Chapter Three hundred and eleven

The Nighthawk bichlott looked uneasily at the grey tooth, laughing, he said, "now that you have seen me, Nighthawk Bichlott, you can guess what it is like in the elven Wood. ". That's right, the Elven glades are now completely under the control of our Demon Hill elite, soon the evil God Apollo will return, and we demons will raise an army to conquer the plains of infinity, I wonder if the Lord of Cangya wants to join us in conquering the plains of infinity, and become a hero to the Demon Hill like the elven elder, or... .. "said the whippoorwill bigelow, instead, he suddenly opened his mouth wide and bit hard into teeth.

This time may frighten the CANGYA · Lucier not to be clear, hurriedly backward one back, confusedly falls down in the room.

Nighthawk bichlott brushed his hair with his shriveled palm and threatened, "Lord of Cangya, you have ten minutes to think about this before I get too hungry, Jie Jie. "

In the face of the threat of death from the devil before him, and after a brief struggle of the mind, he turned his head and said, "The elven chief is the chief of the house, and is a puppet of the devil, and I, the little chief. Just, in this chaotic world, only to live, is the true kingcraft. Besides, isn't the devil going to give me a good future?"

Thinking this through, Bertha Luthur sighed, bowed down respectfully to the Nighthawk Pickett, and said, "I, Bertha Luthur, am at the service of the Devil's Hill. "

"Hee Hee, Lord of Cangya is really cool, Lord of Cangya never mistreats his own people, and when the rebellion of the elves is eliminated and the wishes of Lord Diapollo are fulfilled, Lord Cangya will be the leader of the orcs of the endless grassland, and the future of the endless grassland will depend on Lord Cangya... ". No, the grey tooth has taken care of it .... "The nighthawk b'Clott, seeing his teeth, promised to serve the devil's hill, and immediately threw out the promise which Diablo had made in advance to Ivory Russel.

It was also a great shock to hear the words of the Nighthawk birkelot spoken by the grey tooth lucer, but still hypocritical said: "No, no, Cangya is just a Jackal Wolf clan of a small tribe, do not dare to attempt the entire ORC leader, can become Jackal chief enough, big chief enough... "

"Jie Jie, the chief of the CANGYA is really too modest, " said the Nighthawk Piccolo, after flattering Cangya Luthir, adding: "that these elven family who fled to the endless grassland rebel... "

Fang looser saw that the Nighthawk Bichlott had brought up the matter of the capture of the rebels again. There was no shirking. They were all our own people anyway, "I will take care of a few rebels, " he said confidently, and again bestowed a gift on the Nighthawk Bichlott.

"ha-ha-ha, " continued the Nighthawk, "but one of the rebels is an ancient dragon who can do magic. But rest assured, Lord Cangya, that our Lord Diablo has sent two heretics with me to the city of eternal night to await his command. ".

"Now that the heretics of the Devil's hill are in charge, and that I have hundreds of the best of night, I am sure the rebels are no match for me, and I would ask Lord Procyon to tell Apollo to rest his mind, " said Lousier, patting his chest.

"Ha-ha, Lord Cangfang it is, " said the ghostly-looking Nighthawk Bigelow, as he bowed down to him.

The night outside the hollow tree in a huge hollow tree on the endless prairie was dim and almost without light, but in front of the hollow tree a bonfire was lit, and the flames lit everything up. The Cold Nebula looked again at the still sleeping Armstrong, and sighed a little, as Isreal and Celta Wind, curled up beside him, clung to the Luna cane and went to sleep, silently adding branches to the bonfire.

It had been a day and a night since leaving Cluck's castle, and there had been an incident in which cold nebula and his three companions had been exhausted.

By the time the fire was nearly out and the sky was white, Armstrong was already standing outside the hole, stretching his legs, and Armstrong had packed his clothes, only Isreal was still asleep in a most unsightly manner.

The Cold Nebula lying outside the tree hole woke up slowly and walked toward the Celta wind outside the tree hole. "What are you looking at? " He asked

"Cold Nebula, you're awake. You're not looking at anything. It's just a strange bird, " said Serta Fengxi, who answered the Cold Nebula with a look.

