The Godsfall Chronicles

The early release of early reconnaissance warnings by little weirdo birds now appears to be very correct.

Because of this, he can timely spot the guys who are stuck in the forest, otherwise with their latent abilities, the clouds may not be able to spot them in a timely manner. Even the clouds may not be able to quickly adjust their condition if they are suddenly attacked just after the battle is over.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

The first thing I remember is a round of applause.

“You're a little better than I thought. ”

The two shadows in the dead woods gradually emerged in the mist, the stronger of which was a scarred ugly, dark and ugly man, the thinner of which was a handsome young man with blonde hair and bright sunshine, talking to this handsome young man.

The fact that they are wearing exactly the same coarse clothes means that they are Hell Valley cadets and that neither of them has a single wound indicates that they are one of the few people who have been stripped for examination, and for this type of person, a cloud hawk cannot be taken lightly.

There is no doubt that the mutineer's body is very noticeable, and the two found that the intelligence errors obtained seemed to be somewhat large. Even if the cloud hawk had no artifact in its hand, the kid's combat power would still be beyond the control of the average man, and even among the dozens of people attending the training camp, the minimum level would be moderate.

The cloudhawk's eyes squinted slightly, but his expression seemed very casual, "Let me guess, you two smell like walking dogs, I think winter must be the snowflake coming against me. ”

The ugly, strong man heard the beast's eyes appear bloody and the eagle's words are like a frustrating flame thrown on his extremely flammable oil barrel. He releases it wildly and instantly: “If you die so hard, I will tear down and crush every bone of you. ”

The attitude of the blonde was the opposite, and he gave an embarrassing smile, as if doing something bad to get ripped through was a little awkward. His voice was a little dull, but not ugly, but rather magnetic: “How did you know? We've never met before. Do we have words on our faces? ”

The blonde speaks slowly and lightly, leaving no sense of homicide.

But the cloud eagle can fully sense that blonde men are more dangerous than ugly, strong men, I'm afraid.

“Is that hard to guess? Not at all. I gathered at the camp and I felt your killing, but you two couldn't have tried to kill me for no reason without masking me, so the guilty Sky Cloud City people wanted me dead. If you want to kill me, you'll probably have to kill me yourself. If you want to kill me, you won't have to be in so much trouble. If you want to think about it, only winter returns to snow has this motive and energy, and only he will do this boring thing.” The bullet hole in the chest of the cloud hawk has stopped bleeding, the wound is growing fresh granulation, and is healing rapidly. He slowly stretches the flesh and bones in his body to restore the body to its optimal state, and makes a crisp noise from the bone. "However, winter falls too snow to look down on me. Shooting just you two walking dogs doesn't necessarily kill me. ”

“Confidence is a good thing.” The blonde nodded himself. He didn't look like a client at all. He was just a bystander and critic: "Winter snow does underestimate you, but you can't underestimate us either. The nickname around me is Butcher, an eight-year veteran hunter, who made 59 missions, with zero record of failure, as for me...”

“What are you talking about here!” This ugly man with scars is a little impatient. The butcher doesn't care so much. Even if the cloud hawk is strong, he can't get into his eyes. He shouted: “Such a despicable wilderness bastard sees one kill one, even if it is not ordered by winter to return to snow, it is a dead end! You stay out of this. Let me kill him! ”

The big man seemed scared that someone would rush him.

The cloudhawk immediately felt locked in by a powerful atmosphere.

Butcher, it's not a nice nickname. If it's in the wilderness, it may still have a lot of momentum. But if the divine realm is self-righteous and elegant, it's obviously malicious and demeaning. Ugly Big Man gets this nickname because of his bad past. He is a capable hunter, but he can make trouble as much as he can.

The butcher is a slaughterer of desecrators and wildlings, who treat desecrators and wildlings cruelly, even if the gods are frightened, and every wildlings or desecrator who falls into the hands of the butcher is eventually tortured to death by the most brutal means, neither the elderly nor children nor women have ever been spared.

It was the last time the butcher was truly charged with this title, and it was in pursuit of a desecrator who might have hidden in the village of the Divine Realm that he actually committed this incredible act of butchery, the whole village bled into rivers and hundreds of ordinary people were killed, which pissed off Sky Cloud City high level.

This is why Xi Yunhong recommended the butcher to return to winter snow.

The butcher's hatred of the wilderness and desecrators has reached the point of submerging reason, even without the order of winter snowfall, if he knew there was such a person as a cloud eagle, the butcher would not hesitate to capture him and torture him to death by the most cruel means!

