"Tsk, what I said is true. This old man's talent is really good. He was at the top in our time. It's a pity..."
A charming voice came from her shoulder.
Luo Qing glanced at the tattoos scattered on his body and flew directly to where the Daolong was: "What's a pity?"
"Everything begins with ambition, and will end with ambition." Nora murmured, and then sighed: "Ah, this body is so weak, it feels like it will break at the touch of a touch, so inferior."
Luo Qing had some thoughts in his eyes, ambition... Whose ambition?
The surrounding horrified shouts were distant and near, and the incomparable chaos continued. The wails could not affect the harvest of the dark warriors at all, and the blood completely soaked the earth.
Unknowingly, Luo Qing was standing next to Daolong, at the top of the tallest building.
"What's going on?" Daolong frowned as he looked at Luo Qing with four layers of shields on his body.
It's hard to make this kind of absolute protection shield, right? Is this guy so afraid of death?
"That king's legacy is not a big problem as there is a contract." Luo Qing shook his head and asked: "But the people below have been defeated. Do we want to kill them all?"
Daolong frowned, thought for a while, and then nodded and said: "Since we have become enemies, then put away your compassion. Regardless of whether there is a threat or not, let them all disappear so that you will not have any worries."
Luo Qing's eyes became more and more indifferent. He nodded slightly and fell silent. Daolong was right. If David had just cut the body into pieces five years ago, they would still be able to get away with it now.
The four dark warriors slaughtered very quickly. People in the city were dying crazily, and buildings everywhere collapsed under the blows of boomerangs and sledgehammers.
A middle-aged man wearing golden armor and colorful feathers on his head, who was clearly a high-ranking man, walked out of the hall at his feet.
He stared at this scene in bewilderment, fell to his knees in despair, and shouted loudly: "O strong foreigner, the Mantab people are willing to surrender, please let my people go!"
At his roar, nearby soldiers with spears in their hands and trembling calves dropped their weapons, fell to their knees and shouted together with their leader.
"A strong foreigner..."
The shouts spread from the high platform. Some Mantab people who were being hunted heard the shouts and immediately fell to their knees, kowtowing crazily to get a chance of survival.
Luo Qing looked at this scene with a ripple in his eyes: "Master, after four thousand years, why do they have no power to resist? A motivated pig should have become a spirit after practicing for four thousand years, right?"
After a pause, he raised one hand and slowly lowered it. The four dark warriors who stopped because there was no resistance raised the butcher's knife again.
"When a person stays in a comfortable environment for a month, he will become inert. What if you add the fear of being guilty of getting the treasure and a thousand years of comfort?" Daolong said, and his body slowly rose into the air and fell down. : "They will always be huddled in this city, and that will be it forever."
Luo Qing followed, and his eyes returned to calmness: "Perhaps there is also the value of magic... They have soldiers and stone tools, at least they have some training."
Daolong did not comment, slowly landed at the door of the hall, and walked inside.
The wailing continued. Seeing that begging for mercy was in vain, the chief immediately roared at the top of his lungs again: "Mantabu people, pick up your weapons and join me in driving these demons out of their homes! Protect our peace!"
The soldiers around them picked up their spears, pointed directly at the master and apprentice who were watching, and launched a charge.
Luo Qing paused slightly, the four layers of protective shields on his body disappeared, a tattered spirit body appeared behind him, and the small gun raised his hand and a black hole appeared.
The screams behind them suddenly rose, and Daolong and Luo Qing stared closely at the murals in the gorgeous hall.
That's how the Cup of Life is used. It tells the story of an old Mantab who drank the water in the Cup of Life and regained his youth. They called this thing...the favor of God.
At the end of the mural is a fountain. In the center of the fountain, a golden cup with gorgeous patterns on it is quietly placed there.
Daolon moved forward quickly, reaching out to pick up the Cup of Life, but the next moment, his hand was fixed less than thirty centimeters away from the Cup of Life.
He frowned deeply, straightened his back, and slowly backed away with sharp eyes.
"What's wrong..." Luo Qing paused. He remembered Nora's threatening words to him just now. What was under the Cup of Life...
"There are righteous energy fluctuations, which are very powerful. They are not something that should exist in this era." Daolong said solemnly, the dead wood staff in his hand exuded a trace of purple light, and a delicate box appeared in the other hand.
Luo Qing turned his gaze towards his shoulder, looking at Quiet's tattoo from the corner of his eye.
"Oh, don't look at me like that. This is a sacred object of the elves. Isn't it normal to hide one or two elves' souls? Don't make a fuss."
Nola's shy voice sounded, and Luo Qing was startled by what she said. He immediately raised his hand, and the small gun that was killing people behind him stopped instantly.
Daolong frowned and waved, and the screams outside suddenly stopped. He looked at Luo Qing and asked, "What do you know?"
"Can't you hear the sound just now?" Luo Qing was a little curious, because in his ears, Nora's voice was not quiet.
"Voice? That king?" Daolong asked: "What did she say?"
"There are two elves' souls under the Cup of Life. They can use holy objects to hide themselves. These two souls will not be weak." Luo Qing did not hide it and said directly: "Mantab may be a city protected by elves. Outside Stop the matter first, at least don’t die first.”
While he was talking, the chief of Mantab had already led his people to bypass the defense line arranged by Xiaoqiang and surrounded the master and apprentice, protecting them in front of the Cup of Life.
"Devils! You are all demons! Warriors, kill them and avenge your people!" Chief Mantab roared and rushed forward with red eyes.
Other Mantabs armed with spears also followed, with their eyes also red.
"Tell me about the solution." Luo Qing frowned and asked Nora. At the same time, he stretched out his hand and a black hole appeared in front of him.
When his hand appeared again, a common AK was loaded.
bump! Da da da....
The huge gunshot was deafening. The gun's rate of fire was not slow. It quickly hit the target and took away the lives of more than a dozen soldiers.
Then Luo Qing put the somewhat hot muzzle of the gun against the chief's forehead and said impatiently: "Don't move, do you hear me?"
The chief panted heavily, the scarlet color in his eyes had long faded, and he looked at Luo Qing with fear, his lips trembled, and he was speechless.
Four thousand years of peace and courage are nothing in the face of death.
The few soldiers around were also trembling. They had never seen such a thing as a gun, but it did not prevent them from shrinking in the face of death.
At this time, Nora's charming voice sounded: "The elves will not let their Holy Grail be defiled by dark creatures. You and this old man carry darkness with you. As long as you touch it, the elves' souls will dissipate with you. "
"As for the solution...isn't my sister's hand still here with you? The king's limbs cannot be destroyed by just the soul."
Luo Qing glanced at Daolong and nodded slightly.
Instantly, the screams outside the hall rang out again, and the small guns behind them also started killing.
Now that we know who the elves are guarding, there is no need to keep these people.
