Seeing Velen looking constipated, Maradal was a little confused. The name of this profession inheritance was a bit strange, but it wasn't like this, right?

What should come will always come, but it cannot be stopped. Weilun couldn't help comforting himself. He thought he had already reached the beginning of becoming the General Secretary, but he didn't know that there was no end to this road. His posture seemed to be running towards the position of Desheng Taizu. Don't end up becoming Marxist, End, Legislature, or Legislature. That would be a big deal.

At this moment, his mind was messy. Viron didn't know what to say, or Maradal had a wink, and he thoughtfully interrupted Cicethias who was talking endlessly. The latter opened his mouth unwillingly, with a certain unsatisfactory intention.

"Okay, let this issue go for the time being. I'll consider it clearly and make a conclusion after a while!"

After eased the god, Viron continued: "The next thing is the second thing. I will set out to the Temple of Karapo tomorrow to inspect the construction of the temple. You two will be with me at that time."

There was no Cicethias among the original plan entourage, which was just a matter of one sentence. As the saying goes, the leader opened his mouth and his subordinates ran away. However, on the other hand, although Viron did not speak directly, his subconsciously agreed to his suggestion.

The glory of communism and the proletarian revolutionary warriors, such a combination actually appeared in this world, which made Weilun subconsciously look forward to it. Isn’t it interesting?

On the other side, Mowgli was moving forward rapidly. Thanks to the guide, he could grasp Yujiali's position. However, the problem was that the guide had little energy left, and the last time he was positioned in the morning. It has been more than half a day since then.

Should I reposition it once? Mogli was hesitating, and only this last chance was left, so he really couldn't make a decision. While praying that the children would not run around, he had to speed up his pace.

He rushed to the road for two days without sleeping, exhausted. If he had to have a task, he had to sleep forever. His subordinate leaned over and reached out to hand out something the size of a black ping-pong ball. Mogri was curious, took it and asked, "What is this?"

"Bad gall," replied the Ranger, "Take the good things Bank found during his hunting the day before yesterday, and keep them to your spirits."

Mowgli still knows what the bitter gall is, and he is not a mixed boy who can't separate grains. He keeps things with him. He said politely: "What are you? You look down on me, do you think I can't hold on?"

"No, no, no," he waved his hand and said he didn't dare. Mogni could become the commander of the Steel Armor Army, and his ability was quite strong, otherwise it would be difficult to suppress these arrogant soldiers.

However, he has specialized in his profession, and the ranger is not as good as him. If he starts a wild survival and reconnaissance battle, the three Mogli will not be enough. The ranger naturally knows this, but there is no need to say it out. If the legion commander is unhappy, he will have no place to cry in the future.

Is Mowgli such a person? Just kidding, he, the commander of the legion, is a brilliant and honest person, always talking about one thing and two things, which is simply a slander!

Alas, who? Who asked your left foot to enter the door first? Get out and clean the toilet for a month!

This is probably the case.

Several people continued to move forward, watching the sun set, and the day was about to pass again in a blink of an eye. Mogri began to think about what to eat for supper. He said that it would be barbecue, right?

Bank is a good hunter at dog days, but his cooking skills are really bad. There are also a few other people who are all randomly dealing with each other. Now Mogley sees barbecue enough and can't help but begin to miss his wife's skills.

And this brat, Glens!

Just as Murgri was thinking about it, the team suddenly stopped without warning. He was shocked and saw the ranger responsible for reconnaissance and exploration hurriedly: "General, two Gertes are found in front of him!"

The so-called Gertes are actually just two children. The oldest one is only four or five years old. They are still holding a crying little guy in their arms. Mogli walked over and glared at his subordinates fiercely. Then he squatted down and stretched out his hand, but he didn't expect that the older children would not appreciate it at all. They kept retreating in horror.

The subordinate laughed out loud, which made Murgri look as dark as the bottom of the pot. He barely squeezed out a smile and asked in a tone that he thought was kind, "Little kid, how are you two here? Where are your parents?"

The two children appeared in the dangerous jungle, which was abnormal in itself. Look at their clothes all over their bodies, and there were blood marks on their exposed skin. At this time, blood beads were slowly oozing out. It was obvious that they had encountered some danger before. Maybe their parents had encountered an accident, but no matter what, if they met a helper, it would be considered as a kindness that would live up to the Holy Light.

