The departure of his companions surprised and worried Grans, what happened and why he left in a hurry without saying hello. This was so strange that he could not understand.

"Stop thinking about it. Didn't Lord Zhizhe say that they should protect the children to the fluorescent woodland. After all, it is very dangerous here, and the previous practices were indeed a bit unconsidered."

As if he noticed the uneasiness of his friend, Bellaen tried hard to comfort him: "When you fight back the Black Stone Orcs, I will accompany you to find Triton and the others, and then everyone will go to your house together."

He said with a look of longing: "Let's go eat your favorite pine tauna butter cake, and green tuna pie, right, and what you said before, those magic brooms that can clean themselves without anyone's control, and the Archbishop who looks so strict and scared all day long with his face, and... "

Bellaen didn't say it, but when he said it, it evoked Grans' homesickness. After so many days, he really missed his family, his father, his mother, his neighbors, and all his relatives and friends. The boy didn't know the taste of sorrow, just because he was not in a state of sorrow.

"Brother Glens, what are you really in your house?"

Silvey asked curiously: "It's amazing. I've never seen what you said. Do they really exist?"

A cute child can always get more love. For Bellane, Grans likes this sister from the bottom of his heart, well-behaved and sensible. He regrets more than once why he doesn't have a sister.

"Of course, when did Brother Grans deceive you?" Slapping his chest, Grans promised: "When I arrive at my house, I will take you to have delicious food and many fun things. Silvie, you will definitely not be disappointed!"

Blinking, the little girl said with hope: "Will Brother Glens, will uncle and aunt welcome me?"

Looking at the cute Sylvie, Grans's heart was almost melting. His originally gloomy mood suddenly became cheerful. He laughed and said, "Welcome, of course, welcome. Sylvie is so cute, my parents will definitely like you very much!"

"real?"

"real!"

"That's great," the little girl cheered and pounced on Bellane, pulling her brother's sleeve and shaking her constantly: "Brother, have you heard it? Brother Grans said she would take me to eat a lot of delicious food, play a lot of games she had never played, and introduce me to my uncle and aunt."

He smiled and patted Silvi's head, and Bellaen's eyes were full of doting. Since his parents passed away, his sister has suffered a lot with him over the years. Now the two have left the village. No matter what dangers are ahead, he must protect his sister and let her live happily.

A hint of gratitude flashed in Bellaen's eyes when he thought of this. It was the wise man who taught him a lot. Although his life in the past two months was like hell, Bellaen was not a fool. He could feel the envy in Ken's eyes and the jealousy in the eyes of others. This was his luck and an opportunity that others would never expect in their lifetime.

...

Lord Zhizhe is very powerful, this is something everyone knows, but how powerful is Lord Zhizhe is, this is something everyone doesn’t know. This question that used to be vaguely answered now.

In fear and trembling, Bellan showed an abnormal flush on his face. His body was trembling, but his soul was excited. Is this the true strength of Lord Wise? He was very suspicious that such powerful power and the terrifying giant who was scattered with a breath of destruction. Can anyone in this world resist its casual blow?

However, soon after, this question was shattered. There were people in this world who could resist the lava giant, and it seemed very easy and might win soon.

The black hand jumped into the air, and the anger on his body rolled, turning into a crescent-shaped blood blade three meters high, slashing hard at the lava giant. The next moment, the left forearm, hit by the blood blade, fell off his body, and fell to the ground and shattered into pieces of gravel.

In a blink of an eye, an arm grew on the lava giant's body again, but its size shrank by a large part. It would never die until the core was destroyed, but the damage it suffered could not be saved.

After the blow was completed, the black hand did not stop. He waved his hammer with his backhand and smashed out a shock wave. Three waves of soil higher than humans rushed forward, staggering the lava giant's body.

If you want to say the person who was the most shocking person present, Glens was the one who couldn't believe his eyes. Is this anger? It's a joke. When did the anger become so powerful? Why didn't there be such a trick in the skills he learned?

Well, whether it is a shock wave, a kill or a heroic throw, Grans said that he can do these skills, but he will die than others. Compared to the power of a random blow from the black hand, Grans only feels ashamed to see people. Look at them, a kill can produce a three-meter-high crescent-shaped blood blade. What about him? The special effects of hair are not even as weak as a Tabu sheep can't kill him. Could it be that he has learned fake skills?

The Black Hand became more and more courageous as he fought. Grans looked dull. From the beginning to now, the Black Hand had exploded for half an hour. Not to mention anything else, like the kill that made people feel palpitations before, he has used it almost dozens of times now. This is a kill, this is a dozen times!

Grans said he wanted to be crazy. It would only take one minute for an ordinary warrior to explode with all his strength, which was a little better than the 25-second garrison paladins. He had never seen anyone like the Black Hand who exploded for so long without stopping. He really thought it was angry and didn't have money, or was it possible to kill him without face?

Looking at the Black Hand in the Battle in a daze, Bellaen murmured to himself: "Grans, can we really defeat the Black Stone Orc and defeat the monster holding the hammer?"

