Chapter 293： Enemy, you have to die!

Bazer’s sword has already rushed to half, and Sally, standing behind McGee’s hand, is ready to shoot in the blue light. The tray in the hands of the north of Mia, who is standing behind, is directly across the heads of the people, facing the werewolf. The past.

"boom!"

The werewolf who lifted his claws toward McGonagall was smashed into the face by a black folding chair that whizzed away. The infiltrated wolf head was deformed, and then it was instantly shot, and the tray that was flying across in the air collapsed. Half a tooth decayed and fell to a distance of ten meters.

"With me, who dares to hurt Mai boss!"

The flame that came like a flame meteorite was slightly converging, revealing a black folding chair with a single hand, and Sargeras in front of McGonagall, domineering.

The red lava flows through the cracks, the air is burned with a faint white mist, and the tall Sargeras are like a burning torch in the darkness, making people's eyes shine.

"Well?" McGonagall looked at Sargeras in front of him. He also had some accidents and eccentricities in his eyes. The most important reason for letting Amy block in front of Hee Hee was that he had already seen Lean was present, and Sally stood behind her, and these strengths were obviously only four or five werewolves who could not create any danger to them.

But I didn't expect the first shot to be a sudden appearance of Sargeras. A folding chair shot the scene of the werewolf, which made Meg a bit moved, but remembered the slogan they had shouted before, and the corner of the mouth couldn't help but feel a little convulsion. .

"For the meat folder? This is another ghost slogan!" McGonagall ran through 10,000 grass mud horses, and for a time did not know where to vomit.

However, since Sargeras shot, and Julian was on the sidelines, the sudden outbreak of the battle today was a shock, and my heart settled a lot.

"Of... I was shot and flew!"

"Isn't that the lava demon who came back to the restaurant every day to eat meat? I didn't expect his strength to be so terrible!"

"It's no wonder that Mai Bo is not flustered at all. He hasn't put those werewolves in his heart. He still has such a trump card."

The guests in the restaurant looked at this scene and couldn't help but open their mouths and look surprised.

For the regular customers, Sargeras is no stranger to it. After all, every time I come to eat, I bring my own chair, and I only eat some meat, while eating, while squatting and screaming, I can’t remember it.

It’s just that he usually shows honestly and honestly in the restaurant. He only sits at the door of the restaurant and often teaches the two lava devils who come with him to eat quietly.

Unexpectedly, after entering the combat state, the strength was so strong, the shot was even clean and neat, and the chair on the face of the werewolf was like a vent of the gas accumulated in the hearts of everyone, and the comfort of Shutan.

"The wheat boss is really not simple." The eyes of the people finally fell to the McGee with the kitchen knife and a light face standing at the entrance of the restaurant.

This kind of landslide in front of the face does not change the color of mind, not everyone has it.

"The lava demon at the peak of the seventh grade." Sally looked at the back of Sargeras, the blue light in her hand dissipated, and there was already a clear judgment in her heart. In this case, she had no need to shoot, and her eyes turned. Xixi, who was lying in the doorway, muttered a few spells in his mouth. A light blue light fell on her lower abdomen. The red light on the wound quickly faded away, and the blood gradually stopped.

"Good... great." Mia, looking at the back of Sargeras, couldn't help but open his mouth. I didn't expect this demon, which usually feels very friendly to him. It was so powerful, just let the werewolf fly at once. It is.

"Wow, big bald head, you are awesome." Amy plucked a small head from behind McGonagall, some happy said.

"Hey, it’s not a problem to deal with a few wolves." Sargeras looked back and smiled a little, as if this was the first time the little boss praised him, his eyes sweeping through the few subconscious, the werewolves who stepped back a few steps. Grinning, Kyle and others who rushed to the flames of the body, waved: "The Burning Legion, Attack!"

"For the meat folder!"

Kiel and others screamed in unison, waving weapons such as mace and black iron rods to the werewolves.

"Hey!"

The werewolves were not afraid, they screamed, and they waved their claws toward the Burning Legion and slammed into each other.

The claws and the weapons collided with a sharp, harsh sound, blood and lava spattered, accompanied by a dull sound, and instantly fell into a melee.

"This place, there are so many people who are nosy, who gave you the courage to provoke my Werewolf warrior?" Anselm shot a big bear with a deer deer.

The deer that flew a few meters re-formed into a human figure, the blood-stained red body, the horrible wounds everywhere, lying on the ground, squeaking in the throat, turning to look at the direction of the restaurant door, trying to find Hee Xi’s figure.

"Probably... the meat is smashed." Sargeras grinned, carrying an iron chair with one hand, striding toward Anselm, stepping out a lava pit on the ground at every step.

"Looking for death!" Anselm snorted and rushed toward Sargeras, his hands wide open, and the half-meter-long red claws looked a little demon under the moonlight, staggering toward Sargeras. The neck is coming.

"Roll!" Sargeras drank, the folding chair in his hand went straight to Essem's face without a fancy, and brought a burst of whistling sound.

When the red claws touch the iron chair, they can easily break the claws of the thick bear's thick skin, but they can only bring a string of sparks on the chair, accompanied by a string of jingles, folding chairs and unrelenting Photographed on the face of Anselm.

"boom!"

The three-meter-high werewolf, as if it had been hit by a truck on the head, flew straight back and forth, and squatted five meters away, and made a big pit on the ground.

"Who gave you the courage to shoot the boss?" Sargeras took the chair and walked to Ansel, who was struggling to get up, with a strong sarcasm in his voice.

Although they are all seven, but he has been in the seventh grade for decades, and recently eaten so many meat clips, the distance from the eight-level estimate is one or two hundred meat sandwiches.

This is why Sargeras nicknamed the meat sacred ‘sacred meat 馍 ,, as long as the meat 馍 馍 can be stronger, is there a simpler way than this?

In this world, only Meg can make such a meat folder, so his safety is related to the hope of the lava family to revive.

These guys shot the boss, that is, the desire to sever the lava family.

Enemy, you have to die!

The look of Sargeras became extraordinarily cold.