() "Ahem, no more fight, no more fight!!" A tall, deformed figure walked out waving his hands, revealing a piece of rotten flesh corroded by concentrated venom on his left shoulder. The armor all over his body was also covered with mountain lords.

Knife cut marks.

The big hand gently brushed over the cruel cuts, and the amiable and pleasant smile appeared on the deformed brother's face again: "This brother is really impatient. He was just joking, how can he be serious?" Although he tried his best to make it so.

The voice sounded strong enough, but the unconcealable vibrato still made it clear that the deformed brother didn't mean what he said.

Master Shan glanced at the deformed brother, whose big hands were cut to pieces by the sword, and a flash of distress flashed in his eyes.

"Ding! The sword light attacks, consuming 50 experience points!"

"Ding! The sword light attacks, consuming 50 experience points!"

With just a few attacks, three to four hundred experience points were lost.

However, the effect is also very good. The deformed brother's strength is second only to the Thorn Shaman, and Shan Ye can beat the opponent without damage and beg for mercy, which also makes the deformed brother understand that he is not a soft persimmon that can be easily pinched.

Shan Ye shook his sleeves, put the sword back into its sheath, sat back calmly, and waved to the deformed brother with a sneer on his face.

With strength, he can eat anywhere. The deformed brother immediately did not dare to neglect, and trotted to Master Shan. His face seemed to be full of small white flowers, and he smiled brightly: "Brother, what's the matter? Do you need help?

It’s all a matter of your words!”

An inexplicable smile appeared on Master Shan's face, and he patted the seat next to him. The other party didn't mind it either, so he sat down.

Master Shan smiled and handed over a few bottles of low-level treatment potions. The deformed brother's eyes lit up. Then he quietly put them away, and the smile on his face became more and more sincere: "Oh, brother, you were really unreasonable just now. If we work together,

You can at least sell some potions quietly." Even though he accepted the compensation from Master Shan, there was still a bit of resentment in the voice of the deformed brother.

The third master didn't take it seriously. He flicked his nails, stared at the large group, and his voice condensed into the ears of the deformed brothers: "Do you think Dragon Tomb is dangerous?" Although it was a question, it was full of meaning.

With an unabashed certainty.

Without waiting for the deformed brother to answer, Mr. Shan continued on by himself: "The outer black fog alone trapped these large groups here for more than ten days. Do you think if they entered the black fog?" his voice gradually became darker.

When I got down, I heard that the deformed brother suddenly changed his color.

Taking a breath, the deformed brother revealed his eyes and looked at the large group that was preparing, with a flash of fear in his eyes. The Dragon Tomb, which had not appeared for hundreds of years, made everyone lose their calm judgment.

However, not everyone is so crazy.

A familiar smell of powder slowly floated over. Rough people like the deformed brothers immediately tightened their nostrils with an expression of enjoyment: "It smells so good!" The voice was full of disgusting yearning.

As he said that, he followed the scent and looked to the side. He suddenly looked away with a pale face.

Shan Ye stood up with a "Teng" sound and walked up to Maka with a surprised look on his face: "Brother Maka, why are you here too?" The voice was somewhat confused. He remembered that Maka was still at the resistance camp when he left.

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Maka held a fragrant and white embroidered handkerchief in her hand, wiped the dust on her face, pinched an orchid and said grumpily: "It's so lively here, I want to come over and join in the fun."

Immediately the conversation changed, his eyes paused slightly on Shan Ye's scimitar, and he smiled and said: "You are a good boy, the sword is very pure, you have been practicing for many years?" His voice was still a bit girly, but he couldn't hide it.

of appreciation.

Master Shan smiled slightly, ran his fingers across the fine steel scabbard, and said seriously: "It's been a few years." His voice was calm and indifferent.

The smile on Maka's face slowly disappeared, and her expression gradually became serious: "Before your sister comes, ask me to protect you as much as possible. When you go in, you will follow me." Before Maka could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Mr. Shan.

He interrupted with an apologetic look: "No, Brother Maka, I'm not used to being protected by others." His voice was not loud, but there was a sense of pride that he couldn't hide.

Maka raised her eyes slightly, a bit of surprise flashed in her eyes, smiled at the corner of her mouth, and nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, young people should try their luck." As he said this, he threw over a bottle of resistance potion that had just been released, and it was very generous.

After a few words of caution, Maka returned to the Lizardmen Royal Team. The captain was very respectful to Maka and gave all the command of the operation to this hidden powerhouse.

The deformed brother came over curiously and asked: "You have such a strong backer, why don't you follow him?"

Master Shan knew he was suffering, so he immediately took out his manly ambition and pushed it against the cylinder. The deformed brother curled his lips with a look of disbelief. What kind of "manly ambition" can there be for a guy who can betray his teammates without hesitation?

His eyes fell on the groups that were about to enter the black mist, and the deformed brother's voice also deepened: "Do you really want to go in?" There was a hint of hesitation in the voice. After being reminded by Shan Ye, the deformed brother was worried about the extremely dangerous Dragon Tomb.

