Chapter 388 I, Serila Yuehui, Have Never Suffered This Injustice! (Red Comet Marswand Rewards Additional Update 2)

Chapter 388 I, Serila Yuehui, have never suffered this injustice! (Red Comet Marswand Rewards Additional Update 2)

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On the mountain road opposite, six dwarves and one human jumped off the goat one after another. If they are riding their own mounts, they can certainly sit still and charge at any time. However, now everyone's goats are temporarily tamed. In order to avoid trouble, it is better to get down as soon as possible.

The steel shield, which was more than half the height of a man - more than half the height of a dwarf, hit the ground first. Two dwarves holding war hammers, one on the left and one on the right, spread out behind the shield holder. Behind them, two dwarves took off their battle axes from their backs and held them in their hands. The ax blades fell diagonally to the ground.

In the center of the formation, Kai, the candidate of the Black Rock tribe, was protected by the tribesmen. He looked over the steel shield and looked at the opposite side with a gloomy expression.

The elf ranger in front was furious and drew his sword. The angry blade moved forward fiercely, and with just one finger pointing from afar, all the strands on his forehead stood upright.

What was even more depressing was that Kai clearly felt that the female ranger's anger was not directed at him. The blade pointed at the spell caster in the team, the priest of the Glorious Holy See. Kai quickly turned around, and half of Mr. Pastor's body was exposed outside the cover. He could neither retreat nor squat...

It's more embarrassing...

Fortunately, before the silver-haired girl could draw her bow and nock an arrow, the little mage from the King Selection Team caught up. He was running so hard that he finally reached the girl and asked something in a low voice. Behind them, Rothega's gang urged their mounts to move forward... forward... forward...

One step at a time, one step at a time, the speed was so slow that it looked like he was deliberately slowing down his work. Kai sneered in his heart and raised his voice:

"Rosega, are you going to attack us?"

"I didn't!" Prince Rosega simply jumped off the goat and dragged his mount forward. After taking two steps, seeing that the efficiency was too low, he stood on tiptoes and shouted:

"Miss Serira, don't-"

It turns out that the elf ranger is named Serela. Kai silently remembered the name. Almost at the same time, the silver-haired girl took a step forward and raised her voice again:

"roll!"

A shout. On the Black Rock tribe's side, seven goats moaned in unison. At the end of the queue, the priest of the Glory Holy See screamed in pain, broke free from the reins of his horse, turned around and ran away.

"..."

"..."

The black-robed priest fought hard to shoot a ray of holy light backwards, and after a moment, there was another one. However, the oppressive feeling on the silver-haired girl was too strong. The goat jumped up and ran down the hillside with an angle of at least 45 degrees. His movements were as light as walking on flat ground, and it was impossible for magic to catch up.

There was a luggage bag hanging on the saddle, which disappeared altogether. Only the black-robed priest stayed where he was. His mount was gone, his package was gone, and it was estimated that the food, water bags, and tent blankets for the next few days were all gone...

Grete looked at his dumbfounded look and felt that if it were him, he would have wanted to die.

The dwarves of the Black Rock Tribe took a collective step forward. The one who raised the shield raised the shield, the one who raised the hammer raised the hammer, and the arm holding the battle ax used force to raise the battle ax diagonally. On the other side, the Fire Hammer Tribe also put on a vigilant posture. Only Prince Rosega was still shouting desperately:

"Don't do it! This is a misunderstanding! We don't want to sabotage the King Selection!"

While shouting, he rushed over and stood in front of Serrela. Just as he stretched out his arm to pull her, the girl pushed him away and almost fell to the bottom of the ridge. He didn't dare to stretch out his hand again, so he could only shout desperately to Grete:

"Gretel, please help me!"

During the king selection process, the candidate teams are not allowed to attack each other, let alone cause loss of life. If you are discovered, you will be kicked out of the tribe at the very least. In serious cases, you may even be expelled from the tribe and not allowed to return for life!

The corners of Gretel's mouth twitched: The Silver Dragon Girl was not from their team, and they couldn't control her. But obviously, no one would believe him if he said this, so he could only try to persuade him——

"Cerela!" He lowered his voice:

"Calm down! Don't do anything!"

Serila suddenly sniffed. Immediately afterwards, the long knife in her hand slowly descended, drew a slight arc, and aimed straight at Kai's eyebrows. The girl said word by word:

"Right, carve, roll."

Those beautiful silver-blue eyes gradually became lighter in color, almost turning into pure silver. Seeing the light jumping at the tip of the long knife, as if he was about to lose his breath, Gretel secretly wiped off cold sweat and grabbed her right hand:

"Let them pass! They are also a team participating in the king selection. Fighting here violates the rules of the king selection and will make us disqualified!"

"It's none of your business!" Cerela shook off his hand forcefully:

"It has nothing to do with you! Stay back and don't do anything. I'll beat seven of them by myself!"

"come on!"

The other person responded with a sneer. Grete staggered to the side, rushed back, and grabbed the silver dragon girl again. By the way, he glared at the other party:

What come? Do you know who she is? If she shows up as a silver dragon, the seven of you, plus the seven of us, won't be enough to fight her!

Can you shut up!

"There's no point in telling them to get out!" Gretel continued to advise:

"This mountain road is so narrow. There are no forks. Where to go? Go back? That's exactly in the same direction as us! We might as well let them pass. The two sides are back to back, and they will be out of sight soon!"

"Then-" Cerela bit her lip in dissatisfaction. After thinking for a moment, he stamped his foot:

"Then I'll kill them!"

