One Hundred Ways to Become a God

After finishing the sentence, the blood elf converges to the blood in the eye, and reaches for the coat and the sword, while walking toward the curtain.

When he opened the curtain of the tent, he was already dressed and calm, completely restored the appearance of a head of the Paladin.

The paladin who stood in front of the door saw him suddenly come out and hurriedly salute him. "Head, do you have any instructions?"

The head of the Paladin shook his head slightly, and kept his footsteps. He told him briefly: "I will immediately send a hand to the Son."

"Follow!"

Although he did not understand what happened, but due to absolute obedience, the Paladin immediately executed the orders of Ambrose.

In the silent late night, only the cold metal sound of the paladins moving back and forth was heard.

Warcraft's instinct has a strong phototaxis, and Warcraft in the night of the night is especially fierce compared to other places. In order to prevent a large-scale attack of Warcraft, even such a one has a bright son and The mighty team of the head of the Paladin did not dare to use Guangming lighting in the middle of the night.

So the bishops worked tirelessly to supervise every paladin's night vision so that they could see the nuances of the night in the dark to ensure the normal patrols at night.

So the whole place where I was stationed was not a little bright.

Ambrose walked through the battalion of the paladin patrolling the camp, passing through the defensive array outside the camp, and hurried into deeper darkness.

His nose twitched slightly, capturing a trace of subtle lingering residue left in the air, and a faint red glow in the pupils that stretched especially in the night.

Unfortunately, the sneaky thing ran faster than he thought, and now there is no trace.

In fact, it must not be chased, but Cecil is still in the middle of the tent. He can't waste too much time on this matter.

His footsteps gradually slowed down, and before he went to a very shallow shape, he squatted halfway down and picked up a small piece of earthy smell with his fingertips. He smelled it near the tip of his nose. The original white gloves. The dirty soil was stained with glare.

Is this...the taste of the orcs?

Ambrose's brow reflexively wrinkled more tightly.

As everyone knows, the most disgusting race of the Elves in the whole of the DeLand continent is the brutal and rude orc family, who hate to smell the smell of the orcs and feel reflexively.

Even if he is a blood elf with a very different habit and ordinary elf, the dislike of the orc seems to be the commonality of all elves, and even he can't be excused.

Under the aversion of the heart, Ambrose carefully analyzed the information obtained from the soil.

Judging from the residual smell of this point, the sneak into the camp tonight should be an inferior orc, but the smell is a little mixed, indicating that he has other companions, but did not act together tonight.

So is it still prepared?

Interestingly, a powerful orc gang sneaked into the camp of the Holy See in the middle of the night, and it was impossible to make any good ideas.

He smashed the soil from his fingertips, got up from the ground, used a cleaning technique to clean up the black marks on the gloves, and then turned back.

After returning to the station, he summoned the two iron riders who followed the mission together. The face was cold and commanded: "There are traces of the orc family and strengthen the alert."

The two iron riders also showed horror at the same time. "The law is not touched."

Because the environment in which this time is located is particularly dangerous, the outer array of the camp is a high-defense array that has been spent twice a full hour by the bright son and the bishops. It can detect biological activities 100 meters away. trace.

If there are orcs approaching, it is impossible to have no hints.

unless--

This orc is so strong that it can come and go in the advanced defense array.

Ambrose shook his head and confirmed their conjecture. "This orc is very strong. I have already deployed an emergency defensive array outside the original array. I will strengthen my alert tonight and ask the Holy Spirit to strengthen the battle tomorrow."

The two Iron Riders did not raise any objection to his decision and ordered to reschedule the man.

A faint look at the busy paladins, Ambrose turned and walked to the camp belonging to him and the bright son.

When he opened the door, his eyes fell on his outstretched hand, his movements, and then he took off his white gloves decisively and destroyed them with a phagocytosis before entering the tent.

- Even if he has thoroughly cleaned it with cleansing, he still feels that there is a lingering smell that belongs to the orcs.

This dirty smell, still don't bring him into Ceci's tent.

The bright son who had been hurriedly left on the table by him had already moved to the position and consciously climbed up the low bed, and he was covered in a soft bedding. He heard the movement coming back and opened it. Some wet black cockroaches.

He put his arm up from the captivity and asked him, "Is there something coming in?"

Ambrose took off his coat and sabre again, sat down on the bed, and his eyes recovered with a **** color. He replied succinctly: "The smell of the orcs is very strong."

