Warwick the Godfather of Terra

So, I didn't even know how to explain to Texas why I had a naughty werewolf and a new gecko kid.

Therefore, Warwick had no choice but to drag this gecko-like new kid with him, and while confused, he discussed the plan with Wei Laoer and his group, and came to Chernobyl first.

During this period, Homer and White-Faced Owl wanted to take Charmander away more than once.

But Ifrit's resistance shocked Hemer.

There was no choice, the werewolf had to take Ifrit and Ceobe with him.

As for why he brought Ceob along, it was because the werewolf discovered that every time he took this silly dog ​​out, his luck would be good.

Before I met Ceobe, I hadn't unlocked a single mission or obtained a single skin in five years.

But since Xiao Ke came, he has gotten three skins in the past few months just by following Xiao Ke out.

So, the werewolf decided to take Ceobe with him every time he went out.

As we all know, stupid people have good luck, so stupid dogs must have good luck too!

Of course, the werewolf was a little scared at first.

After all, Hemer had told him that Ifrit was not an easy child to get along with. She was a little willful and might cause trouble.

However, when Warwick thought that Ifrit would definitely fight with Ceobe, he unexpectedly found that Charmander and Dog were getting along very well.

Even when they just met, Ifrit would reach out and imitate him to touch Xiaoke's head.

Of course, Ifrit did this because she found that she felt comfortable being close to Ceobe.

But Ceob was not so thoughtful.

As long as you don't hit me, we are all good friends.

So, good friends should help each other and live in unity and harmony.

"Ah, do you want to eat it? Unfortunately there is only one. It's okay, just wait for me to spit it out..."

Hearing Charmander's words, Sheober was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

She really understands the simple truth that good things should be shared!

The silly little dog opened his mouth and a white ball came out of it.

"puff!"

It fell into Ceobe's palm and trembled.

At this time, the werewolf really saw clearly.

This thing is actually a rabbit!

But it’s different from the pure white rabbit that I know.

There is a hint of black on the rabbit's ears, and the fairy's body is surrounded by a circle of black, just like the iron-eating beast's relatives.

Oh wow, what a cute little guy.

In fact, there was always a constant stream of small animals in the werewolf's home in his previous life.

After all, if you have established good relationships with the elderly, you will definitely not be short of such things.

When someone's kittens or puppies give birth, you don't have to ask them directly, they will come to your house and ask if you want them.

Lao Fan had raised many rabbits in his previous life.

But unfortunately, every time the fish just grew up, Lao Lao Fan would roast them, skin them and sell them.

After all, rabbits are just vegetables. They eat a lot and are lazy. They only know how to grow meat, and all of them look the same.

But I have to say, the rabbit ball that Ceobe spit out is quite cute.

The werewolf subconsciously stretched out his hand, intending to touch the little cutie.

Rabbits are common, but it is rare to see a rabbit as big as a ping-pong ball and so cute.

Not to mention, after coming to Terra, I can always see bunny girls, but it is rare to see a real rabbit with all its fur intact. I don't know why.

However, although this little rabbit is cute, for some reason it keeps shaking as if it has Parkinson's disease!

However, at the moment when the werewolf's claws touched the little rabbit's soul ball.

Suddenly, the little rabbit seemed to have found its home. It opened its big eyes that had been closed all the time, shook its chubby body, jumped up like flying, and jumped up along Warwick's claws. It ran along the metal arm at an extremely fast speed to the werewolf's ear, and got directly into the werewolf's ear as if hiding in a grass nest.

Warwick's ears were genetically modified to include bat genes, so they appear large.

The little rabbit, which was only the size of a ping-pong ball, crawled in and didn't take up any space at all.

The werewolf was startled and reached out to dig it out.

But just as he raised his claws and before they reached his ears, the werewolf looked at his sharp claws, sighed, and put them down again.

Forget it, it would be a problem if I get hurt by this thing.

At this moment, Frost Star, who was hiding in the fur of the werewolf's ear, only felt that the intense pain disappeared.

She closed her eyes and lay there falling into a deep sleep.

The little white rabbit was snoring softly.

Only Ifrit looked confused.

What are you playing?

Anti-theft, brothers, refresh the previous picture and watch

sjzjznsisnsoznsoznznsbslslwnsuzbsksiwbsnzosmsbsisnsksnzisnsosnznsjznsjsnwnqkansbsjsnskanzbzjqkqnajzbziwnabzuznskwnsvzisnsksnsbsjzjznsisnsoznsoznzisbslslwnsuzbsksiwbsnzosmsbsisnsksnzisnsosnzns jznsjsnwnqkansbsjsnskanzbzjqkqnajzbziwnabzuznskwnsvzisnsksnsb sjzjznsisnsoznsoznznsbslslwnsuzbsksiwbsnzosmsbsisnsksnzisnsosnznsjznsjsnwnqkansbsjsnskanzbzjqkqnajzbziwnabzuznskwnsvzisnsksnsbsjzjznsisnsoznsoznzisbslslwnsuzbsksiwbsnzosmsbsisnsksnzisnsosnzns jznsjsnwnqkansbsjsnskanzbzjqkqnajzbziwnabzuznskwnsvzisnsksnsb

Chapter 52: Death March

The war in the core city of Chernobyl is not over yet.

