"Boss, look at this" Not long after Long Yun left the Crystal Palace, a convoy stopped outside the palace gate, and the Fallen Elves who took the lead rushed into the main hall in full armor, and when they saw the corpses of the nightmares on the ground, these guys were so shocked that they were almost speechless.
Although the leader was calm on the surface and did not change his face, he was actually shocked in his heart.
Touching his chin and thinking for a long time, the leader swallowed his saliva with difficulty and said, "Do you think any of our people can kill the nightmare?"
The faces of his subordinates are ugly, you look at me, I look at you again, and finally I said, "It doesn't seem to be" The leader sighed and shook his head: "Nightmare is a demon that belongs to the darkness, even it has been killed, now I finally know why the team I sent out to hunt down that black dwarf was killed without a word, among those people, there must be a dreamwalker, except for this kind of person, it is difficult for anyone to kill the nightmare." ” "Then what do we do," a fallen elf cautiously tested his boss's tone.
"What do you say" The leader took out a slender big \ cigarette, lit the fire, and took a hard breath, the pleasure brought by the poison \ finally relaxed his tense nerves a little, "Tell me, what to do" "There are a lot of us, and the firepower is strong, otherwise, let's go into the well of fate now, sweep it randomly, and beat the special people into a hornet's nest while they have no time to take precautions" Seeing that his boss's expression seemed to be a little more relaxed, this guy finally regained his confidence and became excited: "No matter how powerful the guy is, he can't stand up to our many people" "Rush in and sweep them into a hornet's nest" The leader's head was a little floating, and he looked at his subordinates with a pair of triangular eyes squinting, with a strange smile on his face, and an earthworm-like scar slanted through his entire face from the right corner of his forehead, all the way to the chin position, which looked a little hideous, and he made an exaggerated gesture of shooting with his hand on his chest, and even imitated the sound of "da da da" in his mouth.
The minion immediately realized that something was wrong, and that the boss would not be good if he laughed like that when he was serious.
"Why don't you say it, I'll ask you if you rushed in, and then," the leader repeated the same shot-gun shot, "just kill them."
"Yes" Beads of sweat began to ooze from the minion's forehead, but he could only answer stiffly, and if he said it, his scalp would be rounded.
"Kill them cleanly," the leader asked, still smiling like a demented child.
The sweat on the head of the "right clean" minions finally dripped on the ground.
"You're fucking sick, aren't you, the offspring of mentally handicapped children" After the last mouthful of big hemp, the leader suddenly jumped like thunder like a convulsion, and directly kicked the half-frightened minion to the ground, "What am I going to do with this kind of waste like you, let you give me the same idea, let me be cannon fodder" Needless to say, the leader pulled out a pistol from his waist, a large-caliber Israeli-made desert eagle, with a huge gunshot, the muzzle flame of a basketball, the minions became a sack that was knocked away, and the whole person flew out two meters in the air and fell to the ground.
Blood gushed out from the position of the body armor on the chest, shot at close range, and the body armor was papier-mâché in front of the Desert Eagle.
The unlucky guy was speechless, and began to vomit blood in a big gulp.
The leader walked up to him, cursing and swearing in his mouth, and the whole person was immersed in the excitement and violent emotions brought by Da Ma, and raised his hand and shot two more times, beating his subordinates into a corpse.
"Who else has a good idea" turned around, the guy's face was bruised, and he roared like a mad dog.
To be the boss, of course, you have to look like the boss, and besides, this leader is a well-known drug lord in Mexico, and he fights the kind of madman who doesn't agree with him.
Now, he finally used his madness to once again establish himself as the undisputed boss.
Seeing that everyone no longer dared to speak, the leader's excitement slowly calmed down.
"Let's count how many high explosives we have."
He raised his chin at a minion beside him, and then pointed outside the hall, "I want an accurate number, I can count everything that can be fried, and if there is one less, I will let you go to God."
"Yes, yes, yes" The minions were already scared and rushed out of the door.
The leader felt that his head hurt a little, and the back of his head began to hurt badly after being knocked hard by Fan Jian, and he didn't know if he was frightened by the current situation.
Nightmares, the most vicious and ferocious monster raised by the fallen elves, never missed, and this kind of monster is also a nightmare for the descendants of an ancient race with a general gift, and no one can escape the labyrinth of illusions, unless the mental power is extremely strong.
He was almost certain that some of those Moriahs were Dreamwalkers, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to kill Nightmares.
For this kind of person, he is unwilling to provoke, and if he avoids it, the Black Warrior army is completely annihilated, coupled with the nightmare fiasco, he will definitely not go to those Moria people to confront head-on, touch this kind of mold, although snatching back that badge will get a lot of benefits, but the most important thing is a small life.
"Boss, count it" The minions finally returned to the main hall and reported to their leader: "A total of 30 kilograms of various high explosives, plus 32 MANPADS and six boxes of mortar shells" The leader was still smoking a big cigarette and spitting out the clouds, and when his subordinates finished reporting, he spit out the last puff of white smoke, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and crushed it with his foot, with a fierce light in his eyes.
"All moved in, all at the entrance to the Well of Destiny, I'm going to blow up this place."
He said.
"What" It's a crazy move, and the minions counting the ammunition can't believe their ears.
This move is too crazy, although the fallen elves have long been driven out of the dark forest and lived in the human world for many years, but they once attached themselves to the gods of Moria, and it is difficult to eliminate that awe in their bones.
The act of blowing up the Holy Land of the Divine Domain was too crazy for anyone to estimate what the consequences would be.
"Do you want me to say it again" The leader's eyes shot again, and the earthworm scar on his face twisted again, "If we still want to live, we have to listen to me, otherwise, we will definitely not see the sun rising tomorrow." ” "Yes, yes, I'll do it right away."
The minion shuddered, his gaze swept over the Desert Eagle at the leader's waist, and the afterglow swept over the mutilated corpse on the ground, and hurriedly replied
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