The dying scout of the king''s army lay on the white sheet of cloth, and anyone could see that the poor fellow was not long gone. There were a lot of terrible scars all over his body, one of which almost cut his neck open. Under the cover of mud and blood, the clothes that were originally on the outside merged with the tattered body. The pharmacists who came to see it shook their heads, because they could not even distinguish which piece of cloth was stuck to their bodies and which was raised skin. But even so, the scouting has not yet died. No one knows what is supporting him. It may be the hatred of rat people, the loyalty to the Kingdom, or simply resistance to death.


    Marcus frowned as soon as he saw the survivor''s appearance, for no reason. From the body of the dead lying on the ground, he keenly smelled the smell of sulfur. "Can he still speak?" Said the king''s hand to the pharmacists around him.


    The pharmacists looked at each other, and finally a bald man who looked the oldest came out and kept wiping the oil and sweat on his shining head with his handkerchief There are no serious wounds on his neck and head, but we can''t be sure about the condition of his lungs. We can only infer from his breathing condition that he should, I mean, maybe, and has a slight language ability After saying this, the pharmacist quickly hid behind his colleagues like a deflated ball, for fear that Marcus would not be satisfied with his answer.


    Marcus is indeed dissatisfied with this irresponsible answer. But he also knew that even if he scolded the pharmacists, he would not get a better answer. Instead of wasting his time venting his anger, he might as well try to find out why he became like this while the scout was still angry.


    "Soldier, can you still hear me?" The king''s hand put aside his scepter and leaned over to the scouts'' ears.


    "My Lord, I, I..." Unexpectedly, the scout, who seemed to be dying, suddenly raised his hands and pulled Marcus by the collar. His whole face was almost on the latter''s face. His voice was very weak, and he could smell a lot of sulfur from his breath. The situation made the people around him nervous, but the king''s hand shook behind him with his left hand, indicating that there was no big problem.


    Marcus put his right hand on the man''s back, trying to make him relax, "don''t worry. Speak slowly. Say what you saw, what you met. If you can''t describe it, use words to express it simply. "


    Maybe the words of appeasement played a role. The soldier did look calmer. His hands holding Marcus'' collar gradually loosened. Just as the king''s hand suspected that the man was going to die, the Scout''s neck rose! "Well, it, come out, come on WOW


    Marcus knows what to do without listening to the person in his arms. He pulled the right hand of the soldier''s back and pulled the clamp off with his left hand. At the same time, the king''s hand and legs exert force, and the whole person lies back. And these stress reactions undoubtedly saved his life. At that moment, a dark brown tentacle popped out of the Scout''s mouth, stretching out about half an arm''s length like a hunting snake. Fortunately, the soldiers had begun to fall down, Marcus''s head was raised high, and his barbed and sticky tentacles could only rub his chin.


    Andrea and Atticus, standing two steps away, approached the king''s hand from both sides. As soon as the lion reached out, he seized Marcus by the back of his neck, and the muscles in his arm swelled with force, which drove the stout Earl of Taylor Riel back a little distance. On the other side, the iron Knight''s reaction is more destructive. He takes two steps, and the iron in his hand is already out of the sheath, and the knight''s oath engraved on the steel sword ridge emits red light. The old knight held the hilt in both hands and made a powerful sweep, which was not as accurate as taking back the tentacles in the scouts'' mouth, cutting them off and spilling corrosive liquid.


    "What is this?" Duke Kroger raised his hand to block a little liquid coming from his face, and several ugly holes appeared in his expensive clothes. But now is not the time to love this dress. Andrea understands that this tentacle is just the beginning. The scouting was not lucky to survive from the beginning. He is a time bomb disguised as a human being!


    Atticus did not immediately answer the angry lion''s question. The iron rule in his hand and the smell of sulfur in the air had proved the identity of the tentacle owner. In the face of such an enemy as the devil, the Knight Commander did not hesitate. He knew that from the moment he was confronted with the devil, the soldier in front of him had already died. Now, in front of him, there was only a poor bag desecrated by the devil. So the sword took back, from the horizontal cut to stab, the target pointed directly at the scouts'' mouth!


    Iron rule, in the air left a silver shadow, but failed to accurately hit their own target. The sharp blade of the sword opened the soldier''s left cheek, and cut a hole in the face, revealing the substance that was not human body. "Asshole!" The iron Knight scolded angrily. He didn''t expect that the devil could control the corpse''s movement. The swing of the target''s head made his attack useless, and he also put himself into danger when he followed the sword.


    "Poof!" Sure enough, with two regiments of blood bursting out of the scouts'' chest, two more robust tentacles attacked the body of the chief knight. At this time, even though Atticus wants to avoid, he has no way. Seeing that the devil''s attack was about to touch the knight, a sharp hammer decorated with a sharp edge at the top showed a hexagonal shape, and lifted the two tentacles from below! Andrea also hit the iron knight with his left shoulder after finishing this move, and the latter ran away from the devil''s body."Be careful! Your weapon can''t hurt it! " Atticus, who fell to the ground, reminded the angry lion.


    But the angry lion did not panic. He handed the hammer from his left hand to his right hand, and raised his mouth to look at the enemy in front of him. "Is it? I don''t think so. " The arrogant Duke did not see the devil''s power, but his brute force really made the monster hiding in the scouting body afraid of three points. It didn''t expect that there would be people among us who could easily tear their bodies apart, and who could be powerful enough to confront themselves head-on.


    But what about that? The strength of individual cannot cover up the fact that human beings generally have no ability to fight back in front of demons. After realizing this, the evil spirits directly controlled the soldiers'' body to turn around and strode towards the rest of the camp.


    "Stop it! Don''t let soldiers see it! " ''cried Marcus, who rose from the ground. He picked up the scepter and threw it at the devil''s back. The lion''s head of the stick hit it hard on its back, making the monster stagger.


    Andrea knew the time was right. He took the sledgehammer and shifted the target from the soldier''s head to the back of the knee as he shot. "Pour it for me!" With his roar, the heavy edge hammer easily broke the seriously injured knee joint, making the whole human body unable to restrain kneeling down. Unexpectedly, the Scout''s upper body completely ignored the structure of the human body. The whole body twisted over, and the tentacles protruding from the chest directly took the throat of the angry lion!


    "Hey The iron cut from the top to the bottom cut off the two weapons. The iron Knight kicked the scouts on the shoulder and laid them on the ground. This time, nothing can stop Atticus from lifting the blade again.


    "Devil, in the name of Cang lion, go back to your hell!" Flashing the red light of the witch hunting knife, deep into the throat of the corpse, will parasite in the devil a sword through the heart.


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