Chapter 3425

The emperor of Youmo tribe is not willing to be eaten by this Warcraft, but now he is completely moved by this beast with his tongue and can't move at all. The demon General Yu who has been with him all the time is also dead. That's his brother. He cries. This time, he is really scared.

The closest time to death, all the pictures of his relatives appeared in front of him. His body trembled, and he regretted why he wanted to come out, which not only hurt himself, but also implicated his brother.

There was only fear in his heart. Death made him lose any voice. His face was broken, and his despair was like a living dead man.

Even if he prayed again, he knew that his years of faith, the patron saint would not show great power to protect him, and he would be paralyzed.

"Bala menggan, don't fall, don't tie one's stomach. I admire you so much and protect you. But how ever did you protect the people of our Youmo tribe? They were invaded by Warcraft. Can't you see that? In that case, what else do I believe in you..."

What belief, in the face of death, everything becomes so nonsense, he only collapses, because in any case, he can not have the chance to escape.

He could not imagine that his flesh and blood would turn into a piece of excrement of this animal. His flesh and blood, bones, would be digested. The bad smell from his tongue made him dizzy.

He thought of his own ending. If someone could save him at this time, I'm afraid he would use the eighteen generations of his ancestors to thank each other. No matter what it is, as long as he lives, it's the best and the most real.

"Rainstorm dragon thorn clan, nine tribes, Nine Emperors, I'm afraid I'm the worst one. My death will be the laughing stock of other tribes. I'm ashamed of Youmo tribe. My end is to be eaten by Warcraft."

Great changes have taken place in the emperor's heart. He has protected his whole life and used his whole life to believe in his own God. In the end, the God in his heart can do nothing.

All of a sudden, he realized that even if the god they guarded really existed, he was a little Warcraft man, which was insignificant in the eyes of the God.

That God is like a missionary. From his birth, all the elders of his clan taught him to be enemies of the human race. The holy land is the world of the human race and the demon race. They can only live forever and hide in the dark sea. There are riots in the Starry Sea, and there are often riots in Warcraft.

If it is true that they believe in God's will, then their God is not God at all, but devil!

That Mo Yue sent out a faint green light. In fact, how many people in the clan had the same idea with him, why they wanted to be enemies with the Terrans and demons, why they could not break the sea and live on land.

Many Warcraft people are eager to live in the outside world. Over the years, they are human beings and have noble blood. They are from the Dragon kingdom.

Maybe they will not be enemies of the Terran, they will have another great achievement in the mainland, they will rule the continent in different forms, they will be recognized as strong by the Terran and demon clan, instead of living by killing like this.

They are not fools. They are cursed and trapped here for millions of years.

Yes, it's a curse. For example, these Warcraft are also cursed. It seems that they will never be able to escape from this violent sea of stars. Their Warcraft predecessors are all deeply rooted old ideas. Every tribe will give birth to emperors who are beyond their ideas. From their birth, it can be said that they have established their identity as emperors.

At the critical moment of his life and death, all of a sudden, he wanted to understand these problems. From despair, he understood some truth.

Finally, at the last moment, he planned to commit suicide. He was ready to satisfy the beast with his own flesh and blood, burning the devil's soul and breaking out the last blow of life and death.

At the moment when he was finally ready to explode, time seemed to be still, and it seemed to become extremely quiet around him.

His heart was the clearest. At that moment, he felt that the tongue wrapped around his body seemed to be cut by a sharp sword. The sword with death cut a huge hole and stretched out an arm from the outside.

In a short moment, he completely dull, this arm seems to be the last straw he wants to grasp.

He seemed to see the hope of survival.

Brush!

When his whole body, extremely fast, was caught by a human figure, broke his tongue, and threw him out of the control range of Warcraft.

In that space, there was a dull roar of Warcraft. He was directly thrown away by that force and fell to the ground. He got up and looked away.

He had an incredible look on his face.

"Well, what is that? Did someone save me? Who is that? It must be a super strong man The emperor of Youmo tribe, at that moment, his tears flowed down. He couldn't believe it. He didn't expect that at the last moment, he met such a strong man to save himself, and it was still at such a critical moment.

He knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the man a hundred meters away. His gratitude was beyond expression.

He vowed that no matter who the other party was, he would repay him, and at this time, he would never run away. He only saw a blood red figure with extremely fast speed. He could hardly see what the figure looked like.

Moreover, the figure, holding a sharp sword and with the air of death, cut off the tongue of the blue eyed ice toad in a flash. It seemed that the beast saw the figure and showed a trace of panic on its face.

"What? Is Warcraft afraid of that man? " It growled in anger, with a fierce cold light in its eyes.

He knelt on the ground and kept worshiping, "is this the God who sent his envoy to save me?"

"Bala muddle dry, do not fall, do not tie abdomen, Si Ji." He cheered and wept with joy. He believed that this must be a god envoy sent by God.

He had a dull expression, and even stood up and danced excitedly. Just now, he was still profaning his God in his heart. Thinking of this, he gave himself a few big mouths.

If the LORD God had not saved him, who else would it be? In such a desolate and uninhabited place, he couldn't think of anyone else. The only thing is that the patron saint really appeared.

For the emperor, it was a miracle. He was excited and cheered in the same place, because he saw that the God envoy, who was close to God, disappeared in that space in an instant by extremely strange means.

And the next moment, it will leave some deep bloodstains on the Warcraft. The envoy's speed is too fast. He stares at it and is very grateful to the envoy for his help