Super Trick or Treat System

Answer: "You said Kaedsa is leading the demon army south; but we agree with that." "Although lying on such a thing will benefit you a lot." He shrugged. "If you are telling the truth, then\'the helicopter will circle the foothills they entered."

"Then what sound will the pilot's nose make?" Apache asked.

Shrugged again. "Anything. The demons have never risked going too far south; they have good reason to doubt the top of the mountain." His fingers were close to his Talwar's hips, twitching. "Anything that might imply that their party is difficult will make them observe up close-"

"Speaking of fire, there is a lot of smoke?" Gil Lee suggested.

Menlik speaks at his party. Endlessly, two or three men's voices are higher than their peers.

The shaman admitted: "If you move in the right direction, yes." "When do you plan to move?"

"Immediately!"

But they don't have wings, and the Nordic walking they have to do is a difficult journey. Li Huai's "one time" extends into the night, where there are scramble for rocks everywhere, as well as early morning preparations, always threatening that the helicopter may not return to perform its patrol mission. All they got was the assurance that even though either side of the red overlord stayed away from the well-defended base, the flyers did do it.

Buck commented: "It may be relaying messages through walkie-talkies or similar devices."

"They should reach our ship within two days... San Li Badi said thoughtfully: "At most... if they push. If the leaflet was a link in any unit, it would be a help, that would be to destroy it, then the crew would pick it up and turn it back to whatever happened. There. "

Gil Lee muttered. He is investigating the height above the pockets of two Mongolian piling brushes. "There... there..." Apache's chin made three prominent sounds. "If the pilot swoops, our exchange of fire will pull his sword out."

They held a final meeting with them, and then climbed to the high position of choice. The guard sentinel of the mirror flash report said, ,, and are now joining the other three. If and when the trap is closed on a western ship, the news will pass, and the Apache will rush into the enemy's fortress on the grassland. And if they blow up any callers that the helicopter may carry, and his rider will accompany them.

Just as Menlik predicted: The wasps in the wilderness are flying into the hills. Kneeling on the ground, beating steel with flint, lit the fire, they hope this will enable the pilot to accept further investigation.

The brush was caught, and the thick smoke and white smoke first entered the separate puff, and then gathered in the dark pillar, forming a signal that no one can ignore. In Li Bai's hand, the grip of the gun was slippery. He placed the end of the barrel on the rock and tried his best to contain his rising tension.

In order to avoid any caller on the flyer, the person stayed in the valley below the Apache lookout. While hovering with the helicopter, Li Huai saw two men in his cockpit. One man wearing a helmet was the same as he saw in the red hunter a few days ago. The demon army's long-term indisputable control of the Mongolian forces will make them overconfident. Li Huai believes that even if they see an Apache waiting, they will not warn until it is too late.

The bush fire is doing well, and the flyers are heading straight to it. The machine made a hum, which was too high for Apaches to radiate leaves. Then the pilot swept back at low altitude and lifted him a few yards above the smoldering brush, level with the sniper.

Li Huai pressed the button on the barrel, and his goal was the rapidly spinning blade. Momentum kept the helicopter going, but at least one shooter, if not all three, scored. The machine swept through the smoke and cracked.

Is their caller working, bringing Mongols to help the demon army trapped in the sunken ship?

Li Huai watched Menlik walk towards the machine and reached the cracked cockpit cover. But in the shaman's hand it was a bare blade with the sun shining on it. The Mongols squeezed open the spring door and pushed inward with Turva. His triumphal sound was as unscrupulous as a wolf.

More Mongols were overwhelmed...Huragur...a woman...focused on the helicopter. This time, the spear penetrated the inside of the broken leaflet. The money from long-term slavery is being withdrawn.

The Apache fell from a height, waiting to leave the wild. Haragu dragged out from the body of the helmeted man. The Mongols were taking off his equipment, smashing them with stones, and still crying. But the shaman walked towards the dying dirt fire and met the Apaches.

He was smiling, his upper lip bent into a curve, suggesting Xuehu's victory cry. He saluted him with one hand.

"There are two people who won't be trapped anymore! We now believe you, and Andas, your comrades in arms, when you say you can stand on their fortress, nothing can be done!"

Herragul appeared behind the shaman, the modern automatic device in his hands. He threw the weapon into the air, grabbed it again, and said with a smile-denying something in his own words.

"We took two fangs from the snake," Menlik translated. "These weapons may not be as dangerous as yours, but they can bite deeper, faster, and harder than our arrows."

It took a long time for the Mongols to deprive the helicopter and the demon army of the ability to use them, and deliberately destroyed all other equipment that survived the wreckage. They have completed an important move: the connection between the Southbound Expedition and the Red Headquarters if this is the role played by the helicopter has now disappeared. The "eyes" that were active in the open areas of the plain no longer exist. The attacking party may know that they only control Mongolian scouts to monitor, so they can attack ships near the red settlements. Infiltrating enemy territory under these conditions is an ancient game that Apaches have played for centuries.

When they waited for the signal from the mountain, they established a camp and sent a Mongolian to mobilize the rest of the criminals and all the extra mounts. Menlik transported part of the jerky to the Apaches, which had been transported by tribal means-softened under a saddle for consumption.

He told them: "We will never lose our temper in a dark hole like rats or city people." "This time we ride a bike, we will account for the people there-fine!"

Li Badi pointed out: "They have other controllers."

Report back: "And what you have is the answer to all their machines."

Buck warned: "If possible, they will send us against their own people."

Menlikra lifted his upper lip. "This is also true. But now they don't have eyes in the air, because there are many men absent and they won't patrol the camp too far. I tell you, and, with your weapons, a man can rule the world!"

Li Badi looked at him bleakly. "That's why they are taboo!"

"Tab?" Menric repeated. "In what way are these items prohibited? Do you not carry them publicly and use them at will? Are they not weapons of the people of your own country?"

Li Badi shook his head. "These are the weapons of the dead, if we can give them a name. These were taken from the graves of the interstellar race with topaz. At that time, our world was just a hunting ground for wild beasts. They wore wild beasts. Skin and kill mammoths. With stone spears. They were cursed from the grave. This is the curse we put on ourselves when we use them."

There was a strange light in the shaman's eyes. Before the red conditioner made him return to the tribe shaman, Li Huai didn't know who or what Menlik was. He may have been a technician or a scientist, and deep down in his heart, the remnants of this training may now eliminate the wonderful superstition Li Huai said.

However, the Apache told the exact fact in another way. These weapons have curses, and every knowledge collected in the warehouse of that tower has. As Menlik has already pointed out, the curse is power, the power to control the topaz, and then the power to return through the stars.

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