Chapter 1787

Helys walked out.

But she had a head in her hand.

When they saw her coming out of the valley of death, they all gave way.

"In principle, we don't object to your killing, helris, but we can't tolerate the birth of a change of attitude, throw away this head, we are still our own people." Said West.

"I'm not a pervert..." "I just want what's in his head," she said

"Well, can you find something to hold next time you hold your head?"

"I don't have anything to wrap. My clothes are expensive. I don't want to wrap this disgusting head." Said Hess.

"Find something that can be wrapped by yourself. By the way, how long will it take you to extract something from this head? Can it be done locally in Norway? Or do we need to go back to the country? "

"It takes a long time."

"Well, I guess I need to find a way to get this head back to our house."

Helys looked at the scene. "Did I miss anything?"

Magri Modric saw the head.

He knew reblick. He was the one who tried to bring him into the flame religion.

Of course, in the end, he handed over riblik to the organizations himself.

So he remembers very clearly, even after many years.

That crazy, changing, full of evil terror madman.

That's a madman who can't be beat.

Magri Modric remembers very, very well, libric!

But they met again today, and in this way.

There's only one head left in ribrick.

The face of that head is also full of shock and consternation.

How could this happen? Who is the girl in black?

How could she kill ribrick?

How could that terror maniac be killed by a young girl?

"Heiris, don't rob me. I want to live with the tyrant West, you're ready. He's going back to headquarters Said Jolin Nash.

"Which is tyrant?" "Which one?" asked helys curiously? Isn't it great? At least one tenth of the president must be strong enough to call it that name. "

"That's the guy." "But now the nickname belongs to me. He has a magic. I like it very much."

Maggie modridge suddenly felt a little cold.

He came into contact with Hess's eyes.

He found that Hess was a little interested in him.

This young girl just killed libric.

Magri Modric doesn't feel like he can compete with riblik.

Not to mention being able to fight the people who killed riblik.

This is a real level of rolling.

"Well, well, I won't do it." Helys shrugged.

In fact, her magic hasn't been restored yet.

She used the abyssal demons in the fight with libric just now.

Now it can't be said that it's totally ineffective.

But there must be no peak.

She was also satisfied with the battle in the valley of death.

So for the time being, she doesn't want to do it.

Moreover, these enemies are really too weak compared with riblik.

Several of them didn't do it.

Two thirds have been cleaned up.

There are only a third left now.

No one, including Magri Modric, thought of it.

These Americans are so strong.

"Run away..." I don't know who shouted.

However, they could not escape the beast that ate people.

Baimianguiche likes this game of chasing fish and escaping.

Except for one guy who needs to supervise the white faced ghost, everyone else stays in place.

Jolin Nash looked at magari Modric with a smile on his face.

"You see, give me that magic and I'll let you go."

Magri Modric was pale.

But Delin's face was paler.

Because he suddenly realized his mistake.

He misjudged the Yankees.

These Americans didn't see their real moves all the way.

But that doesn't mean they don't have the strength.

The key point is that he is a betrayer.

More hateful than the enemy is the Betrayer.

For example, in Germany after World War II, ordinary soldiers will not go to military courts.

Because they are just manipulated pieces.Only those generals and leaders went to court.

And the betrayers.

Magri Modric's eyes twinkled and he was looking for a break.

The only thing he's thankful for now is that he's in the element fire system. He doesn't commit risks alone, doesn't go deep into the other side's front line, and always stands on the periphery.

So he's thinking, if you turn around and run now.

Is there a chance.

"Do you want to escape?" Jolin Nash has too much combat experience.

Looking at magari Modric's eyes, Jolin Nash guessed his intention.

Maggie modridge is angry, damned little girl.

How can I be so intuitive.

"Dharma protector We Let's surrender. ' Nalev was desperate.

Is this still the psychic from the magic desert?

It's like the national football team suddenly ran to the Champions League and then abused a great team.

It wasn't a win, it was a 10-0 kick.

The result is so absurd, so unacceptable.

"Too few people, not enough points at all." Moid complained.

In fact, he can deal with most of his enemies by himself.

Magri Modric gnawed his teeth and cried, "I demand a fair duel with you. If I win, I demand corresponding rights."

Everyone looked at Magri Modric and was surprised by his choice.

Still surprised at his courage.

As a matter of fact, Magri Modric is just fighting.

He didn't think he could escape.

He was not good at speed. If he wanted to escape the forest and the strong people in front of him, he would rely on his own feet.

It's totally out of the question.

That's why he came up with this wonderful request.

"What if you lose?" Asked Jolin Nash.

"Then I will accept to be your prisoner."

"Falk, you are a prisoner now." 'she's not a lady,' she scolded.

If she is a lady, she will not want to get the nickname of tyrant because she thinks it has momentum.

"If you lose, surrender the magic." "How is it?" said Jolin Nash

"Not so much." Magri modridge knew that magic was his life saving capital. If it was handed over, it would be completely reduced to a lamb on the other side's chopping board.