Chapter 62 Disaster

Oro Tatison swallowed a mouthful of python meat fiercely, pulled up the cloak behind him, wiped it randomly, and moaned comfortably, "Brother Jiu, if there is a nine-level Warcraft magic pattern python eating it every day, I really don't want to go back!"

"Hmm!" Cato glanced at the oily appearance of Euro Tatison's mouth and hummed, "There is still a lot of python here. You can stay and eat it every day!"

"Uh..." Oro Tatison was speechless, "Brother Jiu, today is the last day. Let's go back after breakfast!"

"Hmm!" Jiulong nodded gently and glanced at the Molin Knight. Seeing that they had finished rest, he said, "Oro Tatison, give 5,000 eight-level magic cores to Master Katu, and keep the rest separately to raise your own mounts."

"Good!" Euro Tatison's eyes flashed, nodded, handed over the 5,000 magic cores that had already been prepared, and said respectfully, "Master, please count!"

"Hey! Hey! Hey!" Cato looked at Europa Tatison and then at Kowloon, "Don't worry about the stinky boy in Kowloon!"

"Good!" Jiulong nodded, "In that case, we will return immediately!"

Then, Jiulong slowly climbed on the winged Cangling, and Qatar and Master Katu also got on the back of the winged Cangling. Under the order of Jiulong, it suddenly flew to the sky and disappeared without a trace in an instant!

"Brothers, let's go!" Euro Tatison looked at the black spots in the sky, suddenly turned around and suddenly gave an order.

"Yes!" Molin cavalry immediately returned, and only heard the rumbling sound. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared without a trace. At this time, the voice of Grand Duke Titus slowly appeared. He looked around, looked at the bonfire that was still burning here, and then looked at the bloody magic one-horned python in the distance, and slowly said, "Locusus, all I blocked the ten-level warrior for you, but I also wish to be a father!"

"Ttus!" Suddenly, a faint voice came, followed by a fiery red shadow. A barefoot old man appeared beside Titus. His face seemed to be burning with blazing flames, which made people unable to distinguish clearly.

Titus looked at it and quickly bowed to the old man: "Lord Chiyun!"

"Well" Chiyun nodded slowly and said, "Who trained this team in Kowloon? Their strength is too strong. When they go out, they will definitely turn the continent upside down!"

"Your Excellency..." Titutus bowed again. He hesitated for a moment and slowly took out a red flame order from his pocket, carved with two words 'Vulter God'. Then respectfully handed it over to Chi Yun.

Chiyun didn't accept the token handed over by Titus. He just looked at it from afar and said, "Well, I understand everything. I'm afraid my grandson is in danger. He is also your son. It's inconvenient for me to stop him. Don't let Jiulong kill him!"

"Adult, please rest assured that I won't let my son kill each other!" Titus bowed again.

"Hmm!" Chiyun nodded, and slowly, his figure slowly faded and disappeared without a trace, leaving only a satisfied sigh in the air: "Well, I'm relieved!"

Above the sky, the wings carry Kowloon, Qatar and Master Katu. They cross mountains and hunt precious monsters when they see them. However, their main purpose is not to hunt warcraft, but to find people.

"Brother-in-law, where did you say that Berlin Tus hid? I searched the whole range of Level 7 Warcraft, but I couldn't find them!" Jiulong said regretfully.

"I don't know. Their strength is not strong. They should be in the seven-level Warcraft circle. Now they don't have it. They should go back!" Qatar also has some regrets that they killed Berlin Tus here. They have no responsibility and can completely push it on Warcraft, but if they leave the Warcraft Mountains, they will have a lot of worries, and in two days, they will go to war. At that time, it will be impossible for all sides to kill people!

"Let's look for it again. If we can't find it again, it will be a big deal!" Jiulong said fiercely, and then urged his wings to look everywhere, but still found nothing.

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"Now it seems that he has left early!" After looking for a while, they still couldn't find it. Qatar was disappointed again.

"Alas, it's hard for us to sleep and eat!" Jiulong sighed, and then directly urged his wings to fly to the periphery of the Warcraft Mountains.

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Three hours later, they have crossed the middle of the Warcraft Mountains, and the outer Warcraft is even lower. Jiulong and others can't see the upper eyes. Coupled with the powerful dragon power of the wings, those low-level warcrafts are directly scared to crawl on the ground and worship.

Suddenly, Jiulong's eyes suddenly opened, because three groups of people appeared in his mind, the most majestic one, a team of about 300 people. They actually rode the seven-level Warcraft silver moon wolf, dozens of whom were eight-level warriors. Their ** Warcraft turned out to be eight-level realm, but all of them were A solitary Warcraft.

The strength of the other two teams is obviously worse, but they are also extremely considerable.

"Brother-in-law, our goal has appeared!" Jiulong smiled and smiled. An invisible murderous spirit slowly rippled. He immediately ordered his winged Cangling to approach the three groups of people. After a while, Qatar also saw the target.

"Haha, there is no place to break the iron shoes, and it doesn't take much time!" Qatar smiled and said gloomily, "Kowloon, we will kill them all!"

"Good!" Jiulong said fiercely, and then immediately ordered his wings to begling, bang! The two-winged Cangling seemed to feel the owner's anger, and unexpectedly made a fierce long moan and immediately chased them.