Unfortunately, Mogri was disappointed. He obviously forgot something. These two were not Gerte children at the gathering place, but orcs. In other words, he could not speak orcs, nor did the other party speak Draenei, so he couldn't understand what he was saying.

After waiting patiently for a while, the child's fear did not weaken at all. The smile on Mogley's face was a little unhurried, and in the end his subordinates couldn't see it. He reminded him carefully: "General, he doesn't seem to understand our words..."

The most feared that the air suddenly became quiet, and the smile froze on his face. Mowgli looked back at the talkative person: You Jerry, you knew it but didn't tell me earlier, you are dead, and you will be able to sweep the toilet for three months, no, half a year!

The unlucky Jerek never thought that a kindness would lead to such a result. It is said that General Murgley was smaller than M's eyes. This is true. Only he can do the same thing as sending people to the Zangjing Pavilion.

What should I do if I can't speak? Mogley scratched his head, but didn't want to be responsible for the investigation to run again: "General, I found a large-scale Gelt people ahead, all of them are children!"

After fighting with the soldiers of the Dragon Guard, the already panic-in atmosphere finally reached its peak. I don’t know who started first. The children rushed towards the depths of the jungle in panic. Once the discipline collapsed, it was difficult to maintain it again, and with the shortage of manpower, it was even more difficult.

When ordinary people encounter danger, their brains are basically blank, and they blindly follow the crowd. What they encounter are the escaped children. After the Ranger warned, Mogli was prepared in his heart. But after he saw it with his own eyes, he still widened his eyes uncontrollably: Damn, so many?

The eyes were full of children, their faces were full of fear and anxiety. From time to time, people turned around, even if their bodies were bloodied by spikes, they would not stop, just like a man-eating beast was chasing them behind them.

With a vigilance in his heart, Mowgli hid behind a tree that was nearly a person, carefully looking into the distance through the gaps of the leaves, trying to find the shadow of the enemy from the dense and prosperous jungle.

He looked up to himself and underestimated the difficulty. If he could do it alone, his scout's status would not be so transcendent and was respected by many people in the army.

"General, I have investigated it. There are only children around me, and no enemies are found!"

The Ranger came to report for the third time. Mogli scratched his head and looked at his subordinate suspiciously: "In just a moment, you have completed all the investigation? Brother, are you fooling me, right?"

Ranger was depressed. What does this mean? Doubt about his professional level? Don’t play like this!

"Just kidding, look at you, you don't have any sense of humor, how can you come out with me in the future?"

Haha! The golf rolled his eyes quite dissatisfied, and then he felt cold and murderous intent! He looked around and finally his eyes fell on the smiling Morgri.

I am a Ranger, now I'm so panicked. It seems that I offended the boss's boss's boss in a casual manner. I don't know if I have time to run away now...

Of course it was too late. Mowgli had already silently recorded this matter in his notebook, waiting to take time to settle the accounts slowly. He was also blamed for being used to laughing and scolding on weekdays. The soldiers were not afraid at all. They would always subconsciously forget their identity and treat him as a good brother who could say everything.

Although he was just a joke, Mogri still trusted his ability to the Ranger, otherwise he would not have followed him this time. To put it bluntly, all the elites came.

"Wait, there's something going on!"

Ranger suddenly tensed up and looked into the distance with his eyes squinted. Mogli looked along his sight and glanced around but found nothing. Just when he was puzzled, Ranger whispered: "There are a few people there, and our tribe members are inside!"

Cruise was woken up in a drowsy sleep. When he woke up, his head was heavy and he felt as if he was sick. He was just a slow reaction and weak limbs, and he also had a strange sense of distance to the world. He was almost like having a fever of more than 40 degrees.

He didn't want to move at all, and he couldn't raise any energy. Even if Mullisa was anxious and told him that Yujiali and Triton were caught by the enemy.

Isn't it just that I was caught? Why are you anxious? Cruise thought lazily: Besides, no one knows whether he died or not? Maybe he is dead now, and it's useless to be anxious. I'd better let me rest for a while. I'm so tired and don't want to move...

After struggling for a long time, Mullisa understood that Cruise seemed to have a problem with his spirit, and now he couldn't count on it at all. Looking at the messy surroundings, her eyes were confused: What should I do?

After the battle, Bellaen took people to find the children and was willing to stay. He still did not wake up from his trance. He always looked at his hands unconsciously, muttering to himself: "What is missing?"

