The Unscapped World!

The familiar darkness is the world of nothingness of the King of the Caucasus.

Guided by the three hundred descendants and the first hand, the battle mage finally communicated to the nihilistic realm of the King of the Caucasus.

White bone altar, blood bubbles churned, the figure in the world of nothingness more and more clear.

I could see Roland’s face clearly.

A moment of struggle, a moment of calm and peace, like a wise man, the struggle is full of greed, calm seems to have control everything.

The two temperaments are constantly rotating, and each breath is overbearing.

The slave of the Divine level has long been more and less, leaving only the instinct to struggle.

The essence of the blood is being extracted, the soul is torn, and even the most precious faith is being squeezed.

The twelve totems above the white-bone altar were as if they had been wiped by a maid and were light and clear.

Li tremors again disturbed the sacrifice, the battle mage has let him completely get rid of the emerald trial, no matter how bloody this sacrifice, at least Roland than the big gambling house, to be close.

They have the same fate and struggle on this continent.

Li tremor does not care who is in Roland's soul, the mysterious strong or the king of the Caucasus, it is not bad for him.

For this sacrifice, he was just a passer-by.

The stone skin on Jie's body began to fall off, and there was no longer any emotion on the face, and the totem on the twelve bone pillars, instinctively absorbed blood.

“Come on, sacrifice!”The old sacrifice, which had always been quiet, suddenly cried out loudly.

The battle mage around the wooden cage quickly pulled out the knife, and the pieces of blood on the slaves of the divine stage were removed, exactly like a cook in a fish, one by one, and held in the palm of his hand.

Hip!

Pinch directly as powder and respectfully handed to the blood pool.

Each combat mage is completely trained and moves exactly the same.

Hmm!Hmm!

After the flesh and blood are injected, the blood pool is boiling more and more powerful, and the supported bubbles have a layer of blood ripples.

Roland's image became clearer.

“The boss!”Hein did not leave, he always felt that these savages were not simple.

“Wait quietly.”Everything will come out of the result, since it is impossible to intervene, it is better to be honest as a passer-by, anyway, he is not afraid of anything.

“Soul, hurry up!”The old fighter shouted in a hurry.

The battle mage next to the wooden cage pulled out a wooden hook and gently slipped over the head of the god-step slave, as if it really did tick their souls out.

The statue of Nolan on the top floor also lives, and the MP who once ruled Smyth City is no longer arrogant.

The wings are still desperately instigating, but they are bound by the altar.

The battle mage hung a slender wooden hook on the edge of the altar, and the fierce man heard a loud hissing sound in the altar, and Nolan's mouth was constantly chewing, as if he were really tasting the soul.

In front of the altar, the protruding Matt was also slowly freed from the petrification, and a vague country appeared on his head, and there seemed to be a god swimming in the kingdom.

These gods are clearer than before.

The old battle mage opened his mouth and cried, but there was no sound, and as the shouts continued, the gods of the kingdom, slave-like drove to the center of the altar.

Matt, Nolan, J, and the three were revived, and the white bone altar also buzzed and shook.

Hmm!

The blood bubbles suddenly burst, the blood faded instantly, pure and transparent.

Li tremors had never seen such an ancient summoning ceremony, and could vaguely see the craftsmanship of the Third Dynasty.

But this ancient and obscure sacrificial spell was never seen in Isengard.

Li’s tremors kept lingering in his eyes, and he wanted to remember every detail of the old fighting mage as much as possible.

This unique sacrifice, for Li tremor, was completely watching the unusual costume performance.

Li tremor caused the sea to retreat, and he vaguely felt that the next sacrifice would be extremely bloody, and even let Ivy pull up the curtains of the whale tavern, and even the eaters who were on the alert on the periphery temporarily returned to the Emerald Palace.

In addition to those sacrifices and combat mages, only Li tremor was left.

