The Godsfall Chronicles

The cloudhawk shakes its head and makes the blurred vision clear.

If you can't beat the guy in front of you, you're not supposed to get out of here today. Because the other troops of this troupe are definitely on their way, once the masses of troublemakers have surrounded them and plugged their wings, they must be quick to resolve!

The head of the sweeper stared at each other dead.

This seemingly younger guy is harder to deal with than I thought, and even in this case, he can still stand strong. Not only does he have superman perseverance and strength, but he also has superman luck.

Even if he doesn't have the ability to hunt, after more than a decade or two of grinding and training, he can certainly become a top expert, but that's why the sweepers hate him even more!

He was clearly a wilderness man, and he had great potential, but he was willing to serve a goddamn demon hunter. The Satyr had a chance to unify the wilderness. The Satyr had a chance to establish order in this chaotic place, but now it's all ruined. The wilderness can no longer see an opportunity, but will remain chaotic and chaotic forever.

The head of the sweeper thought that hatred of the cloudhawk was deeper when he thought of it. Without a leader like Sadie, a mutant like him would always be synonymous with ugliness and evil, and he would always be excluded from civilization.

It's ruined, it's all ruined.

All because of these hunters!

The leader of the sweeper turned all the resentment into strength, like a tsunami of haunted ghosts breaking through the wind and sand, as if the sickle was going to cut the whole desert in half.

The cloudhawk lifted the exorcist stick and blocked it from sight.

He felt like a giant elephant!

The eagle was struck by the forces of terror, like a broken kite, retreating several meters, his feet dragged out two deep marks in the wasteland, his hands were paralyzed and painful, his fingers seemed to break, without waiting for the eagle to breathe a little.

The blades are empty and an arc is drawn!

Whether it's speed or power, this guy is a lot stronger than a cloud hawk!

The cloud eagle fights with ordinary strength and can't even last three rounds, so there is absolutely no chance of winning. It can only excite the exorcist stick in the hand, stopping heavily on the sickle for a moment and releasing a fierce impact. This not only dissolves the power of the sweeper, the sickle cracks and forces the sweeper to retreat a few steps.

The cloud eagle wanted to seize the opportunity to launch an attack. The sweeper's weapon swung an arc around him, switching from his right hand to his left, then sweeping out from behind, stopping him from slicing his waist and forcing him to change his defense.

The sickle blade suddenly pulled.

When the Eagle's hand was in the air, the Ecstasy was picked to fly. The Eagle's face changed suddenly. Without the Ecstasy in his hand, he couldn't block the opponent's blow in the face. The sweeper leader's offense did not stop, and he did not appear to be prepared to give the eagle any chance of preparation, raising his sickle with his hands and sharp knife pointing at the eagle.

Whether it's speed angle or timing, it's impeccable!

The two were too close. The cloud hawk opened the shadow cloak and did not rush away from the attack. He hurriedly pulled out two flying knives to cross resistance. The sickle came with a fierce force and stabbed it straight down. The hawk was again beaten a few steps backwards, but he threw two flying knives out in the process of retreating.

Dang!

Two crisps!

The sweeper rotates the sickle to block the darker.

Split again into the top of the eagle.

At this moment, the cloud eagle could only draw out the dagger forged by the artisan of the divine domain sent by the Queen. His hands were held back against his head. When the blade fell heavily over his head, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning. That fierce force directly knelt him on one knee, his legs trapped in the sand and his bones clacked.

The sweeper howled: "Go to hell! ”

The cloud hawk is obviously no better than the other, the sickle is constantly depressed, and the sharp tip is about to pierce the body, and he bites his teeth and says, “Is that the demon really that important to you? Do you really think he'll see the wilderness? He's a demon, a demon! ”

“What does a fool like you know?” The sweeper's hatred has made his face even more frightening. Saddi has been in the wilderness for so many years. If he can be saved in exchange for his death, I'm afraid not a thousand or eight hundred people will stand up. “Little man with the hunter, pay for his master's life! ”

“I'm sorry, I don't want to die! ”

The cloud eagle's eyes were completely covered in blood silk, his strength gradually increased to resist each other. The sweeper didn't expect this guy to have such strong potential, but it didn't make any sense anymore. He quickly burst out stronger power and the blade approached the cloud eagle's head inches by inch.

This is a momentous moment.

The sweeper was shocked.

With a sand arrow fired from the eagle's body, the head of the sweeper could not hide from it at such close range that he could only watch the arrow shoot in from his chest and through his back.

