Chapter two hundred and ninety-seven, revenge comes fast

As soon as she left the range of the death hills, the trolls found that the rest of the endless prairie and the death hills, though close at hand, were two very different places.

The death hills were full of deserted villages that seemed to be empty of ten chambers, and there was not a single human or ORC in the whole of the death hills.

But beyond the hills of death, the world is a very different place, full of life, and every village and tribe has a constant stream of humans and orcs coming and going, this made the trollop, who had been suffering for a while, so excited that, on the first step out of the Death Hill, she devoured dozens of people in a small village in the seven kingdoms, the goblins who came with her were scared half to death, and were ever since obedient to the troll lady, lifting up their clothes for fear of upsetting her, and swallowing themselves straight into her belly.

"Mariah Carey the Moonwalker, " said the very large, well-wrapped creature who was walking beside the troll, to Mariah Carey, the Moonwalker at the head of the procession, "did you say there was a demon in the lion's den? "

The words came out of the big man's mouth as if they were coming from inside his body, not from his mouth. They were muffled, with a slight echo, which made them very uncomfortable.

Mariah Carey, the Moonwalker, was the nominal commander in chief of the operation, but in practice Mariah Carey, the Moonwalker, was little more than a guide, with the exception of a few elven families who had followed her out, the two demons did not listen to her at all.

Now Mariah Carey, the moonwalker, was in tears, complaining why the elder had put the drudgery into his own hands.

After hearing the big man's question, mariah Carey, the Moonwalker, immediately bowed his head and replied, "you can't go wrong, Lord flame, we just got the information yesterday that there are some evil lords working in the castle, and Lord Cluck has brought in the young generation of Dark Elves, Master Frost, to deal with them. "

After listening to Mariah Carey, the Moonwalker, "Mariah Carey the moonwalker, don't look at a devil and be flattered by a devil, " said the big man, who was called the Fire Devil. "These little devils that roam the endless plains can not be compared with the devils from the hills of death. Are just a bunch of low-level demons, afraid to even get close to Death Hill, Huh ! Those are the people I despise most in the flamethrower!"

Mariah Carey, the Moonwalker, had a chuckle in his heart when he heard the fire Goblin's voice expressing his displeasure at the devils who were lurking in the lion's den, "You demons are funny, too, the ones who settle down and look down on the migrants... it's really surprising. "

But Mariah Carey, the Moonwalker, had only to think in his own mind that if he had said it, he would not have had to lift up her dress and open her second big, fangy mouth, this fire devil can swing himself in the face.

Upon hearing the opening words of the Fire Demon, he expressed his extreme displeasure at the devils who were lurking in the lion's den, the trollop who walked beside him opened her mouth and said, "flame Lord, this is not the time to talk about these things. Have you forgotten what the devil Lord said? "? We leave death hill this time, if encounter those who migrate of Demon, but completely can collect. Look at that ogre. Isn't it just because he has gathered a bunch of fish that he has to make a stand in front of the Devil?"

By the trolls said, the fire devil also had no choice but to shut his mouth, although he looked down his nose at those low-level demons, but before they left the hills of death, the Devil Apollo did say to them, if you find these demons hiding in plain sight, do whatever you can to get them.

Although the demonic hordes still control the death hills, their numbers are still too small, and the gap between them and the vast numbers of ORCS and humans is too great, so if the demonic race wants to return to the ORCS, humans, and elves, it can't just be killers, it has to be powerful enough to participate in the endless hunt for deer.

Seeing the fire demon just hummed coldly without answering, the trolly demon woman was unwilling to pay any attention to him. She had no interest in her partner, the trolly demon woman, either because of the guy's appearance or mood, it's not interesting at all. Then the trolls asked the Moonwalker Mariah Carey, "Lord Mariah Carey, what did you say? A Dark Spirit called frost fog? Is he at the lion's den now to vanquish the demons? "

As soon as Mariah Carey heard the troll ask him this question, he opened his mouth and answered, "yes, the most powerful of the young wizards of the dark elves, the fog of Florida! "

"Frost mist... the strongest of the young wizards of the dark elves... is he good? " The troll continued.

