The Godsfall Chronicles

Mercenaries have little chance of survival. The only chance of survival is to kill the Mouse King. It's just a huge risk for Cook. Even if Cook does kill the Mouse King, the crowd chaos starts breaking out at a moment, I'm afraid it won't be enough.

But there is no other option.

This is our only chance.

Cook came out with a big axe in each hand, which was a mercenary-made weapon, about two feet long, the axe blade was heavy and large, incredibly heavy, like a half moon, and the black blood flowing on it was dripping down into the mud.

When Cook walks to the center.

The rats encircle a perimeter in the King's order, allowing enough space and isolating mercenaries, thus preventing mercenaries from shooting cold guns or sneak arrows during combat.

This damned animal, but still more credible, says duel is duel, does not deceive mercenaries out to kill. But what is shocking again is that no matter how smart the Mouse King is, the Mouse is just a regular mutant giant.

The Mouse King trained a herd of animals to wield their arms.

It's a very, very simple thing.

At this moment, the Mouse King's limbs have landed in a vigilant battle posture. Its smooth silver and white fur is a natural leather armor. Four fingers cannot hold the weapon and cannot use the weapon. However, four sharp claws are the best weapon. At this moment, eight nails rubbing like a sickle of iron hook are making a sharp and stinging sound.

Cook, look at it.

It also looks at Cook.

Mouse King's dark eyes gradually spread a little hatred. It was born in a lab in the wilderness, and of the hundreds of mutants in that bloody, cruel lab, it was one of the smartest variants, so much came from childhood through anthropology, and although the pronunciation structure could not pronounce human language, it could understand some of the prophecies of humankind.

It's familiar with humans, hates humans more, and every human being dies!

When the Mouse King gradually spreads its killings.

Cook took the lead, instantly erupted like a lion, causing the surrounding rats to riot for it, he yelled and pulled out and bounced, it was incredible, it was a flat rampage.

This kind of momentum!

This power!

People have the illusion that mountains can break even if they're in front of them!

One of the oldest members of the Yellow Springs mercenary category, Cook has a huge gap compared to several captains, but is definitely the elite among the elite compared to ordinary mercenary members, he is a typical power type evolution, but powerful physical forces can unleash a fierce burst force, allowing him to be no less advanced agile type of warrior in short-range combat!

Two axes draw two powerful and bursting arcs!

The wind is pounding, the wind is pounding and the flood is raging!

This axe is cut on the mouse king, no matter how tough the fur, no matter how useless the iron is, it can definitely be split in half by one axe.

Too slow!

The King's legs slip flexibly out three feet to avoid axe cutting.

But Cook seemed to have expected it. At the same time, his left hand split apart. At the same time, his right toe was a little harsh. It was more than a meter high. One axe split apart. It was as fast as a meteor. It was as hard as a thunder!

One cross chop, one vertical chop, no spacing between the two tracks, one breath of action, no matter the speed force, all reached the peak.

Boom!

Like a flat blast of thunder!

This big, heavy axe cut a deep mark on the ground, and the Mouse King shadow rolled out a few feet, it was too fast, leaving Cook Ben Raging Flood's attack empty again.

The rat king did not stand steady, and Cook pulled himself out again to lift up a large amount of sandstone, waving with an axe in his hands, spinning like a gyroscope, the two axes spinning like windmills at high speeds, heavily hitting the rat king.

Cook never wanted to live from the moment he stepped out.

He was determined to die, so the attack was unreserved.

Such an unprecedented and utterly lethal atmosphere can be challenging even if you are strong enough to do so. Because masterful showdown is a decision to win or lose between electric lightning flint stones, one hesitates to die, one sees death as home, the momentum of both sides can already divide the wins and losses, thus greatly influencing the performance of fighting power!

The rat king painted his black eyes and burst into ferocity. He stepped on his legs and parked in place. He stood up and resisted with his bare hands.

When!

When!

The whirlwind is gone!

Two axes were split over eight claws, the terror force lifted the surrounding dust, one rat per person was rated in place, the king of rats in this way seized the attack, both sides began to corner, it was difficult to divide up.

Mercenaries are frightened!

This brief battle process shows that the Mouse King is much faster than Cook, and even his power can barely be leveled. The power gap between the two sides is obvious. The Mouse King is not only the ruler of this group of rats, but also the strongest of these mutant creatures!

Cook roared the axe and split it into the head of the rat king. As a result, all that split was smoke and dust. The rat king slipped away from the axe and swept out one paw, leaving him with four deep visible paw marks on his chest. Cook strongly withstood the pain and turned around to fight back.

The Mouse King swept by again, and it was going too fast.

Cook knelt on one knee and his thigh was torn open with a huge wound.

He was still stubborn, roaring and sweeping an axe, and the Mouse King jumped back on the ground.

