Chapter two hundred and fifty-two, second floor

This fire in the cold nebula not only incinerated Jed the magician, but also destroyed the wall behind him, if not for the fact that the room upstairs had already been destroyed by the Cold Nebula, there's no telling what might happen to this run-down villa.

After all, the enemy had been killed. Facing Jed, who had thrown a dagger at him, Cold Nebula was now unafraid. Even the magic of a high level sorcerer could be burned, and what Jed threw at him was an ordinary dagger, nothing more.

"HMPH! This damned fellow is a sanctimonious, dead rogue, and has sullied the name of our superior gallant! BLOODY HELL! " Said Israel, looking at Jed, who was reduced to a mass of black ash. No wonder, though, that Jed had been giving her lip. Isreal would have been crushed if he hadn't been really hurt.

After hearing her words, the Cold Nebula, which had killed the magician Jed, quickly recovered and said to her with great concern: "How are you? How is the wound? "?

Listening to the warm words of the Cold Nebula, and looking at the concerned eyes of the Cold Nebula, Isreal's heart seemed to have an indescribable sweetness. For the first time in her life, the beaming Isriel said to cold Nebula in such a delicate voice, "I'm all right... "

"EW... "

Listening to Isreal's sweet voice, the Cold Nebula not only goose bumps, but also feels a tumult in the stomach and nearly vomits its its dinner...

"Damn you! I'LL BE GENTLE FOR ONCE! How dare you throw up! I'll break your legs! " ISRIEL said, about to shoot the cold Nebula, but when she tried to swing her fist at the cold Nebula's head, she found her arm still numb and unable to lift it.

At the thought of what had become of her arm, Isreal burst into tears and sobbed, "whoops... my arm... my arm can't move... I'm going to be crippled... whoops... "

Listening to Isreal crying beside him, the cold Nebula was a fit of helplessness. "Don't do this, " he said. "It's just a narcotic. It'll pass. "

The Cold Nebula turned its head to explain to Isriel, but suddenly it saw a fat figure creeping from the door of the room, like a mouse, with its legs raised and its step lightly, seems to be trying to get out of this villa.

When the cold Nebula turned its head, the fat figure came right up to the door of the hut and was seen by the cold nebula. It was the fat cook who had spread the rumor in the tavern!

See this fat chef cold nebula heart gas not to fight, if not to listen to his rumors, he and Isreal how will be these three high-level warriors ambush, if not ambush, how will be injured. The main reason his Isreal got hurt was because this fat fuck was spreading fake news in the bar... ! And Cook for the High Priest of the FAE CLAN!

Furious at the thought of the Cold Nebula, he shouted at the Fat Cook who was trying to get out of the door, "Hey! THAT FAT BASTARD! STOP RIGHT THERE! "

The roar of the Cold Nebula was terrible, and the fat chef, Delphi, was scared half to death, now he saw that he had been discovered by cold Nebula and Isreal, a pair of "fanatics" who had rushed into the prince's other courtyard, where he dared to stay and twist his fat body, a strong burst of force suddenly hit, the whole person rushed out of a good distance in an instant.

Cold Nebula never thought that this dead fat man can run so fast, in a second in the blink of an eye immediately responded to come over, then ran after.

Unfortunately, the cold Nebula who wanted to catch the fat man and beat him up forgot that his knees were still hurt, and he fell to the ground without taking a step.

ISRIEL, standing next to the cold Nebula, naturally found the fat cook after hearing the cry of the Cold Nebula. Although her arms were still numb, her legs and legs were still working, at once he ran out at a gallop, and ran after the fat cook.

Although the fat chef had gathered his blood and courage when he was worried about his life being threatened, he suddenly burst out with a powerful potential and ran more than 10 meters quickly, but the fat cook was, after all, a lazy, lazy fellow who did not work hard in all four bodies, and after a few steps he dropped rapidly, and moved slowly and wheezing.

Isreal's arms are numb from the surprise attack of the Magician Jed, but she is a superior warrior, even if the fat cook had two arms, it was easy enough to catch up with the fat cook and take him down from ten metres away.

The Fat Cook had been caught up by Isriel, who had rushed out of the hut, and had run after him in a wild and exaggerated manner, but Isreal was afraid that if she kicked the fat cook to death, she would be in trouble. So after catching up with the fat cook, she just tripped over her leg, and knocked the fat chef to the ground.

"OUCH! "

The Fat Cook, who had been put down by Isreal, let out a cry, and then felt a sharp pain behind him, as if a great force had fallen upon him, and he could not even turn over.

It was not that she weighed much, but that she hit the fat cook with the force of a superior braveheart. It was only ten percent, but it was enough for the fat cook.

"Alas... spare the life of the brave... spare the life of the brave... I have nothing to do with this, I am just a busboy... spare the life of the brave... "

The Fat Cook, pinned to the floor by Isreal, kept wailing and pleading loudly for Isreal's life. Isreal frowned at the sound of the butcher's voice.

Listening to the fat Cook's squeal, Isreal was so annoyed that she shouted, "shut up! I'll kill you if you don't shut up! "

Isreal's threat paid off, and the fat cook, who had been crying out for his mother, was silent, lying on his hands and knees, not daring to breathe.

When the fat cook was finally quiet, Isreal nodded with satisfaction and began to ask this Isreal, "I ask you! Where is the high priest of the ELVES? "

Hearing that Isreal was coming for the high priest of the elves, the fat cook opened his mouth again and said, "Lady Warrior, I really have nothing to do with this, I really am only a cook! "

When she heard the fat cook crying again that there was nothing to do with him, Isreal was furious, and pressed her leg harder than before, and the fat cook, who was under her weight, immediately began to cry out, "ouch... OUCH... dying! " He wailed

"I'll tell you what I'll tell you if you want to live, " Isreal said, listening to his screams, as she relaxed the pressure on her legs, giving the Fat Cook Breathing Room.

"Yes, yes, yes, " said the fat cook, who had just recovered from the shock. "The brave master asked me what I said... "

"I ask you! Where is the high priest of the ELVES? " Isreal asked again.

After hearing her question, the fat cook did not dare to say anything else this time. It was hard to feel so much pressure under her, so she quickly said, "in... in... in the room on the second floor on the left... "

Hearing the fat cook say that the Elven High Priest was in the room on the second floor to the left, Isreal slowly stood up and spoke coldly. "lead me to it, and if I don't find it... I'll kill you! "

The great pressure was finally off me, and I felt like the fat, once-dead Cook, struggling to get up and lead Isreal upstairs. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

Just as the fat cook was about to make his way to the second floor, Isreal saw the cold nebula struggling to climb out, and immediately stopped the fat cook and said, "carry him, and we'll go up together. "

The reason why Isreal wanted to put the cold Nebula on the fat chef's back was also a little nervous. God knows if there were any other high-ranking brave men in the cottage. If there was one hidden there, now his own hands could not move, then it's up to the mouth of the cold Nebula.

So under the supervision of Isriel, the fat chef with a hard back up cold Nebula, the three of them slowly to the second floor of the left room.

When the trio reached the door of the second-floor room on the left, the fat cook was just about to push the door when he heard Israel whisper to the cold Nebula, "be careful... "

The Fat Cook, carrying the Cold Nebula on his back, leads Isreal to the second floor door on the left, but Isreal stops him as he reaches out to open the door.

Isreal raised her long legs at a 70-degree angle to the door frame, stopped Delphi, who was about to knock, and then turned to Delphi and whispered, "get ready! There's a catch! "