The Godsfall Chronicles

The cloud eagle looked to the right for a moment and cautiously approached a little observation. The Bloody Queen was paralyzed without any sound, bleeding from the mask constantly, making her look no different than dead.

This was just a disgrace!

He died somehow?

The cloud eagle stared suspiciously at the queen, and the ghost face mask seemed very infiltrating. In the two hollow orbits, there was nothing but black paint and lacquer. The cloud eagle could not see clearly. The cloud eagle had the feeling of being stared at, and it was forced to feel the cold directly.

The eagle's gaze gradually shifted, noticing the chest lifting, slightly ups and downs.

The queen is still breathing. She should not be dead!

Serious injury attack? Coma on the spot?

The cloud hawk thought she was right. The queen may have been injured. She was simply holding out to kill the man. She was also anxious to leave the scene because she knew she was dying. She didn't have time to go back to her residence. She fainted here first.

It's unbelievable!

The powerful and invincible Queen of the Black Flag Camp is now lying here without any resistance. Even a weak person like a cloud hawk can do anything to her. If someone else finds out or passes it out, it will probably cause a sensation.

The spoils will soon be divided.

Those people will keep coming back.

The fall of the Bloody Queen here is a very dangerous thing, the camp must be full of people who are upset with the Queen, the people in the wilderness are harsh and cunning and will never let go of such a good opportunity.

What do we do now?

What does the Queen have to do with me?

The eagle's eyes lingered on the gloves and cross for a few seconds, and the microfluctuations emanating from it made his heart tremble slightly.

It's basically conclusive.

The Bloody Queen's source of power is gloves and crucifixes, and the Queen activates this special equipment with some special energy in her body, thus producing that powerful destructive effect.

The eagle grabbed the rock hanging from his neck.

This stone is certainly not easy to come by and suffers from not finding the right way to use it.

The cloudhawk wonders if the Queen's special equipment may have something to do with stones, and if it can learn this skill, it can also master this ability beyond the imagination of mortals? This is too tempting for a cloud hawk!

The stone hasn't moved much in a month.

There is an urgent need for someone who understands enough to take him to all of this.

No, no, no. It's too dangerous! Bloody Queen, from the nickname, she is not a good type. Crazy fox mad dogs are very constrained to her. This woman is so powerful, she may recover in a few minutes. The cloud hawk minds its own business. Can it look good next time?

Let's go!

What's more important than life?

As for whether she's alive or dead, not related, not in love, it's none of my business!

In just a few seconds, the cloud hawk went through a fierce psychological struggle and finally came to the conclusion:

Save the queen, she won't necessarily thank herself.

Even if she was grateful, she would not necessarily teach him how to use stones.

Even if she taught you how to use stones, that doesn't necessarily work.

It's too risky in here. The cloudhawk feels it can't be compensated. Let's just leave it alone! Now that you've made up your mind, of course, don't stay for a second, but don't let the queen suddenly wake up at this time and give this sneaky man a second!

It's almost no different for a queen than pinching a bug!

The cloudhawk just turned around and took a couple of steps and suddenly stopped.

Wait a minute!

The cloud hawk recalls the mystery man saying something strange.

The Bloody Queen has a special history, she's not from the Black Flag camp, she's not even from this wilderness, so where does she come from? Is there anywhere outside the wilderness in this world? What kind of a world would it be if it were so wild? Was the fantastic world of the Old Ages completely destroyed?

Starting with memories, the biggest dream is to get out of the wilderness.

The Black Flag camp is just a temporary place to live, and the clouds believe they will embark on a journey sooner or later.

If mercenary life were to continue in its present state, wouldn't it spend the rest of its life wandering around in the wilderness, turning into wilderness bones as ordinary and despicable as that dream?

Save this woman, there must be a risk. There's no question about that.

But perhaps this opportunity will not happen again.

Do I really have to give up a chance?

Cloudhawks feel their brains blow up so fast that countless thoughts spill out of their minds like Mars, and finally one burns more and more, eventually suppressing other thoughts.

“Hey, die! ”

The cloud hawk picked up a big piece of rag, wrapped the queen around her and carried her back.

This creepy, tough woman who can take the white blade with her bare hands is like a piece of soft and elastic cotton without bones, especially the sturdy contours on her chest… Although the age of the cloud hawk makes him still hazy in this regard, she also knows that this is not something that wild women can have.

Squeak!

The eagle kicked open the small door of the broken cabin, sweating in with the queen behind her back, put her on her bed first, then ran outside to observe for a while, to make sure that no one followed or found her, which was the only way to close the door carefully.

The cloudhawk sat in front of the bed, blank in his head.

