy as iron. Ten fingers were pounding like beans. A dozen warriors pressed their weapons.

“Come on! Come on!” The mad dog pulled out the knife in his waist, and he was covered in blood and crushed flesh: “Whoever counsels his grandson! ”

Mercenaries gathered, the mantis stood still and the finger seams revealed a hint of cold. Both sides pulled out crossbows and the atmosphere was very heavy.

Bears alone can't handle the three captains of Yellow Springs.

Neither can an elite team compete with the entire Yellow Springs mercenary.

However, if Yellow Springs mercenaries really fight the elite, there will be no more ground in the camp.

The bear's voice got lower: "Do you have to keep this rookie? ”

“Even a rookie, that's a rookie from Yellow Springs.” The cunning fox's hand is still pressed against the handle, his strength can kill at least three or four people in the moment of pulling the gun, his face seems relaxed, not worried about the consequences. The cunning fox knows who the bear is, so he can be sure this guy won't do it most of the time.

“I hope you don't regret it.” Bear turns around: “Close the line! ”

The elite soldiers put their weapons back in the sheath and immediately left the mercenary headquarters in Yellow Springs. The roaring motorcycle sounded again and quickly went away.

The mad dog just stood where the bear was, spitting his sputum: “What are you pulling? It's just a dog in a woman's hand, a guy with no balls! ”

“Confounding a bear for a rookie is the stupidest fucking thing I've ever done in my life!” The cunning fox does seem to regret it: “What happened today? How did this happen? ”

Crazy dogs rarely show a positive color: “I suspect newcomers are multievolutionists. ”

The cunning fox's face changed slightly: "Really? ”

The vast majority of evolutionists have evolving capabilities in just one area, and can only inject genetic potions if they want to acquire other capabilities, although the potions are very expensive and the success rate is not very high.

There are, however, a very small number of people with multiple evolutionary potential, who do not need to inject genetic potion and who can move in multiple directions simply by tapping their own potential, which is rare but not entirely absent.

Captain Mantis is a multi-evolutionist.

“Apart from restoring evolution, this kid has evolved in an agile direction, I guess.” Crazy dogs say everything they see, and cloudhawks show quick reaction and agility in battle, which should inspire allergic evolution, "so it's not entirely waste, and this kid can grow a little. ”

Double evolution is hard!

The cunning fox touched the chirp and muttered to himself, finally finding a little balance to offend the bear.

In fact, the mad dog still looks away. The ability of the cloud eagle is not only recovery and agility. At least, it also has evolutionary abilities in terms of power. It is just a lack of exercise and cultivation, plus chronic hunger and weakness, so the mad dog doesn't see it.