Chapter 2173

When he was asked, his face suddenly turned blue, which was used to show off. In fact, the consciousness of killing scythe has been sleeping. It fell into an endless abyss with its master at the beginning, along with most of its abilities.

When Salem got it, he didn't wake it up at all, let alone dare to wake it up.

How could Ludwig's weapon be controlled by a small magician? But it's only the remaining power of the sickle of killing, which is enough for him to look down and become the leader of this small group.

Even among all the dark wizards, he is the most famous one. It's not that no one wants to rob the weapon in his hand, but as long as the weapon doesn't leave his hand, he can look up!

But now -

The quivering scythe in his hand tells him that the spirit in scythe is awake! Does that mean the Dark Lord Ludwig is awake?!

God!

Before that, Salem also doubted whether Ludwig still existed. After all, when he fought with the gods, he could not retreat completely under the siege of a group of gods.

But in this way of thinking, he was about to use his weapons to break through the border of the Elven tribe and go to the mysterious place. It is said that there is a tree of life in the territory of elves, and the water of life is the most precious thing. In addition, they have all kinds of rich gem mines. As long as they get there, Salem believes that with the scythe of killing in his hand, they can take a lot of wealth away.

There are also beautiful elves there -

but now, everything has become a fantasy. He constantly makes swallowing movements, his throat rolls up and down, and the sweat drops on his forehead quickly fall from his face.

"The devil, the devil, he is awake!"

"Serene, what are you talking about? Why don't you go on! "

"By the way, how is it possible that the border has been restored? When did the elves have such a powerful man? " After all, the Elven king who was about to become a God was just a legend. Now it's not the beginning. They don't believe that there will be another unique genius in the Elven tribe.

"The devil? Ludwig? Didn't he fall? "

"Wake up? Are you sure, serene? "

Salem's head is about to explode because of the quarrel. The tiger's mouth is too painful. The black weapons like death scythe are still shaking and buzzing. He clenches his teeth. He gets everything by killing scythe. How can he let go now.

But, should not be his thing, no matter how hard, will not become him.

The struggle of the scythe of killing has reached its limit. Suddenly, there is a violent riot. Salem makes a painful roar. His hands are blown open by the living explosion, and his blood is blurry.

"Ah!"

A group of dark magicians around were shocked by this sudden change. In fact, they encountered many dangers along the way, but with the power of the scythe of killing, they still came here safely all the way. No one had an accident.

Salem was the first of them and the man who had previously controlled the scythe of killing.

Looking at seren holding his broken hand and rolling on the ground, he cried out in pain, and then remembered his original boast, which produced a kind of irony.

Everyone just woke up. What are they doing? By the immediate interests of the head, not even life?!

Before, who didn't covet the scythe of killing and wanted to get it?