He was still in a bad mood and wondered if what was being done at the moment was right or wrong.

Bloody Queen kills like Ma, she went to the black flag camp last year to directly kill the former chief, then cleaned up all the rebels in the camp by bloody means, more like a bloody rule in the camp, whoever dares offend, no one will be spared!

So iron-wrapped, so cold-blooded, so overbearing.

The cloud hawk has not experienced it, so I don't remember. If the cunning fox knew he had done this, he would have to destroy him himself!

The boy thinks he'll be grateful if he saves the queen?

I'm afraid the first thing this woman might wake up with in order to preserve the image of a strong and invincible rule is to kill this multitude of things, so stupid, I'm afraid he's the only one who can do it!

That's right, it's stupid!

The eagle knew, but he had no choice, because the outside world tempted him too much, and he wanted to know too much about it.

Can I be as strong as a queen?

Is it just a fantasy that I've been obsessed with?

Beyond the wilderness, is it the greater wilderness or the ideal paradise?

The cloudhawk is now in a panic, worried not only about the queen's attitude, but also about whether her dreams are as bubbly as a mirror. He was unwilling to say that he was vain and busy, struggling to survive like an ant, and he didn't want to let go of any chance!

Deep breaths!

Deep breaths!

The cloudhawk calmed his mind and rubbed his face up.

What kind of face does a ghost mask cover?

Ugly and fierce? Blue fangs like monsters? Or three eyes, two nose height variations?

In this day and age, this place, uglier, weirder, more disgusting, cloudhawks don't feel weird!

The cloud hawk unmasked with fantasy and enough psychological preparation to withstand the shock.

This instant is like being struck by lightning!

The cloudhawk stared at his eyes and stunned, ticking the face that appeared in front of him. Even in his dreams, he would not have thought that under this horrible mask, there would be such a face hidden.

Willow eyebrows, apricot nucleus eyes, cherry bites, very standard melon face.

She has tall nose beams, long black hair like a waterfall, tall and full-bodied, gathers all the beautiful features of Oriental women, and whitens her skin like porcelain, almost perfect to find no flaws.

Everyone in the Black Flag camp revered the god, feared the demon king's bloody queen, she had a slightly greener face at seventeen or eighteen years of age, her eyes closed tightly, long lashes slightly trembled, Dai Eyebrows slightly painful, which was enough to give birth to a heart of care and compassion to any stone heart.

This young girl is a few years older than a cloud hawk. Her beauty is unknown to the cloud hawk all her life. It is nothing like the wilderness's crude and ugly grid, as if heaven had fallen on an angel in the world. No one can associate such a man as a jade sculpture with a bloody queen who kills without blinking.

The world is crazy!

A cloud hawk looks for a towel to wipe the queen's bloodstained face and behave with caution, as if it were a work of art of great value.

The queen's luscious red lips slightly faded. Her beautiful face revealed a little pain. The eagle brought water. The queen drank a large mouthful of water. The painful expression eased the pain, but she still did not wake up.

When the cloudhawk took off his gloves.

He felt a strange tremor of power. This glove is definitely not a regular glove. Otherwise, how can he catch a wind chip electric knife with his bare hands?

The queen had a blood stain on her palm, and her tender skin had been cut off, so she couldn't take the knife with her bare hands. The eagle went to the mantis studio to get a little potion, bandages and tools for a simple bandage for the queen.

The Bloody Queen suffered more than superficial trauma.

She must have been worse than she thought, the coma took longer than she thought, but luckily she was brought back, otherwise she would have fallen in the alley, and now she must have been spotted.

Things are limited now, and if they survive, it depends on whether the queen is resilient enough.

When the cloudhawk idle eyes were attracted to the queen's chest, her boobs were full and swollen. This was a figure that malnourished women in the wilderness could hardly possess. However, during this period, the cloudhawk lacked sufficient interest in women's bodies, so what evil thoughts arose, and what really attracted attention was the white cross.

It's a really amazing thing.

The queen splits the sweeper in half. That's it!

The eagle reached out to take it up and take a look, but at this point, the queen's closed eyes suddenly opened... no, this made the eagle overwhelmed, his hand had reached the queen's chest, and now it was too late to retrieve it.

Come on, come on!

Too soon!

The queen slimmed her soft, flawless left hand, clamping the wrist of a cloud eagle with a thunderbolt, like a big iron plier clamping it tightly, then twisting it behind her back.

Ouch! Ouch!

The cloudhawk didn't have time to make a sound.

His head was heavily pressed against the bed board, and the whole room was filled with cold, cold, snowstormy weather, and it was a shock wave of naked anger and gassing!