Everyone clenched the sword again.
Everyone desperately wants to get up.
Long live Demacia! ! !
"Long live Demacia …" Rengal chewed these words in the black inflammation and revealed a ferocious mocking smile "stupid human"
He laughed and jumped up in the black inflammation.
He has received the latest instructions in his mind.
Kill Galen …
All enemies are to be continued.
Page 214 Have a good time hunting tonight
Rengar has never opposed killing people.
In fact, in his first few years of hunting, he liked killing people very much.
After killing many people, he has no interest in too weak a human being.
He like to collect valuable heads.
But this does not prevent him from returning to his old job.
For those people who are walking through the darkness wearing black armor and sharp agile weapons, they are barely qualified
Rengar unceremoniously jumped and harvested their heads one by one.
He dived from the top of his head with one claw and was killed with one blow.
Relaxation is like searching for something.
But those assassins who are constantly hunted by black armor seem to be unaware of this situation. Even if their comrades die beside them sometimes, they turn a blind eye to the knife and continue to charge at the man who is still screaming with a big sword.
Is there no light around to see? Or are they really carrying out orders wholeheartedly without other distractions?
Rengal would rather be the latter because it would give them extra points and terrible absolute execution.
Tough, brave and fearful
Or something commendable, which will make Rengar have some interest in this talk about hunting.
But there is also a disadvantage that it will sweep Rengarchen a little.
Because those guys rushed too fast, he was able to speed up. Those guys who rushed too fast are likely to be able to give Galen a knife after a few more steps.
Then we can reverse ourselves and continue to hunt those who are not desperate.
"What is that?" Svein was not slow-witted. He had found him when Rengar slaughtered the second man.
But Rengar’s theory of speed, whether it’s killing speed or moving speed, is too fast for him to stop and watch his hands die.
"Adults seem to be the kind of monsters that Fredred said," said a guy with strange glasses beside Svein, looking at the darkness.
He can see the absolute darkness clearly, which seems to depend on his glasses.
"Do you want to …"
"Leave him alone." Swiin shook his head. He didn’t mean to attack the jumping monster. He held out his hand. "We have a Galen head."
The moment his voice fell, the ordinary crow on his shoulder suddenly called out and rushed into absolute darkness.
Toward.
rengar
Rengar once again penetrated the head of a member of the black armor assassination team. He glanced at the man behind him who was pierced by an arrow and was still yelling.
He didn’t mean to leave.
This is so daunting that Rengar can’t help but once again raise the idea of putting Galen’s head in his hiding room.
But at the same time, he is also very upset. If Galen doesn’t leave, he will keep talking and hunting games here.
That’s too much
He needs to really stimulate the challenge instead of chopping melons and vegetables here.
So he took a head again and shouted in Galen’s direction, "Damn it, aren’t you going to die?"
Galen seems to have heard that he is still in place, inspiring more people to rush out of the fire.
But his soldiers put up with it. They couldn’t stand the death of their great commander in chief in this inexplicable fire.
"General, let’s go. You need quick treatment." A soldier who was inspired by Galen to get up again rushed to Galen’s side, pleading with his back still burning with flames.
"I’m fine." Galen shook his head. He walked with a big sword and his muscles were tense, as if trying to wring the terrible muscle strength of those dark arrows alive.
But those arrows are also terrible, which completely resisted Galen’s power. They are sending out dark light in circles, infecting Galen’s exposed muscles and skin inch by inch like pollution, and destroying Galen’s body together with those who are also eroding black inflammation.
"Damn it," Rengar scolded again. He felt its strength and naturally heard and felt Galen’s bad situation
He really wanted to jump up and take Galen away from the battlefield.
But just as he was about to do so, a little dignified murder surged toward his vest from the darkness.
This murder made Ryan Gaal frowned slightly.
Not afraid
He has never been afraid of anyone in Rengal, even the ghost guy who has controlled him until now.
He wants to kill him.