Warlock War

"Then you don't want to kill me, my friend!" Hearing that sarcasm, Adaya, the centaur's assistant who had closed his eyes to die, opened his eyes and said a vicious irony.

Adaya, with his round eyes, saw that, against the blazing flames, a thin, tall half-elf dressed in black and covered in a black kerchief stood next to the undead creature Xisar, using a With a rapier as a crutch, he looked at himself indifferently.

"You are smart, then I won't talk nonsense. You must die. I have to give some greetings to the lord of Iris City. Your body is a good gift, but if you have a better attitude, then I I will leave you with the whole body, on the contrary, you know... my friend!" Wang Xu was not too wordy, and directly explained his intentions. After all, he was a truly smart person.

"I think it's a kind of irony to be praised by you as a smart person, hey..." After a long sigh, the centaur staff Adaya stood up from the ground with difficulty, staring down into Wang Xu's eyes, resentfully Said: "We are all planted in your hands, don't you fear that I will die with you!"

"Heh, heh, heh..." Wang Xu shook his head slightly, smiled disdainfully, and looked up at Adaya, who was about three meters taller than him, and said sarcastically: "You ten thousand at the same time. I don’t care about it. You’re the only one. What do you want to do? If I’m not mistaken, you should only have the strength of a high-level fighter. Unfortunately, you are injured and not minor. I judge that your strength at the moment is about the level of an intermediate fighter."

After a pause, and after a sneer, Wang Xu raised the cracked steel rapier in his hand, pointed at the centaur general Xisa standing next to him with the tip of the sword, and whispered: "This, You know it, it's called Xiza, right, I killed it myself, you don't think you are stronger than it, huh..."

With that, Wang Xu raised a thin steel rapier with a purple light group of fighting spirit. This color of fighting spirit represented Wang Xu's identity as a fighting saint-level martial artist second only to the **** of fighting.

"Battle Saint!" Adaya, the well-known centaur staff, glanced at the purple grudge on the rapier, then turned his gaze to Wang Xu, and asked in a deep voice, "What do you want to know?"

"Hey, it's great. It's a pleasure to talk to a wise man. I won't rush and fight aimlessly like this fool." Wang Xu glanced at the centaur general Xisa who was already an undead creature, and then he took it back. He took the stainless steel thin sword in his hand and put it on the ground, and then put away the purple vindictiveness that covered the sword, and then asked in a low voice: "Who are you taking the lead?"

"I can answer your questions unreservedly. You can kill me if you are not satisfied, but you should stop taunting me, taunting a dying person will lose your identity," Ed Centaur staff After answering Wang Xu’s question, Ya answered Wang Xu’s question: "We are under General Sharpel. General Sharpel is the nephew of our Great Chief."

"Well, I'm not ironicing you anymore, the dying man!" Wang Xu nodded softly at Adaya, agreeing to his only wish before he died, "Oh, it seems that your general is a man The child of the incompetent nobleman, his incompetence has also made you tired."

"You are wrong, General Sharpel is the best general among the young generations of our centaur tribe, and none of them!" Centaur staffer Adaya, once again said Wang Xu, but this sentence, Wang Xu Don't mind, because Adaya's attitude shows its loyalty.

"Really, the most outstanding generals of your young generation have all failed this virtue in my hands. From this we can see that the future of your tribe is worrying, maybe, one day I will slaughter your tribe on a whim. Yeah, haha..." Wang Xu replied to Adaya in a disdainful tone. This time, Wang Xu didn't ridicule it. The irony was Sharpel whose life and death are unknown.

"I admit that in the use of tactics, no one in our centaur race is your opponent, but," Adaya said in a deep voice, "You want to slaughter our tribe, it’s not that easy, not every time. We will all be as careless as this time."

"Okay, let's stop talking nonsense, let's get it right. I want to know, what is the name of the god-level formation mage sent by the Naga Sea Clan, and how strong is it?" Wang Xu asked what he wanted most. Questions asked.

"I don't know the strength, I know the name, it's Miao!" Adaya still answered honestly.

"Female?" Wang Xu raised his brows and asked again.

"Yes!" Adaya replied decisively, his eyes were very calm, no matter how he looked at it, it didn't lie.

"Oh..." After hearing the answer from Adya, Wang Xu raised his left hand, held his chin, and started thinking.

"I want to ask you some questions?" Centaur aide Adaya spoke suddenly, interrupting Wang Xu's thoughts.

"Ask, just ask, as if I don't answer, it depends on the situation..." Wang Xu raised his head, looked up at Adya, and after curling his lips slightly, he responded to it.

"Are you Mario Wharton?" Edea stared at Wang Xu with piercing eyes, and asked in a deep voice, "The sixth son of the Elf King, the lord of the hill city?"

"Yes!" Wang Xu replied simply.

"Oh, no wonder, then, did you really kill 50,000 snowy half-orcs and wolf cavalry in half an hour?" Adaya spoke again and asked a new question.

"Almost, it should be less than half an hour, about fifteen minutes..." Wang Xu replied more simply.

"Huh..." After listening to Wang Xu's words, Adaya took a long breath and said to Wang Xu seriously: "If, what I said is if, my family will take refuge in You, can you spare my people when you slaughter the centaur tribe?"

"This... do you want to betray your faith?" Wang Xu looked at Edea the Centaur in surprise and asked him suspiciously at www.wuxiaspot.com.

"No, I will never be an enemy of my own race, but," Adaya explained with a pained expression: "If I face a mortal situation, I can't watch my family follow the funeral and ignore it. To tell the truth , I don’t approve of cooperating with the demons. After all, they are all outsiders. At least, the elves are the native races of our world of Loren!"

"You are still a visionary. It's a pity that you were born into a short-sighted centaur race. It was a waste of your foresight," Wang Xu pouted for a few seconds and replied, "Well, I promise you. As long as your family takes refuge in me, I promise that my forces will not touch them."

"Okay, I believe you," Adaya sent Wang Xu a slap-sized, bright silver shield-shaped mithril token.

Looking at the three horseshoe prints of different sizes engraved on the token, Wang Xu put away the token.

At this moment, a huge figure, roaring and howling with the air of fireworks, flew out of the wall of fire, and its whole body was scorched and scorched.

Seeing that figure, Adaya, who had a calm look and was waiting for death, opened her eyes sharply and exclaimed: "General Sharpe..." (To be continued.)