Chapter 11 Double War

As the saying goes, he is afraid of being stunned and afraid of death. In the eyes of these people, Ike's crazy behavior is lifeless, and he has to drag on his back before he dies?

Battle? Or not to fight?

In their hearts, they have not yet reached the moment of a real backwater war, so their minds have wavered. They are not without any other way to choose from.

The people's hearts were shaken, and the momentum was a little weaker. The team that could have been defeated immediately collapsed.

Ike holds the sword in his right hand, holds a knife in his left hand, stabs left and right, and cuts the sword. There is no move, and there is no need for moves, as long as he can cut people. Occasionally, he also releases a sword spirit, and his limb remains all the way, and the blood flows into a river.

Finally, no one dared to come forward, and everyone just surrounded him.

Ike stood surrounded by the crowd, stepping on a piece of blood-red land under his feet, with the blood of the enemy and his own blood, which gathered together and could not distinguish between you and me.

The sword was broken and the knife was cut and rolled, and he stood there with a broken knife, like a standing stone statue, covered with red paint.

He is tired. He is really too tired. His arm seems to weigh a thousand pounds, and he can't lift anything at all, and all the energy in his body has been consumed.

I really want to sleep. What a luxury it is.

Ike knew that they were only temporarily afraid now. When they found that they could not stand it, they would rush up like those hungry wolves in the forest. Even if everyone only took a bite, he would be eaten up.

No, I want to kill him. While this momentum is still there, I want to kill him.

"Caesar, take your life," Ike roared, raised his broken sword and rushed up again.

His consciousness began to blur, and he only regarded the people in front of him as his biggest enemies. These were the people he wanted to defeat.

Who is Caesar? I don't know him, and all the soldiers think so, but at this time, who cares who he is? Looking at Ike's ferocious appearance, they can only carry knives and fight with each other.

"I didn't expect to see such a good scene when I came here this time, which is like the performance in our Colosseum." Harlem clapped his hands, and I don't know whether he was really happy or deliberately mocked the incompetence of these people.

The third master's face darkened. Of course, he knew that the Colosseum of the Warcraft Empire was full of captured human prisoners and captive Warcrafts. They fought with each other and survived, and then continued to compete. This was a bloody performance. Harlem compared the soldiers he hired to those hairy beasts, which was giving him. It's embarrassing, but he doesn't dare to attack.

Kakun's eyes turned and understood the truth. He took a step forward and shouted, "Hasn't you eaten? Are you still men? It's a shame that you can't even deal with a doll. If you can't kill him, you will die."

"Now, kill him quickly. Whoever kills him will be rewarded tenfold, and the sacrifice will receive three times the pension."

What can you do with money? For the upper class of society, money is not important, but for these working people living at the bottom of society, money means everything. For money, they can do almost anything, including sacrificing their lives, at least for a healthy life for their families.

Kakun's promise is like a strong shot in their hearts, forcing them to sell their souls, such as shame, traitor, hatred. In their eyes, Ike is a humanoid puppet made of gold, as long as Cut off his head and have no worries about food and clothing in his life.

"Kill"

The offensive was a little fierce in an instant, and Ike could only deal with it. He could no longer be as brave as before.

"Puff"

A shot hit Ike's back, and a stagger was almost knocked to the ground. Although he stabilized his body, he vomited two mouths of blood in a row. This shot was really a great hit.

The third master looked at this scene and finally eased his eyebrows. At least his own people are still a little useful.

"No, the cannon is gone," the wolf-headed man exclaimed.

The Warcraft Empire is a country that pays great attention to respect and inferiority. He is just a follower of Harlem. Naturally, he is not qualified to speak easily, but the value of cannons is so great that it disappears in front of his eyes. If he doesn't remind Harlem, it is his dereliction of duty.

Harlem was shocked and looked back. Sure enough, the magic cannon that was still lying not far behind him had disappeared.

If he had known, he would have put away the cannon first, otherwise there would have been no such a moth. Although he regretted it, he could only shoot down his teeth and swallow blood. This was his own mistake, and he had to bear the consequences by himself.

Who will do it? The two human empires in front of them have been standing by their side and have no chance to do this. Is it their servant who shouts to catch the thief? It's impossible. These people have received the most rigorous training and can't be betrayed at all. So who will do it? Harlem thought about it carefully, but he couldn't imagine anyone present who had the motivation and ability to do it.

Is it that guy's accomplice? Harlin thought of the previous red light. This man has fought until now, and his companions have not come to save him, but now the magic cannon has disappeared. It must have been taken away by the person he called. So there must be a master who is good at hiding.

