Chapter 29: He can't run away

The cold feeling was very uncomfortable, and the weird man's hands were almost without a trace of heat, like a cold-blooded reptile.

"Dear Elf Miss, I'm going to kill you."

Like a gentle lover, the strange man leaned over and stretched out his scarlet tongue like a snake, licking Maveer's cheek gently and greedily.

"Beautiful girl, I won't let you die too quickly. You will be the first elf I killed, and I will definitely enjoy it slowly..."

A gentle whisper, a gentle tone, but saying such cold words in such a gentle tone as a lingering love words can only make your heart colder...

"Come on, let me enjoy it."

The sharp metal claws gently pressed against the grassland elf's chest, which was gradually beginning to cool down.

Feeling the sharp and cold chest, Maeve sighed quietly. In fact, this strange man called the grassland elf "girl". The elf maintained the same appearance from life to death. In fact, Maeveer was almost two hundred years old.

"I didn't expect that I would die like this."

Although she couldn't speak, Maverick knew very well in her heart. It seemed that her deadline was probably coming to this day. She had lived for almost two hundred years and had taken everything lightly.

"Seres, it seems I'm leaving before you, I'm sorry."

In her heart, she apologized to her beloved husband silently. The grassland elves closed her eyes calmly. Even if she could speak, she would not beg for her to beg for her life. People thought that only the forest elves would be so arrogant that they were almost inhumane, but the grassland elves were also elves, and a heart that would never surrender was still beating in her petite body.

"Gugugu, stubborn lady."

The strange man saw that he was not as panic as he had imagined, not only was he not disappointed, but his two turbid eyes also added more excitement to his eyes.

"Gugugugu... It turns out to be as I thought..."

The sharp metal claws began to exert force slowly, and the bright red blood drew a dazzling red line on the round and plump chest...

"...Beautiful girls really need blood embellishment to be more beautiful..."

"Swoosh--"

With a sharp sound of breaking the wind, a black shadow suddenly shot out from the grass on one side like a thunder. The strange man was not prepared for the black shadow to hit his wrist without any precaution. With a crisp "click", it seemed that something had broken. In a shock, he didn't care to continue to "enjoy", and jumped backward like a wild wolf that had been hit by a ***...

"call--"

At the same moment when his feet left the ground, a spear with a cold light flew out of the grass in the same direction, chasing his jumping figure and roaring in his chest.

"Yi Xihhahahahahahahaha~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"

The strange man, who was in mid-air, had nowhere to leverage his power, faced the aggressive spear, but once again let out the unique crazy laughter. The other parts of his body did not move at all, and his skinny chest turned strangely ninety degrees, and at the critical moment, letting the spear fly over his chest!

"Die!"

With a hoarse shout, another vague black shadow shot out from the grass like lightning, and hit hard beyond the strange man's face. The black shadow with the strong wind could only vaguely see a thin line in the air, and in the blink of an eye it arrived in front of the strange man.

“Guhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhu~~~”

As if there was no spine, the strange man's head suddenly leaned back, his neck folded into a flat corner, and the front looked like a headless one, and the blurry black shadow lost its target...

"Smack sex..."

The crisp sound of ejection sounded continuously, and the shadows were one after another... No, it should be some kind of black projectile, and the projectiles shot towards the various vital parts of the strange man with extremely accurate accuracy, but...

"Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Useless! Heehhhhhhhhhh~~~~"

The strange man started to fight like a snoring, and it looked like a straw rope that was thrown around. However, this funny scene did not make people laugh. None of the projectiles that were originally extremely accurate could accurately hit the target.

It seemed that this attack did not work for this guy. The black projectile like raindrops also stopped and walked out of the grass, one tall and one short.

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Maver's last attack made such a big noise, and could be seen a mile away. How could Bardo, who was not far away, not noticed the master and servant?

One is a petite and cute grassland elf with a reputation, and the other is a weird man who feels like "this person is so disgusting". Normal people can tell who they should help at first glance, right? Not to mention Maverick's typical Ranger-style outfit.

"St. Ostan's Free Guardian Knight-Baldoren Selein."

Bardo even drew his long sword and confronted the strange man from afar. His vigilant gaze under the solid mask stared at the opponent's every move. Although the enemy had been forced back for a long distance by him, the disapproval attitude he showed always reminded him that this was not an easy opponent.

"The man in front of you, report your name!"

Behind the young guardian knight, the short stature follower Daramensa also looked solemn. His face was still a little pale at this moment. If you look closely, you could see drops of sweat falling down your dark forehead. However, the dark slingshot in his hand was ready to go. Although the previous round of blows made him realize that he could not cause any harm to the enemy at all, it would be enough as long as the opponent was able to be cautious.