The white snow is like tears from heaven, floating down the sky.

It floated on the bloody battlefield, covering both the dead Reunion members and the fallen Ursus soldiers and police.

Snow is selfless.

Snow is also selfish.

It just cared about falling.

Little did he know that it would crush the old man's last heart into powder and blow it away with the howling cold wind.

Patriots rarely feel heartache.

He had only experienced heartache three times in his life.

The first time was when his first wife passed away and he lost his lifelong spouse.

The second time was when his son died and he lost hope for his future.

And today is the third time.

The Patriots already knew what was going on.

The symbol in his clothes, representing his daughter's life, shattered quietly.

Also broken was his heart as a father.

At this moment, the patriot as a human being is dead.

The ones surviving in this world are the man-killing and cannibalistic monsters in the fog!

The Originium breathing device behind the Patriot was running frantically.

He has nothing left.

So, there is nothing to be afraid of!

The blood-red halberd was pulled out from the rocks, and the black and red cyclone gathered on the patriot like a storm. Under the mask, the two scarlet eyes seemed to be dripping tears of blood.

Frost Star was the only warmth in his second half of life.

For this old man who has been accompanied only by pain and sorrow throughout his life, Frost Star is the biggest reason why he stays.

But at this moment, his only warmth was shattered by the howling cold wind and turned into snowflakes all over the sky.

So cold.

It was so cold that his blood could no longer boil.

No...that's not right.

There is one more thing that can be done.

That is... revenge.

The halberd in his hand flashed a scarlet light, and at this moment, the last furious pure-blooded Wendigo let out a hoarse war cry.

This is a tough time for the two interior guards.

The two interior guards played against the Patriots. It can't be said that they were evenly matched, but they were exhausted.

The Patriot's strength was such that during his heyday, one person could tie with three Ursus internal guards.

If you want to take him down, you even need four inside defenders.

With only two people, the interior guards could only hold their own against being defeated by the Patriots, but they were outplayed by the old man the entire time.

The Patriot's movements were not swift, but each move and each stroke was packed with tremendous power and astonishing momentum.

And every time the inner guard chopped with his blade, it would be completely blocked by the patriot's seemingly casual raising of his shield.

Even though his armor was no longer maintained and had become rusty, the two guards, despite trying their best, were unable to break through his defense.

Even though the Inner Guards were infused with demonic power, their fighting style was still primarily human.

The Patriot is hundreds of years old, and during this long period of time, the old man has been fighting for his entire life, and his fighting skills are simply beyond the reach of these new guards.

What's more, the patriot now has nothing to worry about. When he lets go, the oppression he displays is so great that even the inside guards can hardly resist!

But the patriots also know.

It's not easy to kill these two guys.

The demonic fragments on their bodies were all stripped from the demons that the Patriots had defeated personally, so the old man was very clear about the strength of these guys.

Now they can fight me to the death with just the Imperial Fighting Skills.

What's more, they have that kind of thing...

Once we kill them here, that horrible thing will escape and things will be even more serious.

In addition, the Patriot is old after all, and his body has been severely eroded by the Originium.

The Wendigo to which the old man belongs is still a member of the Sarkaz clan after all. His unique adaptability to Originium allows him to wield his halberd and launch attacks even though 40% of his body's structural tissues have turned into Originium.

But under such severe pain, he was able to maintain his offensive, relying on the old man's iron fighting will.

At this moment, the sudden falling snowflakes from the sky and the piercing pain in his chest gave him the power to be angry, but also dealt a heavy blow to his spirit.

Therefore, he did not notice that a red shadow appeared behind the two guards.

That is……

Tallulah!

"call!!!"

The scorching fire waves were just as overwhelming as they were in Chernobyl.

However, just this time, it was blocked.

The Patriot lowered his heavy shield to block the blazing stream of flames.

Even though the interior guards are very tall, they still look like children in front of the Patriots who are over two meters tall.

Not to mention Tallulah, who is only 1.7 meters tall.

Looking at Tallulah standing behind the inner guard with a broadsword across her body, the patriot put down his shield that had been burned by the flames and became hot.

"blacksnake."

The hoarse voice, as always, contained indescribable emotions.