Harlem is a five-faced fighter. He can avoid his perception and quietly take away the cannon. His strength must not be below him, which makes him quietly mention caution.

With a crisp sound, Andre showed his figure.

"Oh", he didn't expect that Harlem was ready, and the dagger in his hand just pierced his arm.

"Hey, no matter who sent you, you are dead today," Harlem licked his lower lip. He liked the thrill of being almost killed, but at the same time he was afraid of this feeling, because it might really take his life.

"Hmm, quarrel with your tongue, take your life," Andre snorted coldly and rushed up again.

People in the Warcraft Empire use their bodies as weapons. Harlem's strongest is his tiger claws, comparable to King Kong. With one claw, he can wear gold and crack stones.

Harlem patted it with a gust of wind, as if the sky was a little gray, and the claws were woven into a huge net, and the mouth of the net opened and enveloped Andrea.

"Ha", Andre shouted loudly, and the dagger in his hand shook, like a dragon going to sea, stirring up a storm.

"pa,pa,pa"

Jiaolong seemed to have been cut by a guillot and broken into several sections, but the remnants of the dragon's power was still there, breaking through the claw shadow net and going straight to the face door of Harlem.

"Hum", Harlem snorted coldly, and the tiger's claw waved again. This time, he threw out a huge fireball.

"Boom"

A huge roar sounded, and then passed like a strong wind, and the air waves directly lifted everyone away.

"Pa", someone hit the wall and directly hit the meat pie.

"Puff", someone hit a sharp stone and passed through the chest, and died again.

Some people were separated by the same sword and went to another world before landing.

Ike was in a fierce battle, and his mind was confused. He felt a strong wind blowing, and his body was out of control and floated up. Then another strength hit him. It was Andre who was distracted by himself at this time. It was he who changed his flight trajectory, and finally just hit On a pile of corpses on the ground, he survived.

"Now everyone is dead. Of course, except for that little guy, you actually received my claw for him. I admire you very much. In order to show my respect for you, I will let you die happily."

Harlem licked the minced meat on his paws and looked at the bodies all over the ground and didn't know whether to cry or laugh. These people are dead, so their business will come to an end. Similarly, because they are all dead, he doesn't have to pay for this transaction. As long as he kills this killer, everything will be his own.

Andre looked at his chest, a paw with a visible bone, and blood was flowing down the wound. If he didn't deal with it in time, his life would be in danger.

He frowned. It seems that he will make a quick decision. Otherwise, there will be only a dead end if he is dragged by Harlem. I really didn't expect to meet a five-faced fighter here today, which was unexpected before. It seems that no matter what happens, there will always be accidents.

"It is not certain who will live and who will die"

Andre replied to him that nothing could happen without the final result, just as he did not expect that Harlem, a five-faced fighter, would appear here, and maybe a miracle would happen the next moment.

Andre held a dagger in his hands and rushed to Harlem. The dagger crossed a complicated route. This was his unique move "Death Nine Cuts".

Death is successful, as if countless fierce ghosts are roaring around, and hundreds of ghosts are wrapped around the body. This is the call of death. It is announcing that your life will come to an end, destroying your will and destroy your soul.

"If you want me to die, it's not that easy"

Harlem just felt in a trance and regained his consciousness and the fear of happiness. He began to release his unique trick, and his whole body burned in an instant, like a humanoid sun.

"Accept my strongest trick, demon fire burning the sky"

There were flames everywhere between heaven and earth, the stones began to melt, the mouth of the valley of the whole canyon was expanded more than two or three times, everything on the ground was burned clean, and even the air seemed to be burnt.

At this time, the sun had risen, but it was difficult to compete for the firelight. After the firelight disappeared, Harlem looked up and saw nothing on the ground, and it was all burned.

"I actually let them run away"

Harlem felt that there was no killer's breath. The other party was a five-sided fighter. Naturally, it was not so easy to kill. Now the breath is gone. Obviously, he just escaped from here.

This business was a complete failure. The most valuable magic cannon was robbed, but the remaining knives and guns were burned by themselves.

"It's too impulsive. These swords are also good things. They were burned by themselves. It's better not to tell others after going back, otherwise they will laugh at them. Just treat it as if this has never happened."

Harlem found a cover for his impulse, and then quickly left here. Since the killer has left, it is useless for him to stay here. As for finding the killer, it is unrealistic. He could have deceived himself to take away the magic cannon, and now he can naturally get rid of his tracking, so He had no intention of chasing him out at all.