This world can’t give people power for no reason. If you give, you lose.
Odin naturally didn’t want to weaken his own strength. He created the Ghost Corps to create these masks. He once took the energy and strength from the bodies of the gods of the kingdom.
So he hacked these people to death, and the progress of killing them was poor. Many of them were comparable to the next generation, but some of them were less than the next generation. One reason was that killing them was the original blood of these people, and their actual bloodline was not high and their strength was "not strong"
Of course, it’s not strong. Odin has spent tens of millions of years putting away the spirits. Many of them still have S-class blood. Everyone should have a history of scenery when they are outside.
However, whether in pursuit of greater strength or forced by Odin, he has now become his loyal warrior.
He looked at the man who closed his eyes and died, thinking that the other person might be a celebrity before his death, and he was quite chivalrous. He just looked stunned and didn’t try to sneak attack.
"There are more advanced than this mask? Help me find one and I can let you go. "
Rather than hacking a weak chicken to death, he wants to play with the first generation of breeders, and he thinks the highest mask should be quality.
The dwarf craftsman mask can strengthen this man to this extent. What about the masks in Nordic mythology that can rival the gods?
Like Raytheon and God of War?
"I don’t know how long I’ve slept here. Ask me if I didn’t kill me."
Lancelot is car-scrapping, rather than suddenly feeling boring after his defeat this time.
He fought all his life when he was "alive", but he fell in love with the wrong woman and betrayed his best friend. It was in his later years that the monastery chanted prayers for many years and figured out that he wanted to find his best friend and apologize to each other’s grave before he could sleep peacefully.
I didn’t expect Avalon to be real. He was provoked by those spirits to fight again. He was competitive and devoted to Odin. He got a mask and abandoned his identity.
In the end, he was defeated by a young boy without a mask.
He should have returned to the embrace of death a long time ago, but it is ugly to lie in the coffin waiting for Odin to recruit roots.
The rotation of the black giant blade brought up the wind of death. Lancelot closed his eyes and died.
But in the end, he didn’t wait for the long-awaited death. He opened his eyes and found that the boy had taken the knife back.
"I took the mask. Feel free."
Lu Chen turned away from him. Of course, he was not a kind man. Odin’s hands are all his enemies, especially in front of him. He obviously took the initiative to serve Odin, but he suddenly remembered that he couldn’t kill like this before the knife.
The other party is a "general" hybrid without a mask, and it will kill ten thousand yuan to the sky.
But it’s a little too …
After thinking about it, anyway, it’s a weak chicken, so I’ll keep it for the first time. It’s hard to see a person who can talk and have nothing to talk about, or it’s better to talk too much alone.
He ran in the field to pick off the mask of the ghost who had been hacked to death before him, and then jumped into the arena again to find the coffins of the caves one by one, hoping to see if there were any good masks here and find a top-level test knife.
Chapter three hundred and thirty-one Xia Mi choice
"Brother Chu?"
Lu Fei elbowed Chuhang lightly, and the other party was in a daze just after hearing the headmaster’s words. The headmaster was still waiting for him to speak.
Chuhang looked back at Abdullah. "We need to draw up a plan to find Brother Lu."
Ange Bai Chuhang said to Abdullah, "Go out first and the school union will take you to your new residence."
Abdullah smell speech nai smiled "cooperate with college workers"
He vowed to be an upright man to make up for his cowardice. Of course, he was upset that he was suspected, but several people in Chuhang actually said something about himself.
He now feels that he is afraid that there is nothing wrong. When Chu Hang and the principal discuss the assassin, they always recall all the details of their experiences.
I don’t know, he’s a little afraid that he’s really a person who can fill someone’s shoes instead of his real self.
Or is he really the honest man he is now?
After Abdullah left, Anger’s expression relaxed a lot. He had been preoccupied when Abdullah was in the room.
Even if the other party is really the dragon king, he is also prepared, and this room is home to the world’s strongest dragon slayers.
"Are you going to leave for the North Pole?"
Anger didn’t directly arrange plans for several people because he knew he didn’t know the real details, depending on how Chuhang decided.
Chu Hang thought for a moment and looked at the painted pear clothes. "Did Brother Lu tell the painted pear clothes about his trip to the North Pole?"
Painted pear clothes show a slight wrinkle in her eyebrows. She won’t cling to her lover. She should always know the specific position of the other party. Gdzilla hasn’t sent her any latitude and longitude coordinates. Even if she did, she wouldn’t understand it.
She thought for a moment and suddenly her eyes flashed. "Gdzilla seems to have sent me a selfie. At that time, there was a boat and many other tourists."
"Tourists? It doesn’t seem that the executive department arranged the boat … "
Chu Hang analyzed, "Did Brother Lu have any of his ships?"
Draw a pear coat and lightly lift your forehead to ponder "Gdzilla, he really doesn’t know how to tell the truth …"
In fact, she thinks that people in Gdzilla may not remember to invite the name of the ship. After all, the name of a foreign ship is very strange. He is going to run simply, won’t stay for a long time, and won’t manipulate the ship to do anything.
But Pear Painting doesn’t want to say this, which seems to indicate that Gdzilla is stupid …