During the trip, I gradually gained more awareness and felt a little withdrawn.

Master Shan nodded without hesitation, his eyes were firm and did not waver in the slightest.

The deformed brother sighed softly. The head was filled with dragon tomb treasures, which burned his sanity. He gradually returned to his body. He felt that he was sitting back and watching the sky. Facing those powerful groups, he didn't even have a chance to resist. Entering like this is risky.

It's really too big.

Not only the deformed brothers, but also many small groups or stragglers around, all had a look of retreat on their faces.

Master Shan pursed his lips tightly, held the handle of the knife in his palm, and stared at the movements of the large group.

After deliberation for a long time, no one from the big groups was willing to take the lead. Some leaders with ideas slowly focused their attention on small groups like Shan Ye.

The deformed brother reacted much faster this time. He stood up and wanted to escape from here, but it was a little late.

A high-level drow covered in scarlet fighting flames with incomparably cold eyes flew over. Under the petite footprints, the fighting flames were solid, leaving behind pieces of scorched black marks, with bursts of frightening high temperature, standing coldly.

The deformed brother approached: "Go back!" The voice was cold, the blade was slightly raised, and the killing intent was frightening.

The deformed brother's eyes were slightly stern, with a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes, and he slowly retreated to where he was.

With a heavy sigh, the deformed brother glanced at Shan Ye, who was sitting firmly on the spot, and immediately complained: "Why don't you rush with me? If we are together, there is no way." The voice gradually disappeared, and a forced smile appeared on the face of the deformed brother.

, shut his mouth honestly and shrank in place and stopped moving.

Several high-level drow warriors with fighting flames burning all over their bodies and evil spirits in their eyes were standing in front of them. They were driving Shan Ye and others together like they were driving livestock, preparing to use them as radars to explore the way.

"Aiya, who is this? So embarrassed?" A soft female voice, charming and frivolous, with a hint of ridicule, sounded from not far away from Shan Ye.

Mr. Shan's eyes moved, and he kept walking forward.

Aimeier walked in an elegant small square step, revealing a few touches of delicate and tight black skin at the hem of her skirt. She walked up to Master Shan with a smile. She waved her slender hands lightly and looked at several senior drow warriors who were escorting Master Shan.

Respectfully give way.

Shan Ye had no expression on his face, looking at Aimeier who had a smile on his face, and said coldly: "You are really fine!" His voice was as hard as if it were wrapped in cement blocks.

Emel's smile did not diminish, and she frivolously crossed Shan Ye's chin with her fingers, showing a bit of pride: "Yes, my little lover, you are really well!"

Shan Ye did not dodge, but slowly put his palm on the handle of the knife, his eyes showing evil.

As if he was a little worried about Shan Ye's sharp sword, Aimeier froze in his movements, then returned to his natural state, and said with a sweet smile: "You resistance forces are really powerful, you actually killed more than a hundred high-level half-demon people, yes

Aren't you very happy?" At this moment, there was no need to hide anything. Aimeier was smiling, but there was no smile in her eyes, only a deep murderous intention.

Master Shan knew that the revenge of being killed could not be solved by rolling the sheets a few times, so he did not say anything and just stood there coldly.

The smile on Emel's face gradually cooled down, and the resentment and murderous intent spilled out of her eyes without concealment: "Put this human being at the front!" After saying that, Emel smiled coldly and stuck out his long tongue frivolously.

, licked the tip of his nose and watched Master Shan stand at the front.

The deformed brother was already dumbfounded. He looked at the expressionless Mr. Shan in astonishment. His voice was a little out of tune: "Brother, you are my eldest brother. How do you know so many people? That woman seems to be..."

Mr. Shan lowered his eyelids and stared at the ground to prevent others from seeing his expression. He whispered: "That woman is the former city lord of Black Pearl. We have some grudges."

Because he has always had a close relationship with Mr. Shan, the deformed brother was also placed at the front line. He looked like he was mourning for his dead father: "What should we do? We won't die here?" The deformed brother looked at the people who were close at hand.

Dark mist, eyes shrouded in a bit of fear and worry.

Master Shan frowned and felt a little headache at the endless black fog in front of him.

Suddenly remembering something, the deformed brother looked around and found that the sissy lizard man had also disappeared, and he suddenly looked depressed.

When the gathering was almost complete, almost all the idle people outside the large group were gathered together.

Fortunately, perhaps because they did not want to lose their strength, these large groups just gathered these people together unceremoniously and did not do anything excessive.

After all, those who can come to the Dragon Tomb, or dare to come to the Dragon Tomb, are definitely not mediocre.

A plump drow warrior with a somewhat stereotyped look in the corners of his eyes slowly stood in front of everyone. His fierce gaze, wrapped in evil spirits, passed over everyone's face. The drow warrior's eyes were condensed and he spoke coldly.

He said: "This time we are all working together. When you are clearing the way, please be careful. If you deliberately create chaos, you will be responsible for the consequences!" After saying that, the voice had lost its traces, and the murderous aura was overflowing, like the tip of a knife.
Chapter completed!