The Black Scepter

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The next day.

The carriage that drove out of the city gate of Medici was unremarkable. After leaving the city avenue, it took a small road and traveled to the southwest for three hours. It stopped at an inaccessible section.

Compton is a driver, and Murphy's posture seems not to perform tasks but to travel.

Connor Meeks had been waiting in the shadow of the roadside trees for a long time. The fold cat Sphinx, who jumped first after the carriage door opened, stretched out a big lazy waist and seemed to leave the city full of depression. Feeling excited, he started to play the game of scratching his own tail. Afterwards, Murphy walked down without any nonsense, and began to move towards the jungle immediately after having a glance with Connor.

sunset.

The dark jungle still looked endless, but Connor, who was walking in the front, suddenly stopped, the bat wings behind him stretched out, and the figure flew silently into the sky, Murphys hand was put On the hilt of the magic steel dagger, Compton stood behind him with no extra movement.

"Target distance, number of people, combat strength."

Murphy asked without looking back.

"A straight line is 470 meters, twelve people, seven people are fighting, three people are threatening."

Compton's calculation method is completely based on the game theory of Masoka cards. The camp that the ordinary heretic referee cannot find is a secret stronghold of the "voodoo" sect-"voodoo" sect should belong to The religion owned by the ancient aborigines of the sacred Gabriel Empire has a long history, but it gradually declined due to the strong exclusion of the Holy See. Conner Meeks, as an "indigenous" who has lived for more than 800 years, It can be said that it is far beyond ordinary people, but the arrogant blood family has never looked down on these "savages" who always discuss teachings and communicate in the forest. In the centuries of being wanted by the Holy See, the voodoo sect once proposed an alliance with the blood family At the request of self-protection, only the blood tribe was divided due to Ashcandi’s counterattack and the horrible arrest of the Holy See. The opinions could not be unified, and eventually he gave up.

Conner's figure reappeared silently beside Murphys, the blood race with an absolute advantage in the dark respectfully whispered: "There are no other ambushes nearby, twelve people in front, need us to solve it together now? "

Conne, who possessed the power of an earl, was completely confident in the darkness that he assassinated the voodoo members of unbelievable strength one by one.

Compton’s calculations also told Murphy that the Earl-level bloodline in the dark was enough to overturn that one person-but Murphy did not adopt this method, but instead issued an order that made Conner surprised. , Walked alone into the darkness in front of him.

...

The bonfire was quietly burning in the middle of the camp. Several people dressed in shabby figures whispered. Half a wild boar was roasted on the fire. The meat was not fragrant.

The voodoo sect has never had a fixed "nest" or "headquarters", which is why they have not lost much since they were wanted by the Holy See.

At this moment, the core leaders of this camp are three members of intermediate strength, a "Witch Doctor", a "Summoner" and a "Musad". Their presence allows other young members to sleep in peace. No fear of any warcraft in the forest.

"Du Lide, I think if this continues, maybe our activity area will move north again next winter."

"Then migrate, it's no big deal, the kids can survive."

"But in this way, within five years, our number will only decrease and not increase."

"Let's live first and then say, if you can't even live your life, the continuation of life is of little significance."

The content of the conversation was not very optimistic. The two leading members of the sect sat by the bonfire and looked grim, but then when the bonfire fluttered slightly, one of the old people in their fifties stood up suddenly. .

The middle-aged man who didn’t notice the strange thing next to him was unknown, so he stood up and said, "You are--"

"Boo!"

Without talking, his body flew out suddenly-the whole person hit the giant tree ten meters away without even mentioning it. The sound of "Boom" shook countless fallen leaves!

The old man who had stood up before did not hesitate to raise his hands, and suddenly made a parrying movement-a fist suddenly appeared in the shadow, hitting the old man's arms without fancy!

Compton's stiff expression contrasted sharply with his fierce attack. He didn't even have a weapon in his hand. His movements like a thunder blasted five or six punches. The punch hit the flesh, and the old man who raised his arm was beaten. Retreating step by step, the power of each punch is amazing, and the popping sound makes other people in the entire camp instantly stunned, and even didn't even know to go back.