Defeat? Grans said that Bellaen was thinking too much. Judging from the current situation, no one is qualified to intervene in this battle, whether it is the soldiers of the Black Stone clan or the chaotic crowd of the Shadow Moon clan. All you can do is watch and pray for the people on your side to win.

only...

Thinking of this, Grans felt complicated. Logically, he should expect the wise to win, but in his heart he hoped that the black hand could win. Not to mention anything else, this Black Stone Orc, as a warrior, is really powerful. Whether it is courage or will, it makes people admire him in his heart, but unfortunately he is an enemy.

"Grandpa wise will definitely win!"

Silvi, next to him, said angrily: "Brother, what nonsense are you talking about? Grandpa wise will not lose. He will definitely beat the villains away and protect us all!"

They subconsciously looked at each other, and the two of them smiled bitterly. If it were a few months ago, Bellan, who knew nothing, might have had such thoughts, but now, he has embarked on the path of power and became a warrior in accordance with the arrangement of the wise man. Although the time is still short, his vision has really improved a lot.

The question was like a thorn in his throat, thinking hard but still not getting an answer. Naozu was irritated. Looking at the black hand that was constantly attacking, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he finally made up his mind.

"I was surprised that the elementals couldn't destroy you, but don't forget that I am still the most powerful warlock in the tribe!"

Naozu finally made a new move. He buried his doubts deep in his heart. Under the control of his will, a new magic power emerged from his dry body, but it was not the dark blue or red that was before, but it appeared black. The black one could not even shine in the sunlight, and the black one attracted the mind.

To be honest, Neozu is worthy of being a great shaman in the tribe. In terms of ability, he can master the elemental power of the shaman and the shadow power of the warlock, and he has not been possessed by the demons. This is an incredible thing for almost everyone. Whether it is Drano or Azeroth, it is rare.

"I can't help it, so Naozu, are you finally willing to reveal your true face?"

The black hand was not surprised but happy, and looked at Neozu and laughed wildly, "Yes, you are the most powerful warlock in the tribe, but that was once, your disciple Gul'dan, who was even more crazy and vicious than you. He is the most powerful warlock in the tribe!"

Speaking of this apprentice, Ner's eyebrows unconsciously jumped twice. Heizhe said that his apprentice was better than his. No matter whether it was conspiracy or evil, he was better than his teacher. In some ways, he was also better.

Gul'dan was the person that Neozu was most reluctant to mention. In the second half of his leadership in the tribe, he was completely overshadowed by this best disciple. He wanted to be so proud of Neozu, but he was defeated by power and became a human-shaped stamp. This is his shame, and he never wanted to mention the dark history.

The shame that he deliberately wanted to forget was revealed, and Naozu only felt the blood vessels in his forehead beating. Although he was old, he thought that he had no knowledge and had nothing to do with it. He almost practiced to become a Buddhist lich king. At this time, he still felt angry and looked at the black hand with murderous aura.

"I will torture your soul for a hundred years, Blackhan, you cannot escape this tragic fate!"

With a vicious curse in his mouth, Ner's face was extremely cold, and the magic power continued to gather under control. In just a moment, a black light ball about the size of a basketball appeared in his hand. The silence of singing sounded around the light ball. The sound was so sad and so pleasant that it only made people wish that they could not abandon all the noise and deeply intoxicated it.

The Banshee's song, the name of this magic, is not wrong if you think the owner of the singing is welcoming himself. They do welcome it, but they are just welcome to the arrival of food.

As the most powerful support for the CD Plate Operation, the good style of thrift and food is deeply involved in the Soul-Sucking Banshee clan. Almost all Soul-Sucking Banshee are not picky about food. Whether it is delicious or unpalatable, they do not refuse anyone. Only after eating it will they comment on the corpse and consider whether to give takeaway a five-star review.

By the way, the food of the banshee is the soul. No matter how bad, boring, or garbage it is, they will not refuse, as long as it is the soul of intelligent life. Of course, if possible, it is better to be the soul of human-like life. This person's strength cannot be too strong, otherwise he will be flirted with it if he can't beat it and cannot eat it.

At first, Ner's idea was to kill the black hand, then enslave his soul, and turn him into a cold-blooded and ruthless Death Knight.

But now Ner's mind has changed his mind. This plan is too boring. Trash like Black Hand should not exist in the world. Torturing his soul until it collapses is something that makes people extremely happy.

On the other side, Mzdono, who was originally leisurely, quickly lifted up his energy. He came, and the scene he had been waiting for finally came.

Naozu was careless and made an unstoppable mistake. He had forgotten that he was no longer the great shaman who was dependent on the elements and connected to each other. In his aging body, there was a decaying and dark soul.

The shaman who was betrayed by the elements may become the ascensioner, but he is destined to be unable to become the spokesperson of the elements. What's more, Ethan Latus, who was enslaved by others, would never let him go anyway.

It's over! Mzdono sighed. Neozu, who was doomed to be defeated, had only one way to choose, that is, to fake death and escape. This is his fate, his fate, which had been planned.

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