The blood washed down like rain, and a bloody tin came out of the dragon's stomach.
Brinchov looked at him from behind the stone, surprised and excited.
"The thieves' Union just lacks such talents!"
Ignoring the mess, brinchoff jumped out at once.
"Ha ha, hero, I'm brinchov from rift valley city!"
As soon as perinal cleaned up her flesh and blood, she saw a Brighton man jump in front of her and look at each other's face as if he were flattering.
"Ah, Hello, I'm periner. No matter what you call me, I know you have no malice. At least I've been paying attention to you since just now. Are you looking for me?"
Periner picks up the leaves from the ground and wipes the blood on his body. His proud white armor is his symbol.
Brinchov took off his clothes with eyes and handed them to him. He said sincerely, "please use my clothes!"
There was a pause in periner's movements, and then he began to laugh.
"Ha ha, good! Thank you so much! The descendants of the Yi people, you didn't expect them to be like this
Hearing this, brinchoff couldn't help but blush. The Brighton people were born after the combination of the elves and other races, and the one standing in front of him was the elves butcher pelinnar thousands of years ago.
The name he gave himself, periner, was a bit odd in itself, no matter how many titles he would have later. He's a elvish name, and periner is the bane of elves. It's not ironic.
At that time, scholars said that periner was Shure, lockhan, and the father of all things in tirel. But the elves hated him for it. They think that it is the creation of Shure that makes them far away from the light world of oreel and makes them live, grow, die and die. They wanted to hate Locke Khan as much as they hated his incarnation.
Periner is very firm about this, even when he was young with white hair, and trouble always accompanies him.
Of course, it may be his enemies who named him pelinnar, which is doubtful, because "pelinnar" means "glorious Knight" in elvish language, which is not the case for them.
During his time in Tyrell, others put a lot of titles in front of his name.
He was known as perinal white wing. It's because he's holding the killing light in his left hand. He was known as perinal blood because he drank blood in battle. He was called perinal rebel because he was born with a jihadist face.
He was called perinal victory because when soldiers saw his flag flying in the battlefield, they would thank the eight Holy Spirits.
He is known as the periner reproacher because he will soon reproach those allies whose preferred tactics run counter to his "sword can convince everything" theory.
However, this is just a casual title given by people. What he is most proud of is that he helped the slave queen alexia and her husband, maurihouse, the Heirloom God of ginales, smash the hegemony of the elves and create the sirodil Empire, which is the beginning of the cyprodin Dynasty.
With so many titles, the hero stood in front of him today, and the other side admitted his identity. How could he not be excited?
"Well, Mr. periner, I'm the president of the Rift Valley bandits' Union. Now there's something wrong with our union. Our belief" Twilight lady "has abandoned us. But if we don't have someone with the ability to look after the skeleton key in the twilight grave for us, our union may be destroyed, and my brothers and sisters all depend on it to eat !”
It has to be said that brinchov's request is very unreasonable. He prays for the incarnation of a holy spirit, but asks the other party to do things for Lord DIDRA. It's like asking the king of a country to betroth his queen to himself.
He also knows that he is crazy, but brinchov has no choice. If the thieves' Union is completely broken, those who have enemies with him will come to revenge, and then he will die even worse. And now the most annoyed the hero, he was a sword cut off the head, give yourself a pain, so don't worry about the future.
In this way, in the heart of suffering, brinchov body more and more weak, this can be because of tension.
Fortunately, periner was not a real butcher. He saw the anxiety and worry of the Brighton man. He put down the killing light and pressed it on his shoulder.
Brinchov almost fell on his knees.
Does the other party want to crush their own bones, then turn themselves into meatballs, crush their own flesh and blood, and hate the spot?
"Relax, I don't mean any harm. I just hate elves, but that's the hatred of the previous generation. The white pagoda has been stained with blood, and the featherless one is dead. They can't do it even if they touch the bones again!"
Yes! The other party is a legend. There's no need to be against him. Thinking of this, brinchov's heavy heart was a little better."I don't know what's going on now. After I came here, my memory is still a little incomplete. Can you tell me when it is and what's going on with the Empire and the elves? I feel a kind of malice coming from the direction of summerwood island!"
"This is the fifth era. I'm sorry I'm not very sensitive to time. You know I'm a thief. I only see night and day in my eyes. Then queen alexia's empire is now left to sirodir. Gaoyan and luochui provinces have become independent. The position of the sky is still unclear. The Empire and the storm army are on one side, and... "
"What else?" Periner's tone was kind, and brinchov had already been in a cold sweat.
"Hundreds of years ago, the elves of summerwood defeated the Empire and signed a platinum treaty. Now neither skyline nor silodir are allowed to believe in Shure. What's more, the empire is controlled by the messengers of the elves. "
With that, brinchoff swallowed. He was ready to die.
"Ah! That's really amazing. It turns out that these younger generations are already weak. But I can't do it alone. By the way, I have an idea, young man! "
Brinchov was very modest to respond to a sentence: "you please say!"
"You said that now Tianji province has been split, so I have a plan, that is, I will support your trade union secretly, and then we will take down the whole Tianji province!"
What's to be done with this one more rebel, Joplin!