Kill!

What a killer!

The cloud hawk has faced many powerful opponents before, never made people tremble like the butcher. When the butcher jumped to launch the attack, the cloud hawk felt that there was a bloody flood erupting in front of him, and the raging rage swept everything down with irresistible momentum.

This momentum is both innate and concentrated in the massacre of thousands of human beings.

Just as the two armies are vital to bass morale, when morale breaks down and soldiers fail, if morale is high, it is not uncommon for three or two soldiers to chase hundreds of enemy troops to abandon their helmets on the battlefield. By the same token, this momentum plays a crucial role in a confrontation between two warriors, such as a butcher, who can suppress each other's fighting power by simply letting him easily defeat an opponent stronger than himself.

In the face of the uncontrolled rhinoceros rushing butcher, instead of creating a slight retreat, the fierceness hidden in the bones for a long time was provoked. The cloud hawk suddenly appeared with blood silk in his eyes and tried to be powerful. Although the bloody smell was not as intense as the other party's, the contention was no worse.

Boom!

One big, one small, two fists straight to one.

Two powerful forces impacted each other, the ground at the bottom of their feet was concurrently recessed, and a wave of air erupted in the impact center, causing all the fog to blow away within 10 meters.

The young man with blonde hair felt the wind on his cheek. It was like a blade. He showed surprise. It was just physical and emotional. Can it also produce such a noise? Forget about the butcher, he's heard of this guy before, he's a fighter famous for his power, but the cloud eagle looks thin and small, how can he create such an explosive force against the butcher's chamber? Thought to underestimate him, it now appears that the teenager is not only undervalued, but fully qualified to be an opponent of both.

The cloud eagle felt the air and blood pouring through his gut vibrating, and the pain in his entire arm paralyzed. Although it had just punched him, with the help of fanaticism and fury, he was twice as powerful as normal, but it still did not seem to have taken advantage of the confrontation.

Winter returns to the people sent by the snow, there is definitely a place.

The big man is already hard to deal with, and the one who the cloudhawk is more worried about is the blonde young man who didn't make a move. When he looked at the blonde with his eyes open, he saw the blonde standing still, seemingly with no intention of making a move.

The butcher is a hunter with eight years of practical experience, and is also diligent and experienced in combat. It is by no means a normal little doll ratio in a training camp. Even if the cloud hawk is slightly distracted for half a second, it is a huge bloom for the butcher.

A whipping leg tears the air out and kicks it into the clouds.

The cloudhawk hurried his arms to protect his chest against the shock of terror, and the cloudhawk flew straight out, smashing a dead tree with two bowls of thick mouth. The eagle did not pause for half a second and kicked the trunk completely. He lifted a kilogram of tree and stabbed it directly at the man with a broken sharp spot as a weapon.

The butcher smiled and stretched out his big, dark, coarse palm, rushing up to hit the trunk of the tree hard. When the power was carried along the trunk, the past was like an energy wave swept through the size and torn open, eventually the whole trunk body broke into three or four sections and sprinkled all over the floor.

The blonde couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

Both men are demon hunters, but it's really very rare to be able to fight like this without using artifacts. The butcher made a hysterical laugh, he seemed to have the ability to act like a mad dog, and after probably releasing all his fighting power, God would fall into a state of near madness, a state in which reason was rapidly suppressed, power and reactivity, as well as the desire to kill, were greatly stimulated, but overall, an increase in fighting power.

When the butcher was about to launch another attack, he discovered that after the scattered debris had fallen, the cloud hawk had disappeared into the field of attack and could only hide in the fog of the dead wood forest, finding a distant back.

“Wanna run? You can't run! ”

The butcher was furious and chased out, and the two men were moving fast in the woods. The cloud hawk thought was very simple, let him one-on-one, he was not afraid of anyone, but one-on-two was no chance of winning. The blonde young man set out to wait until he and the butcher were both defeated and injured. The cloud hawk was not so stupid, of course he had to run away.

The blonde youth was slightly stunned before waiting for him to launch a chase. A large number of small men emerged from the forest on all sides. Weapons such as arrows, wooden spears and bone knives appeared, all towards the blonde youth.

There's too much movement over here.

These indigenous peoples are difficult to ignore.

The young man with blonde hair scratched his head and revealed a broken head. Although surrounded by dangerous indigenous people, he didn't feel a little nervous, he just felt a headache.