Many of these members are young people with little combat experience, and their strength basically hovered up and down at level VII, but after Compton knocked the old man back three steps, some people finally began to resist-a very thin man suddenly lifted Starting with a short ebony stick, the elemental particles in the air suddenly agglomerated, but it was very different from the way the elemental magician constructed the magic. The ground vibrated slightly, and then two vines resembling wandering snakes appeared. The stick pointed in the direction of Compton!

After being stopped for a few steps, the old man shouted, his body expanded like a balloon, his dry and thin arms gave birth to countless brown hairs, his face turned into a giant bear, and his whole body followed. In the form of a half-human half-bear, he surged his strength and lined up in front of Compton's chest. He shot the latter out of the air!

Compton, who had broken a few saplings, had not been able to get up and was trapped by the vines ejected from the ground. The strong body could not get rid of it with force-and the man who had been hit by him before had wiped from the ground. Climbing up with the corner of the **** mouth, this guy took a wooden stick from the waist and inserted it on the ground. The pale orange light between the palms flashed away, and then the wooden stick with beautiful texture on the ground suddenly burned. , Then a fiery ball burst out and went straight to Compton!

"Flame Totem"!

The huge bear man rushed to Compton on all fours, and immediately formed a two-sided attack with the weak fireball!

It was just that the seemingly irreversible situation changed instantly with the addition of Earl Conor Connor.

Connor, who seemed to have stepped out of the shadows, first appeared in front of the man who was inserting the second totem into the ground. He flew a foot and kicked him directly to the ground. The huge force even kicked the opponent's knee bone. The subsequent palm was directly stunned in the back of the neck. The thin shaman had not fallen to the ground, and Connor's had disappeared into the darkness again.

In the next moment, the giant fury in the distance was about to hit Compton's giant bear. He faced his body like he hit the wall, and fell straight to the ground!

The man holding the short stick to summon the vine has finished reading the second spell, biting his finger and dropping a drop of blood. He pointed to the ground with a stick and he shouted a spell. The ground immediately began to vibrate like a wave of water and then rushed from bottom to top A giant python with two horns!

Black stripes, Yaron-like head, huge body-dark pattern Jiao Python, the lowest-level dragon of Warcraft with dragon blood lineage under Yalong, more than fifteen meters long, born in darkness, grown in darkness, The horrible figure with a diameter of nearly one meter is absolutely terrifying!

However, a dramatic scene soon appeared on the battlefield where a reversal was about to take place.

The magpie python, whose eyes glowed in the dark in the dark, was majestic when it first appeared. The huge head scales with a width of one and a half meters stood upright and exploded. The image was terrifying, but suddenly it seemed to smell danger in the next second. Turning his head like breath, he looked away, and then spit out the snake letter and issued a "hiss" scream. The original stretched body curled up into a ball, just like an enemy.

In the shadow, a cane tapped the ground, and a small figure appeared in the orange fire of the campfire. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

The Dark Pattern Jiao Python lowered his body with no resistance at this moment, because the figure that appeared next to it was Sphinx, who was back in combat!

Murphy walked into the camp like a stroll, facing the dark-skinned moth python that looked bigger than Sphinx, and had no extra look, but the scepter in his hand lightly touched it. On his head, the latter closed his huge eyes, as if receiving gifts.

As the previous commander, the thin and thin summoner had no idea how to deal with the scene in front of him-the only three of the twelve in the camp who had combat power had been subdued by the two blood races, and the rest of the young people were not opponents !

"If I were you, I would put it down."

Murphy held the scepter in his left hand, but pulled out the Phoenix Wood Wand in his right hand. The light at the tip of the stick pointed to a girl holding a bow and arrow pointing at Murphys. The reflection was loose, but the arrow stopped in front of her eyes—Connor appeared beside her, already holding the long arrow that moved only an inch.

No one in the venue died, and the discerning people already knew what was going on.

The old man who has just turned into a half-bear has regained his human appearance. It seems that he is the leader with the most power of speech here. He spit out the blood that has accumulated in his mouth. He asked weakly to Murphy who stood on the edge of the camp : "Dare to ask your Excellency what you have done? The voodoo sect seems to have never had any hatred with the blood tribe in the past 100 years, and I don't know why it is necessary to use sneak attacks today?"

"Correct me, I'm not a blood race," Murphy's face showed a calm smile that did not match his age under the bonfire. "My name is Murphy, from the heretical tribunal."

In a word, the summoner who had been silent for a while was scared to throw the short stick directly on the ground.