As soon as Mariah Carey, the Moonwalker, heard that the troll had asked him about frost mist, " and immediately replied: "I only heard that, after all, he is a dark Elf I am an Elf, not too much know, but as far as not too much... I really have not seen

Mariah Carey, the Moonwalker, could not explain why, and the troll did not ask any more, but said to herself coldly, "Is there another frost? It's all right... let's kill it together... "

After the Cold Nebula and frost fog had gone to Cluck's Victory Party at Trọng Nam Khinh Nữ, the atmosphere in the house cooled, as it should have done.

The male supremacy of Cluck as the chief of the lion pack was deeply ingrained in him, and although she was powerful, in Cluck's eyes she was still a woman, for Cluck, no woman is more powerful than a man.

With the Cold Nebula and frost fog gone, the only people left in this reasonably spacious home are Isreal, Armstrong, and.

Although Cluck had been somewhat dismissive of Isreal and the others, it did not mean that Cluck did not understand the basic etiquette. After all, Armstrong had been hurt to help him take back the castle, whether out of gratitude, frost and cold Nebulas, Isreal and the others had a good time in the house where Cluck had lived.

Sitting in a small yard with a straw stick in her mouth and a look of despondency on her face, Isriel, who had just finished his supper, could not possibly enjoy the cold nebula alone in its present form.

The Cold Nebula seemed to take it so well, and even the tone of his voice had changed to that of the Celta Wind, looks like these two are definitely GonNa Hook Up.

ISRIEL said helplessly, "No wonder, " he said to himself, "that Celta wind is so beautiful, and so perfectly built, that even if he were a man, he would be Right Round by her. On top of all that, the life of an Elf is five hundred years. Compared with the years of his life, which is decades, it can be said that he will not grow old at all. It seems very good that cold nebulae can last so long. .. ."

Bored, he stretched his muscles and spit out the grass stick he was chewing, "You went to Clark's castle to celebrate, " he said to himself. "I'll go to the pub and have a drink. " There was no longer any resistance in Israel to the tavern.

So Isreal took her rune wood bow and left the dwelling that Cluck had arranged for cold Nebula and others to enjoy herself in a nearby tavern.

Isreal, who was dressed as a man, was sitting in the tavern, drinking a rum, and in her arms was an attendant, who, while he was enjoying himself, heard a noise outside the tavern, there were shouts, cries, and in an instant they were one and the same, which had sobered Isreal, who had just been a little drunk.

Pushing aside her companion's ear, Isriel rose, grabbed the rune wooden bow beside him, and dashed out of the tavern.

When Isriel rushed out of the tavern, he was shocked by what he saw. At the southernmost tip of the lion pack, the crowd was chaotic. A group of lion-headed men were desperately trying to flee in their own direction, while some of the soldiers patrolling the lion-fort had not yet figured out what was going on, also with his sword in his hand, against the crowd want to go to the site of the accident to maintain order.

"Run! Master Shiryō is coming for you! Master SHIRYŌ IS EATING PEOPLE! "

"HELP! Lord Clarke City! Master Frost! The SHIRYŌ MAGES are here again! "

"SOMEBODY HELP MY BABY! My baby's been taken by Shiryō! Woo Woo! Somebody help my baby! "

From this burst of heart-rending cries, Israel can determine that the necromancers again!

As a hunter, Isreal hated the necromancers most. She had fought them many times since she was a child, and though she was now alone, Isreal felt no fear.

And, having just had some wine in the tavern, he rushed out of the tavern, and, being struck by the cold wind, his spirits rose, and with the strength of his wine, his blood rushed to his heart, and Isriel, with a bow of rune in his hand, waved it out, a loud roar, and also against the chaos of the crowd rushed up.