"Don't! What grudge do you have against them?!" Grete sweated profusely. He struggled to drag Serrela back two steps and lowered his voice:

"Every wrong has its owner, and every debt has its owner! They are not the ones who beat you. If you are angry, don't take it out on them!"

"But they all have a nasty smell! They are exactly the same!"

Cerela was angry. When she grew up to this age, her parents treated her like a treasure. She was a member of the same clan and relatives, and she was a little princess with a moonlight. This was the first time that I was ambushed by someone for no reason, and I almost lost my life!

She managed to escape with great difficulty thanks to the magical protective weapon her father gave her! After flying for hundreds of miles, he fell down and fainted in front of humans!

She, Serila Yuehui, can't bear this grievance!

These people have the same smell as the attackers. It's not as strong, but it's exactly the same. She, who had just experienced danger, wanted to tear the other person into pieces as soon as she smelled it.

"Let's talk about it after the King Selection is over!" Grete dragged her hard. Although based on his strength, it is actually a drop in the bucket, but at least it is an attitude:

"Don't do it here! Don't do it now! We have been busy choosing the king for almost a month. If you kill them now, all our efforts will be wasted!"

"I told you that you don't need to do anything!"

"Don't forget, you still owe me a microscope!"

"I'll compensate you now! How many gold coins?"

"If you don't obey me, I won't answer any questions you ask me in the future!"

"..."

The strength in the silver dragon girl's hand finally relaxed. She took two steps back and stood at the edge of the mountain path, her face as cold as frost, and she pointed at where she was going:

"Get out! Leave immediately! Don't appear in front of me!"

Prince Rosega breathed a sigh of relief and ran over immediately. He gave Gretel a thumbs up, turned his back to Cerela and spread his arms, blocking half of the road. He waved his left hand and tried his best to signal:

Go quickly, go quickly! Such an elf ranger who knows magic, bows and arrows, and can cut rocks like mud with just a wave of his hand, if he really gets angry, I can't stop him!

Here in the Black Rock Tribe, a dwarf sneered and wanted to talk. Kai quickly pulled him to signal him to shut up. The group of people quickened their pace and passed in front of Serrela. Soon, their figures became smaller and smaller, turning into a series of wriggling black spots on the mountain road.

The silver dragon girl looked back from time to time with a sullen face. Looking at her look, Grete was really afraid that she would return to her dragon form in the middle of the night and kill them all - or maybe she could kill them all without returning to her dragon form.

To be honest, there is nothing wrong with doing it really cleanly. The problem is that there are many patrol teams from various tribes in the nearby mountains; everyone knows when the king-selecting team will set off and which team will meet which one. Besides, Grete still doesn’t fully understand the prophecy spells in this world…

He had no choice but to try his best to attract Cerrela's attention:

"Hey, we are just halfway through the iron cage. Do you want to continue?"

"Okay! - You owe me once!"

"well!"

"If they mess with me again later, don't stop me!"

"Whatever you want after the King Selection!"

"You have to answer ten more questions from me! No, twenty!"

Gretel sacrificed herself, the knowledge in her brain, and tried to appease the silver dragon girl, which was quite effective. At least that night, according to Bernard who was keeping watch, she didn't leave the stone house all night, probably because she didn't transform and go out to kill people.

After another day of walking, we successfully descended the mountain. Entering the dwarf royal court, Cerela's eyes were immediately exhausted. She looked around and around, even wanting to reach out and touch the magma in the great furnace. Gretel quickly stopped:

"Don't! That thing can even heat iron red!"

Do you want to reveal the truth on the spot? If you want to transform into a dragon, let me know first so that I can run further away!

Otherwise, when you expand in size, you might bounce me into the magma!

The silver dragon girl smiled and retracted her hand, blinking her eyes, with a naughty look of "I'm not afraid, I just want to give you some face." Grete shook his head helplessly and led her around the melting pot and towards the Mithril District. When he walked nearby, his footsteps suddenly stopped:

"What's wrong?"

"I just wanted to tell you that there were people crying and cursing over there..." The silver dragon girl said expressionlessly:

"Right in front. That direction has a smell that I hate."

Grete became serious. He slowed down, turned the corner, and stood looking far away. There was a dense crowd in front of them, and Gretel, even with his height advantage, could only see a stretcher placed in front of the mansion's gate, with a circle of dwarves surrounding it, crying and shouting:

"Brother! Big brother!!!"

"You died so miserably!"

"Why should they treat it! Why!!!"

Gretel was shocked. what's the situation? Put someone to death? Carrying a corpse to block the door? Medical trouble?

He squinted his eyes and took a closer look. The door of the mansion was closed and silent, except for a wooden holy symbol hanging low-key. The entire field of vision suddenly became clear. Beside her, Serila raised her hand with a smile, her fingertips shining brightly:

"Sharp Eyes! How about it? You can see clearly now!"

Gretel nodded hastily and thanked her. He looked carefully and saw that the deceased on the stretcher had a gray face, purple lips, and a sticky and messy beard, as if there was a lot of dirt stuck on it. ...So what is the disease? Why do the dwarves bother them?

He was far away, had no medical history, and no treatment records, so he couldn't tell...

"Let's go! Isn't it normal for their family to kill people!"

The silver dragon girl murmured to urge him. Gretel watched for a moment, but couldn't figure out the point. He shrugged and followed her. Just two steps away, a shout suddenly sounded in front of the door of the mansion behind him:

"Wash your lungs! Wash your x-on:#￥% lungs! Wash you when others wash it, and you'll wash them all to death!"

Grete stopped instantly.

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