Mage Joan

"Human, you listen!"

"The duel rules are very simple, no matter what method you use, as long as you can escape the killing of Gudra and step into the realm of the spa town, even if you win."

"Of course, if you are a true warrior, you can also give up running and try to defeat the Gudra in a head-on duel."

"If you can do it, I won't hurt you even if you kill Jadra in a fight, I promise to let you go home alive."

"Human, do you understand?"

"Ming...Understood!"

Little Donald answered almost in tears.

He thought he had paid the peach blossoms, but he turned into bad luck in a blink of an eye, and fell into a field forced to duel with a monster.

"You just understand!"

Elder Chemodo raised his bone stick and slammed the ground, announcing loudly: "The duel begins!"

Donald Jr. recovered from his trance, daring not to look at the terrifying opponent opposite him, dragging his spear, turning his head toward the direction of Zhenkou.

Gudela snorted contemptuously, carrying the heavy-duty mace, leaping forward with his hind legs, flying out ten yards, and catching up with Donald Jr. within two minutes.

Hearing the wind breaking and roaring behind him, Donald Jr. looked back hurriedly, and saw a huge shadow glide through the sky like a meteorite hitting his head.

He was so scared that he fled and hurried to avoid.

boom!

Gudela's heavy body hit the place where Donald Jr. had just stood, shaking the ground and shaking, and the agitated muddy water splashed his face.

Anyway, Donald Jr. is still young and strong. He spent two years in the military barracks. He bought a captain rank and spent some money on fighting skills.

At this time he had realized that he could run as fast as he could, but that monster, who was flying like a leap, simply turned his heart across, gripped his spear tightly, and struggling to pierce his bulging belly.

Gandra pulled out a wide slap, firmly grasping the spear coming from the front, and at the same time raised the mace in his right hand and slammed it into Donald Jr.'s head.

At this critical moment, Donald Jr. made a correct decision. Without thinking about it, he abandoned his spear, and in a very embarrassed way, barely avoided the mace that fell down.

Boom!

Gadela fell into the air, and the mace fell deep into the mud, unable to pull it out for a while.

Seeing this scene, Donald Jr. froze for a moment, then suddenly recovered, fumbled around his waist, and finally pulled out the dagger he carried.

Taking advantage of his opponent's timeless attack, he held the knife in both hands, screamed and rushed towards Gudra, slashing into the chest of the marshman.

puff!

The dagger pierced the gap of the leather armor panel and penetrated into Gudra's flesh. However, he cut a shallow wound tightly and was bounced away by the smooth and tough skin.

"Good! This is enough!"

Gudella was injured, but instead became more excited. At first, Donald Jr. with a stunned face grinned and the submandibular bladder suddenly swelled, and then a roar with fear magic was made.

The billowing sounds were filled with rich negative energy, and spewed out from Gudela's wide mouth.

Donald Jr. flew upside down with sound waves, and fell to the ground with blood. The only remaining fighting spirit was crushed by the great fear of intruding into his heart. He dropped the dagger in his hand, and he only wanted to escape.

Gudela grinned his mouth wide, and his dexterous tongue fell slowly from his mouth like a small red snake, licked the blood stains from his belly, and then retracted his tongue back into his mouth, sucking his mouth.

The **** smell lingering on the tip of the tongue aroused his fierceness, and a pair of swollen eyes stared at Little Donald's faltering back, shining with excitement.

Gudela grabbed the spear and chased it without any hassle.

Behind him, Elder Chemodo raised his bone stick and signaled the two "wetland knights" to follow up to monitor the nephew's prey to avoid accidents.

The two knights rode on the giant toad and followed the footsteps of Gudra from the left and right sides.

Elder Gemodo was still a little uneasy. After a little thought, he mounted his giant toad and led the remaining eight knights.

With the jumping pace of Gudela, in fact, it is easy to catch up with the panicked Donald Jr.

However, tonight is still very long. The young Marsh Toad aristocracy was not in a hurry to complete this trial, and hung behind his prey not far away.

Donald Jr. accelerated his pace, he also stepped up to track, and when the other party was tired and stopped, holding the eucalyptus beside the water to gasp, he also slowed down.

Jadella teased his prey in a "cat-and-mouse" way, constantly putting pressure on the other party, but not eager to kill him, leaving him always in a state of mental tension and struggling on the verge of death.

Gadela is in full control of the fate of his prey. At this moment, he feels as if he has become the incarnation of death, and has great fun from this hunting game that has been destined to end in advance.

Little Donald stopped and stopped, gradually away from the wetland, approaching the suburbs of Hot Springs.

The brightly lit hotel seemed to be in front of us, and the orchestral music blowing in the wind aroused the hope of Donald Jr.'s survival. As long as he persisted, he would reach the end of this death race...

However, hope is like a beautiful soap bubble, and it bursts to the limit and then quietly breaks.

Suddenly a long rope of flew flew behind him, wrapped around Donald Jr.'s ankle, tipped him to the ground, and dragged him back.

The same happened again, and Donald Jr. uttered a desperate cry. Fear and exhaustion drained his physical strength and courage. He was unable to struggle. He closed his eyes and died.

Gudela dragged his prey with his tongue, and at the same time raised his obsidian spear high, intending to make a final fatal blow to test his adulthood and draw a perfect stop.

At this moment, a rustling sound came from the grass beside him, and a tall and robust hound came out suddenly, and the dark fur almost merged with the night.

Before the Della came back, the hound had rushed to Donald Jr., biting the tongue that was entangled in his ankle.

Gudella's eyes were straight, and the pain from his tongue almost made him faint on the spot. His wrists flicked, his spear lost his head, and he stuck his head against Donald's head.

This sudden change made Gadera startled and angry, holding on to the painful tearing of his tongue, waving his spear, trying to kill the one who jumped out of nowhere, biting his tongue without spitting Evil dog.

There was a gunshot suddenly in the night sky.

Gudela's right arm sounded with blood, and his spear fell off his hand.

Ted Pinkerton followed the police dog Carl out of the bushes, his wrists trembling, and the cane in his palm flashed a magical aura, instantly turning into a slender, sharp sword.

The detective rushed to Godra and struck deep into the swelling belly of the marsh toad.

Facing this enchanted blade, the marsh toad's inlaid leather armor, like a fragile piece of paper, was vulnerable.

Gudella's body trembles in the sword moment, like a deflated ball, and collapses to the ground.

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