During this period, Li trembling returned to a whale tavern, ordered a black pepper steak, gold roast crab, drank a knife wine, and the entire Emerald Ridge completely entered the desert state.

The sacrifice began.

Li tremors are like an audience, quietly watching this gorgeous performance.

The battle mage's little wooden knife opened the neck of the Caucasian descendants, this group of noble women, blood red like red wine for more than a decade, with a little intoxicating.

The sacrifice does not waste a little blood, and each combat mage carefully places the blood in a wooden cup, a cup, and places it in front of the altar.

The blood made Lee tremble a little excited, and he wondered if he might have the blood of a vampire, but more excited was the screams of the noble women who fought to death.

It seems that with this kind of screaming, the performance is perfect.

The knife will be relentlessly strung across the delicate neck, after letting go of the blood, leaving only a faeces like feces.

Li tremor looked at the corpses of women under the luxurious robes, perhaps dealing with the corpses too much, without any mood swings, this bloody smell mixed in the screams, touching the heart of Li tremor.

Three hundred!

Three hundred women fell into his territory.

The spring breeze passed, and the cold gave Li tremor a trembling.

Hmm!

It's broken!

The transparent blood bubble was completely broken.

Hmmm!

A figure that fell straight into the pool of blood.

Gollum, as if a man who could not swim drowned, desperately drinking the blood in the pool of blood.

Blood, instantly faded.

“Life is beautiful!”Roland stood up from the pool of blood, looked at his body with an aftertaste, swept over the body of the battle mage, and finally fell on Li tremor.

Slowly ascending the bone steps below the pool of blood, as if a real monarch had recovered, fingers plucked with slender black hair, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath, "The wasteland is still so boring!"

When Liu fell to the ground, he became a water bead with no color.

Roland!

The King of the Caucasus is back!

Hmmm!

When Roland stepped across the edge of the altar, suddenly a yellow light appeared, and a layer of cross net appeared in the yellow light.

The old battle mage skillfully pulled out the wooden knife, crawling in front of the Caucasus hand, dripping full of blood into the hand, and the words on the hand rushed into the entire yellow shield like a tadve.

Runes continue to evolve and become a subtle fragment.

Car water malon, steel box, neon cross, school, running, Jinshan Temple...

All kinds of memory fragments filled the whole shield, there was laughter, there was crying, there was a sound of reading, there were whispers, in countless sounds, a baby's cry was the most conspicuous.

Roland in the middle of the blood pool suddenly appeared a babbling expression on his face, emitting a strange rune, as if to crush this beige memory.

In the moment that can be displayed in the runes, the twelve-sided bone beast on the altar of the white bone is completely alive and becomes a shadow into Roland's body.

Ah!

A scream, the memory in the shield is like an ant, drilling into Roland's body.

The baboon disappeared, in front of the pool of blood, and there was only a quiet young man, as if he had just stepped out of the university door, and his eyes were mixed with a young man.

He looked at his palms and put on a quiet smile.

“It feels good to be back!”Just the words, repeated, instant, violent breath, swept the entire Emerald Ridge, the whole wasteland, and even the entire Isengard continent.

It was as if he, Roland, the king of the Caucasus, was truly back.

“The King!”All the battle mages knelt on the ground, and the tears fell without dying.

Roland straightened his yellow shield, and there was no obstacle, and he lifted up the old battle mage, "Old man, hard for you."

"It's been thirty years, my lord, and you're finally back."The old battle mage wiped the tears of the forehead, turned to all the battle mages and said, "Our king, the Caucasus, is back."

“Caucasus is back!”All the savages were like children, waving their arms, franticly celebrating.

On the Emerald Ridge, suddenly became a sea of joy, Roland, like an emperor, was surrounded by the barbarians in the middle.

Cheers, laughs, and boils.

But every window of the whale tavern hung thick curtains, the gate of the Emerald Palace was tightly closed, and this territory seemed completely separated from this joy.