The Wizard World: 573 first meeting 4

"Young man ..." The green-eyed man's voice was hoarse and his eyes were staring at Angele. "I can see you exactly like my eyes ..."

Angel did not answer this inexplicable sentence. He felt that the man's eyes did indeed have an inexplicable power, but this power was not on offense and defense, as if it was a mass without lethality, but An unusually large fog, all compressed in these eyes.

He glanced behind Helia. The amnesic man was still lost and struggling, no longer paying attention to the movement here.

Retracting his eyes, Anglie noticed that the black short stick held tightly by the green-eyed man's hand was only the length of the forearm, **** side by side so thick, the dark surface was full of scratches, and Tinder is almost the same.

I don't know why, Angliel has a very dangerous feeling about this stick. Unlike the feel of a stick, this green-eyed man is almost weaker and weaker than ordinary children, as if he might die at any time, or a gust of wind is slightly stronger, and it can be blown down.

"You're weird ..." Angle smiled, his eyes flashed a little blue, and the scanned body image showed that the person in front of him was in a state of dying life and could die anytime, anywhere. "It feels like you may be dying, but I think you will live a long time."

"Young man, ignore him. This guy is a lunatic. He will dance and yell when he goes crazy." An old woman reminded in a low voice on a wooden board on the side.

Another young man who followed also said, "He went crazy last night and hit his head on a wooden board. He almost died. Fortunately, I hugged him with a few brothers Or your head will be smashed. "

Angel smiled. Without answering, he stood up and jumped off the ox cart. "Well, I went in front of me. My car is the far right of the penultimate quarter ahead."

Heliya turned back and looked at Angele's figure, and opened her mouth to keep him, but still said nothing.

The green-eyed man lay back down again, still holding the short black stick tightly in his hand. "You can't beat me ..." he murmured, the surface of the short black stick in his hand. Slowly more cracks pervaded.

The green whirlpool slowly swirls in the man's green eyes. The whirlpool is extremely concealed, not very close, and cannot be found at all.

His forehead began to ooze fine sweat, his face paled. "No one can beat me ... no one!" He seemed to groan, as if to strengthen his conviction. The hand holding the black stick is getting tighter.

Angele, who had gone far, suddenly turned his head, staring at the green-eyed man. There was a dip in his eyes.

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After Angele returned to the carriage, the next day, the team encountered another private team, and Helia inexplicably offered to leave the caravan. I do n’t know when the girl-like beauty appeared. man. The weird thing is that the green-eyed man also followed Hailia to leave the caravan. I don't know by what means, he actually let the leader of the private team agree with him.

Angel faintly felt that whether it was the green-eyed man or the 'girl' from behind, he was heading for Hailia.

He vaguely feels that Hailia is likely to be a key figure, and that the blood of the ancestors of Ghazaliya has an inexplicable appeal to him. He also brought Freila. Then joined the private team.

Hang the previously purchased ox cart directly to the back of the team and slowly follow along. Ignore the destination at all.

Five days later ......

"Why should we follow them?"

Sitting in front of the ox cart, Little Freila asked angrily. The other day she wanted to fiddle with Angele and put the potato soup for lunch in the flesh of a few green flies. It was a pity that Angele had an excuse for suddenly wanting to eat her bowl of soup and exchanged the potato soup between the two.

Freila was green at the time, and she was afraid to hold her bowl of seasoned potato soup. She could only hold dry muffins until she finished eating, and then she found a chance to drain.

Recalling this, Freila's heart rose inexplicably. The angle of Angliel he saw was not pleasing to his eyes.

Angele was sitting beside her, holding a horsewhip in her hand, leaning lazily against the car frame. Hearing Frera ’s question, he exhaled lazily,

"It's the first time I've seen men look more beautiful than women, so I've decided to follow that guy for more time."

"Don't you say you're going to Baixue City?" Freila opened her eyes wide.

"I might have decided to go to Truffle City suddenly," Anglieu answered without changing his face.

"You guy ..." Freila closed her mouth silently and looked up.

A large, silver-trimmed car in front can be seen faintly through the window.

The middle-aged man named Helia is sitting side by side with the man who is more beautiful than a woman, with various dishes, fruit plates, pastries and the like in front of him. A golden roasted goose was placed in the middle table.

Across the dining table sits a lady in elegant black manners, a beautiful and plump motherhood, long black hair curled up, and a silver ring on her forehead.

The lady is smiling and saying something to the two of Helia. From time to time, she elegantly and gently lifts a piece of pastry into the entrance. This indecent act of speaking during meals does not affect her elegance at all.

Freila watched the food on the table and swallowed her consciously.

"I really want to eat ..."

"Work hard, save a lot of money and eat the same sumptuous lunch sooner or later," said Anglia with a smile. He ignored the grey eyes that Freila had dropped, and looked away to the right of the convoy, a thin horse near the woods.

