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Chapter 423: surrender.
The speed of the master-level powerhouse itself is ridiculously fast, and the Ranger is a fighter class known for its ultra-fast explosive speed. When the two are combined, it creates the kind of extreme fastness, like a silent breeze. General instant killing power.
Zola’s shot was so fast, coupled with the unexpected effect of the sudden attack, the adjutant next to her had no time to react to what happened, until the head and neck separated, and the adjutant’s face even kept the pair of rushing up and Punk and the others are desperately arrogant, but his head has slowly fallen in mid-air.
Until death suddenly came, this official-level warrior did not make any resistance or exclaim. Under the sneak attack of the master-level powerhouse, the adjutant's fall was no more than an instant.
After killing his official-level adjutant, the rest of the clergy, who were generally at the apprentice level, were naturally slaughtered. I saw Zola’s blood-colored whip gently dancing, and the light of a knife flew in the air extremely fast. Passing by, along with the fresh breeze and Yang Yan, there were dozens of heads full of surprise and incomprehension.
"They guys always like to call me "Behead Queen" in private. To be honest, I don't like such an unbeautiful nickname very much, but...think about it now, suddenly I feel that what they describe is actually quite appropriate."
The light and fast moving pace avoided all the blood that was falling like raindrops, and Zola's long red hair outlined a reddish shadow in the hot air.
"Okay, the troublesome waste has been resolved, can we talk about it, of course, remind the little knight brother, just talk here, bed time should be reserved for more interesting things. ".
Randomly flicking the long whip in his hand, a few drops of bright red blood were immediately thrown by the female ranger onto the sand and disappeared without a trace.
For a master-level expert, it is too easy to kill such more than fifty apprentice-level professionals. A single move is enough to kill with one blow. The death of a group of low-level professionals is not shocking, but The words Zola said at this time made Punk and Kane silent.
Of course, compared to the slightly lighter words of the female ranger, the dozens of heads neatly falling behind her also have a unique background effect.
"Hey hey hey! This uncle heard that right, did you guys give up interesting battles and plan to negotiate? Really or not, you guys from the Nightmare sect have learned to negotiate? Please~ don't be a boring conspiracy. What my uncle is looking forward to is a hearty battle"!
Putting the lance on the ground, Kane’s eyes started to become aggressive, and the punk standing next to Kane obviously didn’t mean to relax his vigilance at all, facing an enemy of the master level. , No matter how careful you are, you can't be overstated.
Seeing the vigilant look of Punk and Kane, Zola sighed and helplessly dissipated the wave of anger around her body, and then she threw the whip to the ground while raising her hands behind her head:
"I surrender! How about it, can you two listen to me now? I am now tantamount to betraying the Nightmare Sect. Killing this group of religions is also a tribute to the name, and the next thing about the Nightmare Sect I won’t conceal any information. In this case, can I ask the spellcaster to temporarily put away the spell in his hand?"
Looking at the lavender spot of light emerging from punk's hands with a little fear, Zola whispered his request helplessly.
Looking at Zola's face with a wry smile, Punk couldn't help but squinted his eyes:
"The reason? Why did you surrender without a fight? Why did you come here? Finally...why did you betray the Nightmare sect, although you are decisive, but...just a group of ants is not considered to be a name, you You should understand what I mean".
The icy voice in Punk's mouth was full of deterrence as always, and with his pupils shining with azure blue brilliance, Punk, as an eighteenth-level spellcaster, brought extremely terrible pressure to everyone at this moment.
On the other hand, Kane did not relax his vigilance and watched the enemy. After all, he had to guard against such things at any time, not to mention that Zola was still standing outside the punk magic trap at this time. , Just dissipating the grudge and throwing away the weapon is not enough to make a master-level strong man lose his combat effectiveness.
Compared to Zola’s behavior, her answer to punk questions is now the most important. I believe that as long as there is something wrong with her answer, punk’s spells and Kane’s charge will definitely burst out instantly. The two of them can It is not a good man and a believer, it is the basic quality of every profit-oriented person to kill the wrong one instead of letting it go!
In the face of casters and knights who are ready to go, Zola slowly dripped sweat on his forehead. Even though he is a master-level powerhouse, but facing the two monsters of punk and Kane at the same time, the female ranger still Under too much pressure.
"Well, I will answer these three questions one by one."
Knowing that the next answer is very important, Zola hastened to curb his usual lightness and became serious:
"There are two main reasons why I surrendered without a fight. First, I don't want to die. I can feel that the two professional levels are above me. There are a lot of magic traps in this small town. In the fight, I feel that even the chance of escape is very slim!
On the other hand..."
Having said that, Zola swallowed and said solemnly:
"For me, it is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to meet two strong men. This is an opportunity that cannot be missed to overthrow the Nightmare Sect. If it were you two, it might really be possible to push that damn old man. Go down the altar and let this hateful nightmare sect be completely destroyed!
As for why I came here..."
When he said this, the corner of Zola's mouth conjured up an inexplicable self-deprecation:
"On the one hand, I heard about the death of Kulong, the pesky Sheephead Shaman, and went to investigate. On the other hand... I do hope to find a strong man who killed that shaman. ,I found it".
Finally put on a polite smile, Zola looked at Punk and Kane with a smile as much as possible, and had to admit that Zola, who had always been serious and heavily make-up, still had a unique charm when he smiled.
But for Zola’s optimistic and hopeful smile, apart from Kane’s lightly whistle, Punk chose to ignore it-he just keenly captured the key words in Zola’s mouth, and now he quickly began to ask questions. Is serious:
"What damn old man did you just say? Are you talking about the leader of the Nightmare Cult"?
"Yes it is".
Zola nodded affirmatively, and said this "damn old man", a lingering fear appeared in the expression of the female ranger:
"The "damn old man" I call is the founder and ruler of the Nightmare Sect. The top powerhouses who have been raging in this desert for more than three hundred years have directly caused several masters to enter the stormy desert. The behind-the-scenes man behind the mysterious disappearance-the nineteenth-level master mage, Southend-Jess"!
End of this Chapter
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