"Um Gu Yihehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe~~"

The strange man didn't know what wind was smoking, but he just turned around on one foot while laughing wildly. After a while, he turned from a straw rope to a gyro...

“…”

Bardo Lian took the time to turn around and handed Maveer a look of peace of mind, but immediately turned around with a red face. The petite grassland elf was dressed as a Ranger. In addition to being a simple leather armor, it was a short-sized cloth suit. The leather armor could be invalidated, and the top was also slid down from the neckline by sharp metal claws, like a short-sleeved shirt with a very low neckline. The two round, snow-white and smooth and tender were squeezed out from the neckline. That was really white! The white and thorny eyes were a little too open, and they were rippling up and down with their breathing softly like pudding. Of course, I didn't dare to look at this. This was just for a innocent little boy like Bardo Lian. If he was a hungry ghost in his lust, he might have been drooling and unwilling to move his eyes away...

Although they are petite, the grassland elves are elves after all. In terms of body lines, there are really not many human beauties that can match them.

"Um Gugugugugugugugugu~~Yehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe

The harsh laughter made him calm again, and the madman gradually stopped rotating, slightly bent his knees and tiptoed half a step behind his left heel, spread his left hand, and turned his right hand twice over his head and bowed to him.

Although he did these movements very standard and formally, he didn't know why he felt cold...

"Barzaromu, Barzaromu Herod said hello to the noble Knight."

The transformation from a madman to a polite gentleman is so fast that it is like not being alone at all.

"Who are you?"

"Who am I?"

This ordinary question made the strange man who claimed to be Barcelona stunned, and then a confused look appeared between his eyebrows.

"Who am I? Who am I? Who am I? Who am I?..."

It was like talking to oneself, or it seemed like asking Bardoren for answers.

"I am Barcelona, ​​and I am Barcelona Herod."

Bardo even had a black line on his head - didn't this be said before?

"I am Barcelonaromu...I am Barcelonaromu...I am Barcelonaromu..."

Barcelona Romu ignored Bardoren's reaction, but he lowered his head and kept talking to himself in circles.

"By the way! I am Barcelona!"

Just when Bardo was almost dizzy even when he turned, he suddenly seemed to remember something and suddenly raised his head and stared at the others. A terrifying light flashed in his two muddy eyes.

“…………”

Bardo even suddenly felt something was wrong, but before he could figure out what was wrong, he felt his body stiffen...

"Yehehhahahahahahaha~~ You looked, you looked, you looked, you looked in my eyes, you looked in Barcelona's eyes!"

The strange man jumped high and danced in the air like a gagging wind.

"So happy, so happy, killing heresy is indeed the happiest thing in the world! Ah~~ Great, omnipotent Supreme God! Thank you for giving me supreme happiness!"

It seemed that something was bound, and Bardolian and Dalamensa stood still and could not move. From their astonished eyes, it could be seen that the shock that such a situation gave them was beyond measure.

Unexpectedly, I had to think of the other party’s words with just one meeting! What kind of ability is this? It’s so weird!

"Yi Xihahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

The weird man danced the funny dance steps again and circled around the three of them.

"Of course the most delicious thing must be left for the end."

He licked his lips very disgustedly. When the weird man stopped, the sharp metal claws put on his fingers had already been buckled on the pale-faced Dalamensa's head.

"Drink~~~"

Bardolian, who had been stimulated by the veins, miraculously moved again at this time. He struggled violently, as if he had broken the rope bound to his body, and turned his body and made a sword!

“Huh?”

Barcelona Romu was shocked by this sudden change. He never expected that someone could break free from his confinement! This is so possible? That's...

Because it was too unexpected, he actually stared at the sharp sword slashing his neck without any reaction...

"Puff~~"

It was as if the wooden stick was hit on the leather. The sharp sword did not cut off the strange man's head at once. Barcelona's thin and thin neck stretched and twisted like a rubber band with the movement of the sword. Then he flew out with a "huh"...

"Hu, hu, hu, hu, hu, hu, hu..."

Although he only swung a sword, Bardolian was already sweating all over and weak in all his limbs. The right hand holding the sword began to tremble violently uncontrollably. His five fingers were sore and soft, and he could not use any strength at all.

"So happy! So happy! So happy!"

Not far away, Barcelona Romu, who flew out, once again "suspended" in that very strange way.

"Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill! Yihehahahahahahaha~~~"

He wanted to raise his sword again to face the enemy who was laughing and rushing towards him, but the sword was barely lifted to his chest and no longer had the strength to move. The face under the iron mask of Bardo was already red, but he was really unable to do so.

"Die! Die! Die! Die! Die!"

The sharp metal claws have pierced the face door, and the tip of the claws has pierced the hard face armor...

“Huh?”
To be continued...