This horse is thin and black, looks weak and weak. The man riding on the horse is the green smoke man, a gray suit, the same pale face, and the whole person shakes as the fart moves forward. A flash, it seemed to fall at any time.

"This man has hidden strength ..." Angliar flashed a guess in his mind. "No, it shouldn't be to hide strength." His eyes stopped on the short black stick in the hands of the green-eyed man.

"It should be the short stick ..." Angele could feel the terror power contained in the short stick. Just like an abyss like a bottomless pit, the dark power inside cannot be seen to the end. Even if he is now recovering strength. Looking at the short stick is just like looking at the endless black ocean, and can't see the edge at all.

"This man's strength wasn't really strong, but his soul seemed to be extremely tough, and he was always against the short stick." Angle guessed, "Is the mortal master of the artifact?" >

Angel felt that this green-eyed man seemed to know very well how to control the short stick. But his soul was too weak, so he fell into a tug of war.

And in the tug-of-war, the man ’s soul itself began to slowly turn black, from light blue to black.

After watching for a while, Angele was about to look back. Suddenly he gave a quiet whisper. Looking deep into the dense forest on the right.

Between the shattered golden sun, a group of people, wearing black capes and red leather pants, approached the team quietly, holding a silver and white machete. The number is about ten people.

Their eyes are all focused on the green-eyed man on the thin horse.

"Ember, I finally found you again." The man in the black cloak walking in front of him spoke, his voice was actually a sharp female voice. "I will never let you escape again this time!"

The voice just fell, in the eyes of all black capes. At the same time a faint silver crescent lighted up. They accelerated, all rushing towards the green-eyed man.

The green-eyed man raised his short stick and was about to meet the enemy. Suddenly he lowered his head for a cough, and the corners of his mouth actually overflowed with blood. The whole body is crooked. He fell down from the horse's back, curled up in a painful expression.

The skinny horse is frightened. He suddenly hissed.

"Who !!!!"

"Thieves! Kill them!"

The convoy of the convoy found the attacking outsiders. In the sound of the stabbing knife, more than ten red leather guards were divided into two groups, half of which came up to the enemy, and half of them dispersed to protect the convoy.

The guards and the black cape quickly fought together. In the sound of the clashing of the clanking weapons, these training were like the guards of the army, but they were constantly repelled by the thieves.

Red leather is unbeatable under the silver machete. Like thin paper. All the guards retreated towards the convoy.

"I'm coming!" In the largest compartment, the decadent mercenary Hailia jumped out of the compartment and rushed forward with a silver-gray straight knife.

He is like a silver fish, he deftly avoided several cut machetes, turned around, and cut through the throats of two thieves. He was about to continue killing other thieves, and was immediately black again. The machete stopped. It was the thief boss who had a weird voice.

The two scimitars attacked each other, interacting with each other around the big tree. Both the guard and the thief consciously avoided the two. One of the thieves did not pay attention to dodge for a while, and the thief's boss couldn't hold it, and severely cut off half of his head.

Angel sat on the ox cart, with a startled expression on his face, and concealed glances at the beautiful man who got out of the car as well, killing the thieves with the strength that man showed that night. More than enough, at this moment there is no sign of doing anything, just standing sneer and watching.

Fortunately, he didn't see the face that night.

Ah! !!

A thief screamed, was kicked with a severe kick, and bumped into the wheel of Angliel's ox cart. Turning over, the man's eyes were bloodshot, and his machete was covered with blood on his face. "Damn !!" He whispered, and suddenly saw Freila and Angele sitting in the ox cart driving position.

"Come on!" He slashed at Frela with a slash.

"Don't be afraid! I'll protect you!" Freila didn't know when she was holding the saw sword, her face pale and trembling, but her body was standing in front of Angliel.

Oh!

The thief's machete fell off, sinking deep into the wooden frame of the carriage, but he took it off for a while.

Freila just got stiff and didn't have time to react. Now she was frightened by the shock, and she was suddenly shaken, holding the saw sword and struggling forward.

"Ah!" She screamed, her eyes closed, and stabbed the thief with nothing.

Slap!

The saw sword stabbed on the thief's chest fiercely, and was slipped away by the tight red leather armor.

Freila feels different. Opening her eyes and seeing this scene, she pauses. Suddenly the thief's machete was cut fiercely again. The clang chopped at the front of the saw sword.

The saw sword was severely tilted by the reaction force, and the hilt turned around and hit the thief's forehead severely. Huh!

The thief rolled his eyes and fell back.

Freila's eyes were dull and she hadn't figured out what happened.

"Thank you !!!" Angele held her shoulders in both hands and moved her face, "Thanks to your little Rila, otherwise I might be here today! Thank you for saving me!"

Freila looked stunned, looked at the thief on the ground, and looked at the saw sword in her hand.

"Is the hero's soul blessing me?" she muttered, practicing her sword skills for so long, she was so nervous just now that she was useless. Instead, the enemy fainted himself.

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