According to the saying in Xianxia, ​​Ken's situation is called epiphany, but his situation is a bit special, and other people's epiphany is easily interrupted, but he is immersed in it and cannot wake up. Perhaps in Ken's talent, there is also the hidden attribute of martial arts.

In the end, Cruise was involved. It was not because of his conscience that he had repentant, but because Mullisa brought cold water to the face. He instantly became more energetic and got up from the ground with a swing.

"It's too much!" After wiping the cold water on his face, twisting the wet clothes again. Cruise said with a dark face: "Is there anyone like you? It's not okay to have a good sleep, I..."

Before I finished speaking, I realized that something was wrong. The enemy didn’t know when it would come again. I was thinking about going to bed at this time, I was afraid that I would think I had a long life, right?

The state is also wrong. The two transformations into Shadow Apostle, the difference in appearance after the end is too big. Cruise is a little confused. Is it different after each transformation, or is there something wrong this time?

The questions are hidden deep in my heart. I am afraid you will know only if you try a few more times, but the most important thing at the moment is what to do next?

By the way, there is also the female orc assassin Garona!

Thinking of Garona, the remaining trace of sleepiness disappeared in an instant without a trace. Cruise only felt his hair standing up all over his body, and he escaped into the shadow without any hesitation.

He was so irritable in his heart. For the first time, Mullisa discovered that his companion was so unreliable. He shouted angrily and anxiously: "What trick are you playing?"

"Shh!" Cruise's voice sounded in his ears: "Be careful, there is still a female orc assassin hiding around!"

Assassin? Mullisa was stunned for a moment, and her mind turned to understand who Cruise was referring to, and said with a low expression: "She has left."

"Leaving? Impossible! She is definitely still hiding around, waiting for an opportunity to attack us!"

No one is a fool. Garona appears suddenly, and it is obvious that she has been following the team before, showing her uneasy and kindness. In addition, her reputation is too loud, Cruise will feel suffocated whenever she thinks of it. He smells the smell of death. The target of this female assassin is probably him!

The question has returned to the starting point. Who sent Garona? How did she come to this era? What purpose does she have? She has many questions in her mind, and she can't even figure out a result no matter how she thinks about it.

If this matter is not clear, Cruise may not be able to sleep well. There are two ways to solve the problem. Either think of a good solution or clear the root cause of the problem!

The problem was not clear, and it was probably a fantasy to find a solution! Cruise was so murderous intent in his heart: For the sake of the present, the easiest way is to kill Garona. No matter what purpose she has, it will be peaceful and happy to die, and everything will be empty!

Although he thought so, he had no idea how to do it. In terms of strength, Garona has been famous for a long time and is famous for his reputation, he will definitely not be able to defeat him when he starts. In terms of situation, he is in the open and in the dark, one is worried all day long, and the other is in the military and accumulating strength. No matter how you look at it, it is not very good.

Mullisa's mood was quite complicated for Garona. From the first glance she saw that this female orc had a faint sense of familiarity, and she also wanted to care for and care for each other from the bottom of her heart, and could not bear to have her hurt.

This feeling came inexplicably. Mullisa once suspected that her thinking was affected by the unknown. When Neozu died and the fog in his heart dissipated, the feeling became stronger. Even if it penetrated into daily life, she would always think of her involuntarily.

The basic style of men and women is so sexy, while the lily of women is pleasing to the eye. Unfortunately, Mul Lisa has no idea of ​​having sex. Women in gender and men are interested in men, at least they will not change in a short period of time.

Thinking about it now, this feeling has actually told her the answer. The warmth from blood is a bond that cannot be separated from race and identity, so there is no need to run away. This female orc is her close relative. If it is expected, she should be her niece, the illegitimate daughter of her brother Marlad!

Cough, sometimes women's thinking can't be understood by men. Mullisa has already figured out a hundred thousand words of love, hate, love, hatred, romance, ethics novel. The male protagonist is her brother. As for who the heroine is, this is not clear yet, but there are all children, and we will meet one day sooner or later.

As for why Marlad fell in love with an orc woman, and when did she fall in love with her, why did Garona not look like a young man? Is this very important?

Of course it doesn't matter! Love does not require reason. It can cross-domain races and ethics, break free from all constraints, and fall in love forever...

"Huh? Are you not that person? Grans' classmate!"
Chapter completed!