117 Chapter 117

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Have you ever had this experience?

You couldn't move, you should have passed out, but your senses and feelings refused to leave.

At this moment, this is who I am.

My ears can hear the sharp cry of the cold wind, and the side of my face can feel the biting coldness of the falling snow.

But I just couldn't move. I could only feel that the severe pain from my shoulder blade was like a sharp cone, stabbing continuously in my temple. The pain was so painful that I almost vomited.

Then, I heard Varimathras' hoarse cry, "You... stupid and imbecile Eleduin, you killed my helper?!"

"I didn't kill her!" A voice that sounded like thunder shouted.

"You broke her hand! How could she get me out of this damn mortal body without a hand?!"

"You just told me to teach her a lesson! Varimathras! It's obviously your fault!"

"Yes! My fault! I should have known that you Eleduin are idiots! I even summoned you to help!"

"What should I do?!" Heavy footsteps stepped on my ears. It sounded like the big monster squatted down and took a deep breath on the back of my neck. "Why don't you feed it to me?" , her blood smells so good...I'm about to...can't stand it anymore!"

"Go away! Doug Dallas!" Varimathras shouted, and then I heard the crunching sound of snow, and the thin monkey in the black cloak turned all the way in front of me, maybe it was He was startled when he saw my wide eyes, but he quickly calmed down and squatted down in front of me, "It looks like we can have a good talk now, little mouse."

I looked away, and my eyes fell on the snowflake next to my finger. It had a light blue color, dazzling and eye-catching.

"I want to join forces with you," Varimathras continued with a hoarse voice, "If you agree, I will be your friend." As he said that, he placed the two potion bottles in the snow. , the potion in the bottle is blue.

That thing made my breathing quicken all of a sudden. Did he still have the potion? !

I opened my mouth, and for the third time, the words came out from the depths of my bitter and astringent throat, "What do you want me to do?"

"Help me...kill Mal'Ganis!"

That statement made me go, "What?!"

"We nathrezim can't kill each other, so how about we join forces to kill Mal'Ganis? You hate him anyway, right?"