Chapter 281

What happened between Zhenxi and the gloomy man was just a trivial matter in the whole battlefield.

There were nearly a hundred Warcraft apostles on the ship, but only about 20 are still fighting.

Others were either killed at the beginning, or they were not qualified to participate. Like gloomy men, they were reluctant to do logistics.

Silent speech silently looked at the scene in front of her, but her doubts were getting deeper and deeper.

According to his understanding, the Legendary Super ancient baokemeng like gaioka should sleep in the deep sea, and there has never been a record of actively attacking ships.

Moreover, these Warcraft apostles rushed to fight without saying a word after encountering gaioka, as if they had long determined that gaioka would not let them go.

Is the relationship between elves and humans so bad in this era?

The one-sided battle continues, and even silent words can't bear to see it.

Such a meaningless struggle will cast a shadow on everyone's heart when every Warcraft apostle falls.

"Wait, why isn't the painter here?"

Silent words scanned the ice and did not find Zhenxi's boyfriend.

And Tutu dogs can only do logistics support on the ice like Zhenxi and them at this time.

Go find him!

Silent words leave the battlefield and run directly to the cabin. There is no suspense in today's battle. Losing is a matter of time.

And silent words have made it clear that everything that happened here is just an image record a long time ago. He can't change the fate of anyone in it.

So compared with this, finding a way to leave is the only thing he can do.

Suddenly, a huge red and blue figure suddenly fell on the deck.

Silent speech turned around and looked at the violent flying dragon whose wings had been broken, with more air and less air. He couldn't help being eager.

One of the two strongest Warcraft apostles has fallen, and the other naturally can't stand it for long.

But just then, the red haired uncle on the fast dragon's back suddenly made an enlightening sound, not a roar, but more like a prayer and mantra.

"Lord Dragon God, supported by our family, I take the life of the head of the contemporary Royal Dragon family as a sacrifice and call on you... Please stop this war..."

In the sky, the presumptuous gaioka rarely stopped his action and looked coldly at the red haired man, as if waiting for something.

On the other hand, the red haired uncle and the fast dragon under him began to release Lavender dragon energy, which flowed rapidly between one person and one dragon. After fusion, it was inexplicably transmitted to unknown places.

"Buzz ~"

Suddenly, not far from the fast dragon, a space crack appeared directly in the sky, in which a pink world was vaguely seen, and thunder flickered from time to time.

Then, an elf with a light pink body but full of purple stripes came straight out of the air.

Palochia!

Another super ancient treasure can dream, and it is also the God of time who clearly controls time.

Now, he was summoned by the red haired uncle.

Mo Yan looks at the red haired man with bleeding eyes, ears, mouth and nose. When the other party talks about the Yulong family, Mo Yan knows that he should be Du's ancestor.

But the Royal Dragon family can summon super ancient baokemeng to help fight. This ability is too terrible!

The people who survived for the time being looked at the new palucci, and there was hope of life on their faces. Looking at palucci's eyes, they seemed to see the Savior.

But why paluccia?

Shouldn't it be the sky dragon split empty seat closer?

And nominally, gaioka is under the jurisdiction of cleft space. If cleft space comes, it should be more effective.

While silent's brain was thinking rapidly, gaioka had fought with paluccia.

Two super ancient baokemeng have no restraint in attributes, and their strength is also equal.

Destruction of the dead light, Blizzard, sub air splitting, root cause fluctuation

The powerful skills and exclusive skills are used by two super ancient Baoke dreams without stagnation. The negative effects of using skills seem to be nothing to them.

Fight, Dodge, repel, counterattack!

Gaioka and paluccia vied with each other. No one spared anyone. They fought harder and harder in the air.

"Roar!"

Finally, gaioka was accidentally hit by palucchia's Yakong crack, and a huge and ferocious scar appeared on his back.

The bright red blood floated on the ice, and the huge hot energy in the blood rustled the ice.

Some of the Warcraft apostles who were not afraid of death secretly took out their utensils and tried to collect some of gaiorca's blood.

But when they touched the blood, blue blisters appeared on their bodies.

Soon, blisters covered the whole body and expanded rapidly. They exploded directly in everyone's frightened eyes.

Boom! Boom! Bang

These Warcraft apostles turned directly into a pool of blood, and they couldn't even see a bone.

People nearby ran away in fear, and then all the Warcraft apostles followed them back to the ship deck.

After palucchia arrived, even the Warcraft apostles who had dealt with gaiorca in the air could not participate in the war.

The lives of the whole ship are now pinned on palochia summoned by Uncle Yulong's family.

As for the uncle of Yulong family, now he can only lie on the back of the fast dragon and pay bloodless attention to the battle in the air.

Whether victory or defeat, palucci left when he lost his life.

On the other hand, after being surprised by palucchia's arrival, Mo Yan did not hesitate to turn around and continue to run inside the cabin.

After shuttling through countless walls, Mo Yan came to the painter's room as quickly as possible.

And Zhenxi's boyfriend was still drawing and mumbling to himself.

"Almost finished... Almost finished... I really hope you don't die. You haven't seen the painting I painted for you..."

"Tutu dog, the blue I want is the pure blue of the sea! Not this one! Not this! "

Suddenly, the painter pushed away the Tutu dog who was coloring for him, threw the brush stained with the wrong pigment away, trembled his hands, took out a new brush and began to color himself.

"Not this... Not this... The color of the sea... The color of the sea!"

"What is the color of the pure sea... What is it... Wuwuwuwuwuwu..."

The painter adjusted several different blues, but none of them seemed satisfied.

The painter finally fell to his knees and cried like a collapse.

Tutu stood aside, his painted tail falling to the ground.

The look in his eyes was full of disappointment, hatred and heartache.

Tutu looked up at the ceiling and went through it. There were countless Warcraft apostles fighting to protect their companions, but he could only stand here cowardly.

Mo Yan turns his attention to the painting. The painting and the memory in Mo Yan's heart have coincided 100%.