Chapter 170
The early morning sun has risen.
The pale rays of light cross the gloomy and misty sky.
Photography little brother only feels dry mouth, hanging in the heart of his throat, slowly falling.
Even if he dreams, he can't imagine that one day, when he is in desperate situation and encounters the evil black wizard who is legendary and devil, the end will be like this.
A man.
A strong, unspeakable man, stood there, standing in front of him, bathing in the blood of the enemy, like a god of hell killing, with a weak human body, the arrogant Tu Guangsi A powerful black wizard with extraordinary strength.
Take down the camera on your shoulders.
Squeeze the handle tightly.
Even though the desire to survive overwhelmed everything, a fiery flame slowly began to burn in his heart.
When I was reporting in Manhattan.
He has personally witnessed how the black wizard kills humans, how to torture others, and uses pain for pleasure.
The panicked citizens and the out-of-order army are like helpless lambs. Driven by the pack of wolves, they can only flee in a hurry.
Or kneel on the ground and pray for the black wizard of wizard supremacy to let them go.
For a moment, he thought about the possibility of human defeat.
That is the confusion and anxiety about the future encounter.
That is a huge humiliation of being trampled on and slandered as a human being.
But in this brief moment.
As a media person with professional ethics, a mortal with unyielding courage to surpass the fear of death.
He made a decision.
Regardless of whether he can leave here alive or not, this battle that happened before his eyes and was recorded by the camera is enough to make everyone see hope and a bloody battle for it.
He must take it out.
Let the people of this World know that the black wizard is not invincible in this genocide war!
Slavery, death, destruction... never belong to humans!
The man who is ruthless to the wizard will also lead the world to the greatest victory!
"Miss Chloe..."
Photography little brother's voice with an Italian accent, pulling the witch from the incredible'shocked my mother for a whole year', Back to reality.
On the bridge, she thought that was already Cole, or...the limit a human could do when fighting a wizard.
But now.
Two Level 19, one ten Level 8 and one Level 17.
Severe criminals wanted by the wizard council.
In this way, he was slaughtered in less than one minute.
It is also at this time.
She finally understood why the wizard council would list that guy as the most famous murderer in the wizard world, not one of them.
Compared to him.
Those powerful black witches feared by ordinary wizards are like a British joke.
Expanded his hands, gently shook his head, watching Cole for a long time, frowned and turned and said, "What's the matter?"
Photography little brother took a deep breath.
"Let me go through with you. This war requires a victory, a recorder of history."
"But you didn't return it just now..."
"No, even if I die, my parents and my child will be proud of it."
Speaking of which, the little brother laughed, picked up the camera, and said, "Their son and father are not a coward."
At this time.
He suddenly sounded a sentence that he didn't know where he saw it:'The pursuit of hope for mankind only needs a beam of light. '
Stuck in Central Park, the base camp of the black wizard.
He admitted that the desperate predicament made him lose all ideas of resistance.
But now...
Standing in a pool of blood in the wizard, Cole wiped off the blood on his face with his clothes, and then lit a cigarette.
The man who is calm and composed, his throat is choked by darkness and evil, and his face doesn't change.
Let him regain the hope of victory in this war.
The witch shook her head with an indifferent expression. She didn't understand what this wobbly guy, between cowardice and bravery, was thinking.
Hear their conversation.
Cole took a cigarette in one hand, frowned, and said indifferently, "Isn't afraid of death?"
"No one is afraid of death, Cole."
"I can't guarantee you It’s safe."
"Just take out the memory card of the camera after I die, uh...can you give me one minute before I leave?
I have some words that I want to leave to my family."
The witch seemed a little surprised and wondered, "Are you married?"
"Of course, eldest daughter Sarah is five years old. The youngest son Diego is three years old."
"Wow."
As a witch who has been single for many years, suddenly Chloe also understands the photographer's position and choice. NS.
"What's your name?"
"Ricardo."
"Italian immigrants?"
"Yes. "
Waiting for Ricardo to leave his last words.
Cole took out a dagger and handed it to him in case of emergency.
According to the location of Calder given by system.
Entering the hinterland of the Queen’s Tree, even an ordinary person like Ricardo can perceive the evil aura pervading here.
It's like being stripped naked and thrown into the cold wind of Ling Li.
The back is cold, and the hairs are standing upside down.
As for Calder...
This bald man who has been against the black wizard all his life, was drugged and dragged into a memory trap that he could not extricate himself. On the lonely shelf, it was extremely humiliating.
Although his eyes are open, his pupils are dilated and have no focus.
The three of them worked together to get him off the five-meter-high shelf.
Nimosaen’s lantern cannot enter a dream that has not yet constituted an abnormal world.
So, professional matters should be handled by professional people.
Chloe is not good at fighting and killing wizards, but in terms of pharmacy, she is her old line.
Touch Calder's nostrils with your fingers.
Then sniff lightly.
"Buried mud, and blue daffodils cultivated by black magic...I know how to save him."
One hand was pressed on Calder's chest.
Chloe said to Cole very seriously, "I will enter his memories and dreams later. If I am injured or appear very painful, you can call me as quickly as possible. Wake up.
Otherwise, I might be killed by him in memory, after all... he is Calder."
"Go."
The photographer Ricardo prepares to record what happened with his camera.
The witch took a deep breath continuously.
Place both hands on Calder's chest, and then slowly close his eyes.
Time passes by minute by minute.
Not long.
A bloodstain slashed by a cold weapon appeared on her arm, with blood flowing.
The witch's expression gradually became painful, and she kept taking deep breaths, but it was as if she was strangling her neck and couldn't breathe.
See this situation.
Ricardo hurriedly put the camera on the ground and ran over to help Cole wake her up.
After waking up.
Chloe was lying on the ground, blushing with a thick neck and frantic retching and coughing.
"Damn... almost stabbed to death with a sword...cough cough...cough cough cough!"
Ricardo said with concern, "Can you continue? "
"Of course!"
Cole took out the medical kit from the equipment warehouse and simply bandaged her wound.
The stubborn witch once again entered Calder's memory.