Berlin Tus is also full of pride in these days. He not only captured Warcraft for his subordinates, but also hunted a lot of money. Looking at the Warcraft mounts of his brothers behind him and the bundles of Warcraft materials on the mount, Berlin Tusle laughed.

Suddenly, a huge dragon roar came, and a black spot in the sky approached them. He was suddenly shocked, "Level 9 dragon...?!"

"Brothers, let's go!" Berlin Tus decisively gave the order, and the whole army immediately urged the mounts and madly ran to the docking station of the Warcraft Mountains close at hand.

But the speed of the wings is what they can understand. In the blink of an eye, they have flown over them, and their wings are slowly hovering, as if they are looking at the little ants underground.

Roar——

Suddenly, the wings roared to the ground. Suddenly, the seven-level monsters were directly scared to the ground, while the eight-level monsters ran wildly at the urging of their masters.

"Weilong, kill the eighth-level warrior first, keep the seventh level, let's kill a horse gun!" Jiulong immediately ordered the winged Cangling. Suddenly, the winged Cangling swoop down and clicked! The speed of the wings is like a meteor. The iron claws suddenly smashed a warrior. Immediately after that, the iron wings waved, and the eight-level warcraft was directly cut.

"Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!" Qatar suddenly laughed, "Berlintus, I didn't expect that today next year will be your memorial day!"

"Qatar...!" As soon as Berlin Tus heard this, he was shocked. As he urged the Warcraft to run wildly, he cursed loudly, "Qatar, you dragon-climbing guy, if I die here today and your father pursues it, you will definitely die!"

"Ha! Ha! Ha!" Qatar laughed profusely, "Let your father trace the feces of the Warcraft. Berlintus died here. It's been a hundred, and the sky doesn't even blow!"

Ah——

With Qatar's laughter, another eight-level warrior was directly pinched into meat mud by his wings, and the eight-level warcraft was scratched by the same way.

Ah——

It's another...! One after another fell, and dozens of eight-level warriors or magicians were killed and injured in a blink of an eye, but only Berlin Tus was not killed.

Wangling——

Suddenly, the wings fell in front of Berlin Tus, roaring! The two-winged Cangling roared at the eight-level Warcraft, and Berlin Tus's mount was so scared that it collapsed on the ground and could no longer turn over.

"Ha! Ha! Ha!" Jiulong smiled desolately. He sat on the back of his wings, looked at the trembling Berlin Tus, and laughed happily, "Berlin Tus, didn't expect that the commander of the Silver Dragon Legion swept the Great North Ocean in three years, made great achievements, and threatened to unify the sea within three years, but unfortunately died!"

"Rockus, how dare you kill me? My father value me very much. If I die, you won't live well!" Berlin Tus argued loudly, but standing next to the winged cane, he looked so small.

"My brother-in-law is right. If my father wants to investigate, he can only track down Warcraft feces. In any case, he can't track me!" Jiulong said slowly, "Berlintus, my dear brother, you remember how you framed me six years ago. Now I'm here to avenge my death!"

"Rocksas, don't kill me, you will regret it!" Berlin Tus was already scared to pee. He looked at his wings with fear and said tremblingly, "Do you know who my mother is? Do you know who is behind my mother? He is the Red Cloud God worshipped in the Fire God Hall of our O'mail tribe!"

"Ha! Ha! Ha!" Qatar smiled contemptuously, "It seems to be exaggerated. How can Chiyun God inherit a descendant like you?" Jiulong, don't talk nonsense, just let the wings smash his head!"

Kowloon smiled gloomyly, and he gently patted his wings on the neck, "Weilong, spray dragon breath, let him turn into dust on the earth under strong corrosion!"

Roar——

Answer Jiulong's breath of the two-winged Cangling. I saw a big mouth of the two-winged Cangling, and a green gas suddenly shot out and poured directly on Berlin Tus. Sne! Suddenly, the earth was corroded by a huge deep pit, and the corroded ground was still squirming. The figure of Berlin Tus had already disappeared.

"Ha! Ha! Ha!" Qatar suddenly laughed, "Berlin Tus, I didn't expect that you would die here, the leader of the Silver Dragon Legion, let your father choose again!"

"Weron, let's go. There are still two lackeys over there!" Jiulong ordered again. Suddenly, the wings of the wings flashed, and a crazy slaughter began in an instant. In a blink of an eye, everyone died, leaving only the commander of the Black Cloud Legion and the commander of the Blue Wind Legion. They were forced together by the wings of Cangling. The two trembled, crawled on the ground, and kowtowinged one after another.

"Two commanders, you didn't expect that the leader of the three-million legion would die. It's a pity that he hasn't built any immortal achievements, but he will fall here!" Qatar is sad. He looks at the two powerful figures, with both exclamation, pity and hatred!

"The leader of Qatar, we are both the leader of Omayr, so we once..." The two leaders dared to speak, but were directly stopped by Kowloon.

"Are you going to say that you are on the wrong team! Unfortunately, there is no medicine for regret in the world. Besides, wall grass like you, the Omael tribe is dispensable!" Jiulong scolded fiercely, and then shouted, "Weilong, kill them!"