“This is the power of… master! ”

The head of the sweeper took a few steps backwards. He stared at the wounds on his chest, and blood was gushing out constantly. Even if he was as powerful as he was, he would not be able to fight again if he were to get through the wounds like this. The cloud hawk seized the sickle and snatched the weapon, while kicking the sweeper in the chest, kicking the sweeper off the spot.

The sweeper spits blood out of his mouth when he lands, his eyes look hollow at the sky, he can't imagine this guy, not only killing the master, but also gaining the power of the master?

“Why is that? ”

The head of the sweeper coughed a few times and spilled more blood from his mouth. The cloud hawk had reached him, raising his hands to the giant sickle, and the sweeper saw this desperate closing of his eyes, eventually failing. But for him, who has lost both his spiritual leader and his spiritual pillar, it doesn't matter whether he dies or not.

Boom!

Blade didn't cut the sweeper's head off as expected.

When the head of the sweeper opened his eyes, the sickle was stuck half a foot next to his body, and the young man in the mask was left with only one flying shadow in the yellow sand cloak.

The head of the sweeper reveals an incredible color.

Why didn't he kill me?

The sweeper stood up with his weapon in his arms and was badly wounded, although not necessarily lethal, but definitely unable to fight again. The eagle had just been able to chop his head off to relieve his hatred, but the eagle had not done so, which made him very confused.

The cloud hawk picked up the exorcism stick and walked over to the car. One of the two Greenfield warriors had been crushed to death, while the other slightly mutant, Depp, was in a coma and, although seriously traumatized, appeared to have signs of life.

The cloud eagle found a missing lizard mount at the scene, and he put Depp on the back of the lizard mount, and then rode the lizard and left.

About a dozen minutes later.

The sweepers are coming around.

Several mild mutants with normal intelligence rushed to hold the seriously injured head.

“Boss! ”

“How are you? ”

“What about the hunter? ”

“I can't die. Leave me alone. He's not far away.” The head of the sweeper waved his hand hard, blocking his right and left hands, and hatred in his eyes didn't seem to diminish slightly because the eagle spared his life: “Kill him for sure! ”

“Yes!”

Hundreds of sweepers immediately launched the chase.

It is not easy for these sweepers to chase down cloudhawks, because most of them are on foot, while cloudhawks ride a giant lizard in the desert. In just one hour, they are dumped without a trace and have basically escaped their search.

The night has completely covered the earth.

The cloud hawk found a place to rest, he didn't drink water for much of the day, he went through a great war in the desert, and now he's very tired of hunger.

“Why didn't you kill him? ”

When a low voice came from behind, Depp didn't know when he was awake, or that he hadn't fainted completely since the beginning.

“Why kill him? He's out of combat. ”

“You should know in your heart that these sweepers will never let you go.” Depp sat up slowly, and his Muna expression was a little out of line with his deep eyes, "Your mercy wasn't even bullshit, they'd keep hunting you down! ”

It's not benevolence.

It's not pity either.

The cloud hawk did not know why he would show mercy at the last minute. Anyway, he felt that it should be done, so he followed his inner thoughts, and now thinking about it, he was in a moment of silence, probably generating a little respect.

Where does this reverence come from? He doesn't know the source!

“They can't catch up for now.” The cloudhawk showed weariness, and he was able to defeat just now in battle, because he had launched the Book of Sand at a critical time and had launched an unexpected attack, but it also consumed his little power, "you wait here, I went to the neighborhood to find some food or water. ”

Depp's eyes flashed a little strange.

Picking up the long bow of the dragon bar with his left hand, his right hand quietly pulled out the last iron ridge arrow in the arrow, and this powerful bow was slowly pulled apart, pointing to the rear of the cloud eagle.

The cloud hawk has been unprepared for this honest Muna man. After all, for the past few days, Depp obeyed his orders. When all the other Greenfield fighters wanted to give up their mission, but Depp chose to insist that this obsession and determination alone was different from others.

So the cloudhawk never dreamed that Depp would pull the bow and point the arrow at him at the weakest of times.

The eagle was unprepared for Depp, but had a strong sense of crisis, so when Depp opened his bow, he felt something wrong hurrying back.

Too late!

The Iron Ridge arrow was like a runaway snake, rushing at an incredible speed, and the cloud eagle felt a sharp thud in its ears, except that his body had just been lazy and there was no way to escape a rushing and violent attack.

The eagle was hit directly in the chest by an iron ridge arrow, dragged like a rope, suddenly pulled out a few meters away, and then heavily fell to the ground.

No flesh or blood can resist such an arrow.

Even if the cloak is tough enough to hit the bullet, it won't help!

“You still think too easily about this wilderness, and you think too easily.” Depp stood up slowly, that kind of muna and honesty disappeared, a wild wolf-like insidious cold replacement, "your mercy will kill you. ”