Chapter 85 Sad Hilmi

The shadow burial dragged its teeth to sew the thread at the link between the strange Pachivik's left leg and torso, and ran forward desperately.

"Good job!" Ning Chen said.

The left leg of the stitched monster rotates like a top and gradually separated from the torso.

Two fierce lights shot out of Agamand's eyes.

"No one can treat my Pachivik like this, my baby." He said.

"Hilmi! Hilmi!" The handsome night elf gently called his name, hugged his body, and his breathing became extremely gentle and delicate.

"Aron!" Hilmi responded to him.

"Look, that tree is my gift to you. When you retire, we will settle down there and have a few children together, okay?" Allen said with a smile.

Hilmi blushed, nodded, and looked along the hand of his heart. It was an ancient tree with a huge body standing between heaven and earth, and countless fireflies surrounding it, reflecting the starlight in the sky.

"Aaron, you have to wait for me, wait for me to kill the devil and come back to be your bride." She said.

"Fool, you have to wait for me." Allen smiled and waved an enlistment order in his hand, "Look, I'm also going to the battlefield. I can't leave you alone to face danger. I can't do it."

"Ah?" Hilmy was shocked when his lover went to join the army. He could have enjoyed his leisure at home. He was a nobleman.

"I will write to you every day until we meet again. I think the enemy has been driven away." Allen looked at the distant starry sky, full of hope.

Two crystal tears oozed out of Sylvanas' empty eyes. She was still sleeping. She wished that she would not wake up from this dream. Hundreds of years have passed. She has forgotten everything in the past, but she still hasn't forgotten him.

The elegy resounded through the bedroom, and Sylvanas sat up. This is an underground palace. Except for darkness, there is darkness. There is no sun, no moonlight, no starlight, no fireflies, and there is only loneliness in her heart. For this group of undead who are as miserable as herself, she wants to survive strong.

Except for her meeting with a smile when facing the people, her face is always calm and expressionless at other times.

The queen's action woke up the maid of the outer room. She came in, held the queen's coat in her hand, and put it on the queen. As a maidservant who has been taking care of Sylvanas, she knows everything about the queen.

"Is it dawn?" Sylvanas asked.

"Yes, it's morning. It's only been a few minutes since you came back from the inspection." The maid said.

"I can't sleep."

"I know."

Sylvanas stood up and walked to the table, where there was a crown representing her status, which had accompanied her crown for so many years.

"Have you really decided?" The maid asked.

"What?"

"Marry him."

Sylvanas did not answer. The situation in the dream was vivid, and everything was just like yesterday.

"Queen..." The maid opened her mouth and wanted to say something. In the end, she still didn't say anything. She was betrayed by the closest bodyguard. In the heart of the dead, what else can be trusted?

Sylvanas turned to look at the maidservant: "It doesn't matter." She said that her tone was consistent.

The Agamand family is in charge of the strongest force of Tirisfa, controlling Burre and facing the enemy in front of them. In any case, the strength of this family today cannot be underestimated, even if it is the queen of Tirisfa.

"No one can hurt my Pachivik, and you can't, Tauren!" Agamand took a step forward and stared at Ning Chen.

Pachivik's left leg finally rolled down from his body, and his huge body, nearly 4 meters high, lost its balance and support. He fell to the ground with a bang, and waves of dust and wood chips flew beside him, which were stones and dead wood fragments smashed by his body.

Agamand walked to Ning Chen step by step, and even the shadow buried him felt his murderous spirit. Outside the golden light of the golden armor, there was another cold light, covering Agarmande.

He pulled out the two swords behind him and pointed to Ning Chen: "Last night, Sylvanas helped you resurrect. Today, you won't have such luck again, Tauren."

Ning Chen was very disgusted with his attitude: "My name is Ning Chen, a bone shelf. You really wronged this pair of armor."

While speaking, Ning Chen had shot six arrows, two at Agamande's feet, two at his shoulder, and one to his face.

Needless to say, all four arrows shot at the shoulders and feet landed, and Agarmande's armor was not blown out.

Agamand crossed his hands to protect his face, and the arrow was nailed on his forearm and fell to the ground. Just as he let go of his hand, he found that another arrow came again. No matter how fast Agarmand was, it was faster than Ningchen's arrow. The sixth arrow was accurately nailed to his nose bone, where it was His pot cover helmet protects weak places.

Agamand hit the arrow and snorted, "It's not bad. No wonder you can kill that Bertram..." He reached out and pulled out the arrow on his face, and the inverted thorn brought out his broken bones and scattered them on the ground.

If it were an ordinary undead, he should have fallen to the ground and died at this moment. Unfortunately, Agarmand is not an ordinary undead, otherwise he would not have been here, and even Sylvanas would not dare to despise him.

Agamande's two swords flashed with cold light in the faint sunlight and split into Ningchen's body at a very fast speed.

Although he had the experience of fighting with many monsters and players and killed the shadow knights, Ning Chen encountered a strong enemy in close combat for the first time. He couldn't avoid it. The two swords pierced his ribs deeply, and the pain made him breathe coldly. He even heard the sound of the blade to the bone and felt the knife swimming between the bones. Go.

Although the suture monster fell to the ground, it does not mean that he has no combat effectiveness. The shadow buried the suture monster and turned around and rushed to Agarmand. Except for the bottom of his face, this guy almost all of them hid in the armor, making her sharp teeth out of her mouth.

Suddenly, an object flashed in his ear, with the sound of wind. Ning Chen subconsciously lowered his head and dodged it. It turned out to be the sickle thrown by the stitching monster on the ground. He was controlling the sickle with a chain.

Just dodged this attack and didn't have time to breathe. Suddenly, the wind came again. This time, the suture monster was dragging the weapon back. Ning Chen couldn't avoid it. The horn hit the sickle and clicked, making a spark.

"It's over! The horns are gone..." Ning Chen thought to himself.

However, it seems that this is not the case. The one that broke and fell to the ground was not his horn, but the half-scythe that sewed strange.

Agamande's swords are still stuck between his ribs, and the two have almost stood face to face.

"It's annoying! Don't exhale at me, stink." Ning Chen frowned in disgust and said to him.