It seems a bit vain because half of the troops have been drawn away. Now, the imperial city of Fredrod is in a humble corner of the camp in Knox, and some people whisper.
The speaker is a rough man dressed in thick fur mixed with messy metal crude armor. From his costume, he can already be judged to be an authentic northern Fredred barbarian, the former part of Thuzhuangni.
"It shouldn’t be said that … he has been doubting us." The voice is very low and heavy. At first glance, it sounds like those strange virtual thunder rumbling sounds in the southern mountains of Fredred. The speaker’s speech is somewhat unclear or the speaker is somewhat unskilled and somewhat inhuman.
Like some kind of monster roaring.
In fact, that speech is not human, oh, it should be said that it is not completely human, because its upright figure and humanoid posture are still human-like
In other places … for example, it is covered with delicate and smooth white hair, it has claws on its limbs, it has the characteristics of a bear, and its ferocious head no longer proves that it should be a bear.
Of course, the Fredred barbarian who talks to it will never admit that he is talking to a stupid bear. He clearly knows what kind of terrorist power and … wisdom a bear Terran warrior with a pair of horrible wild eyes with thunder light has.
Because this time, the plan was made by this warrior named Volibear, who almost defeated their king, Suzanne Bear.
"Then he left us in the city …" The brain is not strong enough. Some soldiers can’t think of Bai Siwei, which means that the terrible man with a lame foot must have some cause.
"He should be afraid that we are going out to defect in an instant." Volibear, a warrior of the bear terran, hammered his fists in the rare sunshine in Fredrod. The sunshine made his hair shine faintly with golden light, and his eyes always made him dare not look straight into the eyes, which made him feel calm and trustworthy. "And he’s not …"
Before it finished this sentence, it was interrupted by deep and quick steps.
Volibear quickly and a moment ago, he was still in low communication with himself. The Winter Claw Warrior passed by like a stranger, as if nothing had happened, and walked towards the Noxas who were coming towards him.
In fact, it just wanted to say that this group of Noxas people are coming towards it, led by a middle-ranking officer of Noxas, followed by the group of black warriors Svein who came to Noxas for reinforcements a few days ago to monitor their strength.
Volibear else and the middle-ranking officer passed by, but when he passed by the black warriors, he consciously wrinkled his ugly pair and some ferocious eyebrows.
The subconscious tells it that these guys will be more difficult than.
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If you find any bugs, please let me know as soon as possible.
After all, the six-line operation will miss a lot of things.
Page two hundred and fifty-five The Virgin Mary
There is no light leaking in the spacious room. General burnham is sitting in the dark with his head propped up at the end of the long table.
He seems to be meditating and looking around at the darkness.
He looked at the darkness for a long time.
for a long time
There is a rustling sound coming from the edge of the darkness. The sound is fine, fast, but faintly sharp. It is sharp, but it is different from the metal sharpness of the sword. It is more similar to the frost on the tip of the tree that climbs quietly in the early spring night. It is full of a kind of unstoppable and can explain this rule.
Then the footsteps are neither light nor heavy. It is not covered by those fine sounds, nor is it so big that the whole silent room vibrates. It rings step by step regularly and falls on the obsidian floor, bringing up long and short echoes one after another. It is like a dance music in the dark.
A trace of inexplicable chill in the dance music climbed up the long table. It spread inch by inch from one end and eroded to the other end, dyeing General burnham’s body with black armor and a thin layer of frost.
General burnham remained motionless. He looked at the darkness and continued to say nothing as if he were interested.
In the dark night, the accompaniment is getting louder and louder, and those rustles have evolved into slightly harsh scratches. They are ringing in the whole wide and dark room as if dance music has arrived.
The cold is getting deeper and deeper. The whole long table has been covered with frost flowers. General burnham’s painted black body armor has already produced fine ice flowers. Those ice flowers are constantly condensing in the armor like snakes and issued a harsh card.
General burnham still didn’t move, as if he didn’t care about all this, and he was about to freeze into an ice sculpture. He even smiled. He smiled slightly.
The smile was light but echoed in the whole silent room, suppressing those footsteps and rustles.
The rustle came to an abrupt end and the footsteps disappeared, just like a sudden stop.
However, the sound just stopped for a moment. After two breaths, General burnham’s smile was completely concealed, and it was stronger than before. I don’t know how many times the sound was played again.
This time, it’s no longer rustling. It’s as high as 10 thousand hell demons gnawing at the hard skull. They roar like a flood in the whole room, and their footsteps are like the deepest cold wind in Fredred’s deepest night.
The cold wind roared past, and the hard ice rushed out of the darkness and swallowed up the whole long table. Finally, General burnham was frozen to the raging dance music.
The cold wind suddenly stopped and the footsteps stopped.