The Cold Nebula looked in the same direction as Celta Wind, and saw nothing but a dry branch.

"Strange, where is it? It was just there. It was a beautiful bird, but unfortunately it was the most beautiful bird I have ever seen, " said Celta Fengsi, scratching her head.

"Well, it may have flown away. Get Ready. When Isreal wakes up, we'll be on our way, " Cold Nebula said.

Cold Nebula these words are not said with any emotional color, but when hearing the words Isriel, Zelta wind is a little upset, heart way, "This ISRIEL, who has tied the cold Nebula so tightly every day... and who has already confessed his love to the cold Nebula... now she keeps interrupting me, I can't go on with the Cold Nebula... what a nuisance! "

"AH-CHOO! Who is the bastard in the back of my bad! " Do not wait for the wind in the heart of Celta to ponder over, the tree hole came Isreal one of the signature burst drink!

In the far northeast corner of the city of eternal night, in the middle of a weedy wasteland, there is an unremarkable-looking thatched hut where an old prophet of the Wolf tribe used to live, but it is so far away from the council chamber, so the cottage has been vacant since the death of its owner.

The people of eternal night seldom go to that place, but today, for some reason, a dozen jackals dressed as travelers appeared in the courtyard of this long-deserted hut, the arms holding a chopper in the Thatch Hut in the courtyard that period of disrepair fence to rest.

A colorful bird flew into one of the most remote thatched cottages in the city and fell through the window of the hut. Sitting in the room were two men in their twenties, one dressed in odd clothes, his face heavily powdered with rouge, his lips red, and his long, thin eyes painted with lavender eye shadow, apparently, a pretentious gentleman.

Another jackal, dressed as a wayfarer, looks a few years older. Two people are in the house each other, suddenly the colorful bird fell into the house, hurriedly stopped those boring dialogue.

As soon as the colorful bird fell to the ground, it raised its colorful wings and flew over its head. In an instant, a beautiful woman with a distinctive appearance emerged from under the bird's feathers. The beauty shook her long, dark, fine hair from her head, and rolled up the plumage she had taken off and stuffed it into a sack.

The young man in the gentleman's costume, not waiting for the beauty emerging from under the feathers to settle down, then greedily leaned forward, sniffing the fragrance of the beauty, and began to ask: "How? Colorful Bird, have you found anything? "

The beauty, known as the seven-colored Sparrow, smiled and pushed aside the Suave man who came up to her. "You, " she said, "Don't put that painted ghost face on me. "

"We are not the devil. You are the colorful bird, I am the Viper, not the devil is what? " I saw the snake head that was pushed away slowly side length of the neck, become like the body of a python, the seven colored finches entwined in the middle, the face that besmear is facing the face of seven colored finches charming, said with a playful smile.

"DISLIKE! Quick Release Me! " The Colorful Sparrow Feigns to be angry coquetry kind of say.

The young man, dressed as a jackal and a wayfarer, turned away helplessly, unwilling to look at the two devils in front of him.

The seven-colored finch saw that young person one eye, then smiles to the Snake Devil said: "Well, the repugnant devil, now is not the time to play these, still said something important, the cangya adult has been waiting for a long time. "

As the snake's soft neck shortens, the Viper's head swings back to his shoulder, he smiled at the wayfarer Jackal, who was sitting in the room, and said, "Lord Cangya just laughed at me. Why don't you come down and sing a song to make amends to Lord Cangya? "

The Jackal, known as Lord Cangya, was the brother of the Lord of the night, Cangya luthors -- Foshan, Cangya Ralph. The dark teeth of the dark side of the devil, Lucier is not yet open, so for the evil family arranged to eliminate cold Nebula Line of people task, fang Lothar had to hand it over to his younger brother, along with some of his most loyal, problem-free Hyenas. So they disguised themselves as travelers and lurked in the deserted thatched hut.

"Well... I don't think so. My brother is waiting for me to kill the traitor of the elves. So please tell me what you've got. " Ralph, however, was terrified, and in the days when the sparrows went out to seek information, Ralph, who was often tortured by the Viper's shrill singing, quickly refused the viper's offer.