Netheril Glory Chapter 423: Surrender

The degree of the master-level strongman itself is ridiculously fast, and the ranger is a warrior profession known for its fast explosiveness. When the two are combined, it creates the kind of extreme speed, such as Silent breeze like instant killing power.

Zola’s shot was too fast, coupled with the surprise effect caused by the sudden attack, the adjutant next to her had no time to react to what happened, until the head was separated from the neck, and the adjutant’s face even kept the pair. To rush up and desperately look like Punk, but his head has slowly fallen in the air.

Until the sudden arrival of death, this official-level fighter did not make a little resistance and exclaimed. Under the sneak attack of the master-level strongman, the fall of the adjutant was only instantaneous.

After killing his adjutant at the official level, the remaining members of the trainee class who were generally at the trainee level were naturally slain, and I saw Zola’s **** long whip gently dancing, a blade of light in the air Li Ji flew by, with the breeze and the sun cut, and dozens of heads filled with surprise.

"These guys always like to call me "cut the queen" privately. To be honest, I don't really like such an unbeautiful nickname, but... think about it now, and suddenly feel that what they describe is actually quite appropriate."

The light, fast-moving pace avoids all the blood that has fallen like raindrops. The red color of Zola draws in the scorching air, except for a hint of red shadow.

"Okay, the troublesome wastes have been solved. Can we talk about it, of course, remind the little brother of the cavalier, just talk here, the bed time should be left for more fun Things."

Shake the long whip in your hand casually, and a few drops of bright red blood are immediately thrown onto the sand by the female ranger and disappear.

For master-level strongmen, it’s too easy to kill more than 50 professional-level professionals. One move is enough to kill them. Just the death of a group of low-level professionals is not enough. Shocked, but the words spoken by Zola at this time made Punk and Kane silent.

Of course, compared with the slightly light words of the female ranger, the dozens of heads that fell neatly behind her also have a unique background effect.

"Hey, hey! Uncle Ben, did you get it right? Did you guys give up fun fighting plans to negotiate? Really, you guys of the nightmare sect also learned to negotiate? Please~ don’t be bored. Conspiracy, this uncle is looking forward to a hearty battle"!

Putting his rifle on the ground, Kane’s eyes started to become aggressive, and the Punk standing next to Kane clearly did not mean to relax his vigilance. No matter how careful the enemies at the level are, there is nothing wrong with it.

Seeing that Punk and Kane were full of alertness, Zola sighed slightly and then helplessly dissipated her grievances. Then she threw the long whip to the ground while raising her hands behind her head. :

"I surrender! How about, can the next two listen to me? I’m now equivalent to betraying the nightmare sect. Killing this group of churches is a little bit of a name, and the next is I will not hide any information about the nightmare sect. Can I ask the caster to temporarily put away the magic in my hands?"

Looking at the lilac light spot appearing in Punk's hands with a slight fear, Zola whispered her request softly.

Looking at Zola’s face with a bitter smile, Punk could not help but squint his eyes:

"Why? Why did you come down without a fight? Why did you come here? In the end...Why did you betray the nightmare sect, although you are still decisive, but... just a group of ants are not good enough to vote Name, you should understand what I mean."

The icy voice in the mouth of Punk is full of deterrence as always, and with his bright blue pupil, Punk, an eighteenth-level caster, has brought terrible oppression to everyone at this moment.

On the other side, Kane did not relax his vigilance and watched the enemy. After all, such things as bombardment had to be guarded against at any time, not to mention Zola still standing at Punk Outside the magic trap, just dispersing the grudge and throwing away the weapon is not enough to make a master-level strong lose its combat power.

Compared to Zola’s behavior, her answer to the Punk question is now the most important. I believe that as long as there is something wrong with her answer, the magic of Punk and Kane’s charge will definitely burst instantly. They These two people are not good men and women, and it is the basic quality of every supremacy to kill them rather than let them go!

In the face of the caster and the knight who are ready to stay ready, Zola slowly sheds a sweat on his forehead, even if he is also a master strong, but at the same time faces the two monsters Punk and Kane, female The Ranger is still under too much pressure.

"That, I will answer these three questions one by one".

Knowing that the next answer is crucial, Zola quickly converged the kind of lightness that he often carried in his tone and became serious:

"There are two main reasons why the next battle falls without a fight. First, I don’t want to die. I can feel that both professional levels are above me. There are a lot of magic traps in this town. If I fight here, I feel that my chances of escaping are very slim!

On the other hand...""

Speaking of this, Zola swallowed and said solemnly:

"It’s a rare opportunity for me to be able to meet two strong men. This is an opportunity not to be overlooked to overthrow the nightmare sect. If it’s the two of you, maybe it’s possible to **** that one. The old man pushed down the altar and completely annihilated this hateful nightmare sect!

As for why I came here...""

Speaking of this, Zola's mouth twitched a bit of self-deprecating indecision:

"On the one hand, I heard about the death of Cologne, the nasty sheephead shaman, and went to investigate. On the other hand... I do expect to find the strong man who killed the shaman. I was lucky, I found it."

Finally put a little polite smile, Zola smiled and looked at Punk and Kane as much as possible. I have to admit that Zola, who always has a serious expression and a strong makeup, still has a unique charm when he smiles.

However, Zola’s smile is full of optimism and hope~IndoMTL.com~ In addition to Kane whistling lightly, Punk directly chose to turn a blind eye-he just sharply captured the key in Zola’s mouth Words, it’s serious to start the questioning now:

"What the **** did you say just now? Are you talking about the leader of the nightmare sect?"

"Yes."

Zola nodded affirmatively and said this "damn old man", the lingering fear came out of the female ranger's expression:

"The **** old man I call" is the founder and ruler of the Nightmare sect. So far, the top powerhouses that have raged in this desert for more than three hundred years have directly led to several masters in the Behind the mysterious disappearance of the behind-the-scenes maniac in the wild waves-19th-level master mage, Southend-Jess"! ...

　　

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