This time Cook made a terrible scream, several fingers were cut off, three broken fingers flew off with the battle axe, and the axe rolled out a dozen meters away.

Not good!

The cloud eagle is in its heart.

Cook continued his assault with his right arm, but the Mouse King did not leave any chance of asthma. This claw tore his arm apart and cleaved his tendons. Cook never lifted the battle axe again, and the heavy axe slipped off his hand.

Lost, totally lost!

He didn't expect such a power gap!

The Mouse King's offense did not stop, constantly bouncing and rubbing past him, claw sweeping, next time I saw blood, for more than a dozen seconds, Cook was covered with wounds all over his body, but the Mouse King did not attack his neck or other critical areas.

It didn't kill him, but it was torturing him constantly.

Keep Cook screaming and yelling.

The scene filled the mercenary's eyes with anger, fighting between the two sides, winners, losers, the rules, whether in the wilderness or in camps. But the real intention of the Mouse King is not to challenge humanity, but to provoke mercenaries alone to provoke these humans, to provoke them by torturing their fellow human beings, and thus to motivate them to come out of hiding.

This fucking guy.

I can't believe I know how to use humanity!

“Ahhh! Damn!” There were dozens of huge wounds on Cook, and the whole person was blurred, just like the victim who was constantly slaughtered in the slaughterhouse, and he saw the intention of the Mouse King, and he was so angry: “Kill me, you bastard! Kill me if you dare! ”

Where has a cloud hawk ever seen anything like this?

The cloud hawk has never been hit like this!

How could a cloud hawk endure such shame?

This beast is torturing his companion in front of him without hesitation. Do you still want to shrink your head as a tortoise? This time it wasn't just a cloud hawk. Crazy dogs like that were pissed off on the spot.

“Kill, kill! ”

“Fight them! ”

“Boss! Boss, no!” Five or six mercenaries together finally caught the mad dog, each with tears in his eyes: “We can't afford to win this bastard's plan! ”

The mad dog growled: "Whatever the fuck! Let go of me! ”

Cloud eagles and other mercenaries are filled with anger!

In this cold-blooded, brutal and ridiculous age, trust is more precious than anything else. For mercenaries, Yellow Springs mercenaries are home, and every companion is hard to come by, relatives, hands and feet!

A stranger tortures his peers with impunity.

No matter who it is, it is intolerable.

The most painful thing is Cook!

“Don't come out! Don't come out!” Cook was tortured like an adult, and his flesh and blood fell on his knees, and tears of pain cried hysterically: "Let me die! Let me die! ”

Cook is not only physically suffering unimaginable devastation, far heavier from mental humiliation than physically, he is not afraid of death, otherwise he will not come out, who wanted his consciousness to be used as a tool against his partners!

Right now!

Death is also a luxury for a man of steel!

This proud, fierce wilderness warrior, in the end of his life, can only kneel and cry for his death! His power, his consciousness, his motives, are now endless humiliation and pain.

Boom!

The cunning fox was so angry that he pulled out his gun and shot it directly. Who would have expected the Mouse King to pay attention to the cunning fox action, and immediately dragged Cook into the mouse herd. Countless mobs surrounded him. Mercenaries could no longer see Cook and could only hear the constant screaming coming from inside.

This grievous scream is filled with disgrace and grief.

Each one stabbed like a needle in the chest of a cloud hawk.

The cloudhawk faced the brutal image in front of him, his fist gradually gripping, the hot blood could no longer suppress the direct irrigation of the brain, and when the mercenaries were stopping the mad dog, he ran straight out.

“Hey, what's up?” Cunning fox shocked: “Grab him! ”

Never before had a cloud hawk been so angry, it was a furious leopard, two mercenary companies caught him but couldn't grab him at all, the moment he rushed outside the cave, the mouse flocked towards him.

“Get out!”

Eagle hysterical roar.

Released from him, these brutal giants step back, not with a human face, but with a wild beast of extreme anger!

“I'll fight you! I want to fight you!” The cloudhawk raised the triple prism tube to the Mouse King, "I know you can understand. Fight me if you can! ”

Pain, sorrow, shame, hatred!

Although these words and concepts are absent from the mind of the Mouse King, these emotions can be felt, and they are familiar to the Mouse King, who has endured more than a decade of human torture and watched his kind and his parents die one by one.

It was a tsunami.

The rats retreated.

In fact, humans can discern at a glance of strength and weakness. People like mad dogs are not under it. Even if they are seriously injured now, a prudent mouse king will not venture to challenge them, but this obviously underage human teenager is not considered.

The cloudhawk had a dark sense of triumph in his hand. He walked up in a blaze of killing. He was getting faster and faster. In the end, he simply became a runner. The faster he ran, the faster he ran!

Because there's only one thought left in the mind of a cloud hawk!

Kill it!

Kill it!

Kill it!

Whether it's for Ulla, or Cook, or whatever -- kill it!