The roaring master rushed out of the tunnel entrance!

He looks like a product of a mixture of prehistoric crocodiles and humans, but Jeno knows that crocodiles mean ferocity and fearlessness in the tradition of the ancient Shurima. Those half-human and half-beast ascenators who have been forgotten in the long river of time, the species of beast characteristics on their bodies are determined by their personality before they ascend.

Natural scales and iron armor wrapped its body tightly and tightly, and there was no weakness to see, but from his roar, everyone felt his madness rooted in the depths of his soul, his vicious hatred that had accumulated for thousands of years and his extreme desire for killing.

"Everyone must die!"

Rekton roared, pulling out a crescent blade from behind, a death rolled up, rolling up dust in the sky, and with just a heartbeat, his figure changed from motionless to unseen afterimage, drilling into the wounded Swell in the air, like a deadly sandstorm tornado!

This crescent long blade is actually a long-handled axe without an axe handle. It was taken from a warrior king of Akasia. His force allowed him to break the axe handle of a divine weapon without any trouble, and at the same time, it also easily swept the army of the master in front of the axe blade.

A long cloth-wrapped cane to split the sun and slashed Rekton in the air into the rocks. The withered magic power poured into his majestic body along the sharp blade.

When Rekton smashed into the ground, the entire dock was visibly shaking, as if shocked by this inhuman terrifying force.

Rekton, who was like a ferocious beast at the last moment, turned into an old man in his twilight years. His claws were slashing on the edge of the pit but he couldn't even get up. The anger in his eyes leaped a few times, but it did not weaken at all, but showed signs of rising.

"What's the situation?" Graves widened his eyes. He wanted to come to Piltwolf to build a gun and avoid the limelight of Soul-Earing Night. As a result, he encountered several monsters and monsters. Isn't Drizzt a believer of the goddess of luck? Why did he encounter these troubles along the way with him?

"The bandage was Nethers, one of the few ascenators who have survived in ancient Shurima to this day. He was called the God Warrior at that time; the crocodile man was also the Ascenator, the former's younger brother, but he was brainwashed by Zeras and turned against his brother. Oh, by the way... Zeras is also half an ascenator."

"My stupid Ou Doudou." Hex suddenly came out and complained. It had forgotten all these long-standing things, and some stories could only be learned by Geno's telling, so when Geno talked about these things, it had a high probability of bubbles.

Grayfors was almost stunned by the family ethics drama that Geno talked about, and was so anxious that he grabbed his hair.

Wrapped with bandages like lepers, he uncovered the rag on his cane. It turned out that this was a long-handled battle axe. The sea-blue gem inlaid in the center drank the sunshine. He lifted his extended hood, revealing a hideous face hidden under it. A solemn and mighty black jackal head, with a wise and fierce look. Looking at Rekton who could not get up, a bit of sadness and sorrow stained his gaze that had crossed thousands of years.

"Shiville, Taliyah, get on the boat quickly, Rekton will recover soon, I will be responsible for dragging him down." The gnoll took off his robe and showed his majestic body. His tone was unquestionable, as if he was ready for battle.

"I didn't ask you to sacrifice your life to the palace." Shiville gritted his teeth and continued to run towards the fishing boat.

Taliyah behind her was a little hesitant. She knew that Nathers was injured and she would definitely not be able to beat Rekton. She said that the palace queen was actually using her life to give them a chance.

The Gnolls speak the common word, so everyone present can understand it, but the accent is very heavy and buzzing.

Graves's scalp was numb when he heard this: This is my ship, why do you get on my ship without my consent? Put face aside first, that dog-headed man is the main problem. If he gets on board, his weight will not be able to step on the boat, and everyone will finish playing.

Seeing the fishing boat continue to move, he raised his long-handled battle axe, pointed at Geno and others from afar, and read out his name:

"I am the son of the lost desert, Nethers, the ascenator of the Shurima Dynasty. I order your last ascension bloodline to quickly take away from Zuan. If you can bring her safely to the Eagle King, he will give you great wealth that you can't imagine."

The first person to react was still Grayfos. He stepped on the accelerator to the bottom and the roar of the engine gave him an answer.

"Sorry, the master of the desert, your brother is much more lost than you. I don't want to fall to the point where I have money to make money and spend my life!"

"Save her! Save Hillewell! She is Piltwolf's hope!" Geno knocked Grayfos away, unable to control his strength and almost knocked him to the sea.

He pulled the joystick back to its original position, and the engine's roar immediately became less and he struggled at the critical point of the engine shutdown.

It was Shiville who guided Piltwolf to the catastrophe, but at the same time she was also the key to saving Piltwolf. Saving her means that Geno will stand on Azel's side in the future battle between Azel and Zelas. Through this relationship, Geno deliberately asked Azel to help him regain Picheng, and even demanded Picheng's autonomy in the new Shurima Empire.

After all, Shiville is the only descendant of the ascension bloodline, and it is of great significance to Azer.

Must be saved!

Graves shook his head and rushed over to grab the joystick, but he was not as strong as Geno and was knocked away again. He was so angry that he jumped up and scolded: "You will kill me! Piltwolf is all about me!"

"Do you still want weapons?" Jeno glared at Grayfos coldly.

Thinking that his weapon had to be made by a guy, Grayfos was immediately dissatisfied and patted his thigh and took two steps back, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

The fishing boat had already sailed a distance from the dock. Shiville controlled the golden crossblade in his hand and poured out a blue magic glow. Ripples appeared at the feet of her and Taliyah at the same time, and her running speed soared.

As she approached the end of the pier, she jumped decisively and jumped towards the fishing boat. But because the distance was a little farther, she only fell half of her body onto the fishing boat. The impact force caused her wound to break again, and the blood instantly soaked in gauze.

Fortunately, she developed the tenacity of the desert people and endured the pain and slapped on the edge of the boat before she did not fall into the sea.

Caitlin stood by the crossblade and reached out to help, but was slapped away by Shiville. She thought Caitlin wanted to take the opportunity to take away her weapon, and in the end she climbed onto the fishing boat with her own back.

The first thing she did after getting on the boat was to look back at the dock...

There, Taliyah, the nomadic girl who saved her, stood blankly on it, as if she had no intention of following.
Chapter completed!