Hearing the word "orc", the point of sleep in He's mind was running out of silence, and he couldn't help but blurt out: "Orc?"

The pope is now finished, how come the orc family come out again?

What does this mean, do they want to continue trading?

After all, it would allow Ambrose to evaluate the last "very strong" orc. The chances of the orc patriarch who appeared this time can be said to be infinite.

After all, the orc race is a race that respects strength. Without exception, each orc patriarch is the most powerful orc at that time.

Seeing the bright eyes of the bright son suddenly stunned, the blood elf couldn't help picking his eyebrows, his mouth was pulled open, and his throat snorted.

He said that this little mouse still has a lot of things to look at him.

This is not, then it will be revealed soon.

The Bright Son seems to be aware of his own gaffe, and if he confuses the expression on his face, he turns to the blood elf and asks, "Have you seen the orc?"

Although the orc patriarch is powerful, he also has a common problem with the orcs - the brain is dull.

From the original trajectory, the orc patriarch was clearly injured after he was seriously injured by Cecil’s ban, but he was able to clearly see the pope’s “accounting”, although his strength was strong enough to make the pope Taboo, but on the head, the ten orc patriarchs add up to fight a pope.

If the pope did not fall, the orc patriarch should have been killed by the pope, and the pope was defeated in the hands of the blood elves, both in the original trajectory and in the new fate track.

So according to this food chain, he has absolute confidence that the orc patriarch will never be the opponent of the blood elf.

"Just found a little trace," the blood elf extended his finger with sharp nails and gently slid over his cheek. "However, you seem to care about the orcs?"

The bed underneath they was built by the tree branches after the treatment of the night of the night, very low, only 40 to 50 cm high.

The blood elf sat on the side of the bed and stretched straight out of his legs. The other leg was slightly squatting, which was a very relaxed posture.

However, he has become a deep-eyed eyelid and a threatening movement in his shackles, revealing that his heart is not so relaxed. He opened his mouth slightly and exposed his fangs to the bright sun: Dear, don't you explain?"

He licked his head and avoided the sharp nails of the blood elves. The long crow feathers trembled a little, as if they were compromised. "It’s just a guess..."

"It doesn't matter," the blood elf put his upper body closer to the brightest son. His long arm stretched out and pressed him beside him, almost a posture that would hold him all over. It seemed very understanding: " I can help you out."

He Wei organized the language and said vaguely: "There seems to be a trade between the pope and the orc. This transaction is related to a very important thing, perhaps related to the goddess of light."

Although he did not mention his role in this transaction, the **** elf's meticulous thinking, connected to the "Eros's blessing" in his body, almost immediately completed the details of the transaction. Seven seven eight eight.

After all, the **** appetite of this orc patriarch is notorious. It is said that he and men are all eating, especially those who look clean and pure, between teenagers and youth.

Is it a kind of exquisite and sacred face, just a grown-up, bright and delicious light, is not the type that the orc patriarch is most fond of?

Thinking of this, the blood elf snorted in my heart, and the disgust of the orc family reached an unprecedented height, and the strength of the hand could not be controlled.

Immediately, he heard only "咔-", and he was overwhelmed by the simple bed that he pressed.

He was silent, raised his hand and put a repair, and quickly repaired the crack, but the hand did not let go, but directly grabbed the waist of the bright son in front of him, and pressed him In his arms, bowed his head and kissed.

There was a flame in his heart that contained anger and fear. He almost burned his reason in an instant, and he eagerly searched for a breakthrough to vent it.

In the intertwining of his lips and tongue, his sharp fangs crossed the soft lips of the bright son, and almost immediately opened a hole in it.

This is the first time that the blood elf bit his broken lip while kissing.

The pain nerves on the lips seem to be extremely sensitive. He rubbed his brows and tried to push the blood elves several times, but they all failed because of the huge gap in physical strength.

I don't know how long the kiss lasted. In the end, before the blood was killed, the blood elf finally let him go.

He Yan Zhang mouth gasping, the lips are unusually bright because of the intense friction and blood contamination.

The blood elf leaned over and carefully sucked the blood on his lips, and then slowly and dumbly said to him: "Cesil, I know that you are a smart child... so the seed, you Is it informed?"

Although the last sentence is a questionable sentence, it is indeed said by the blood elf in a positive tone.

He Wei’s eyelashes trembled: “...”

This time the object's mind is too deep, it is very difficult to fool, so that he wants to install a fool is not a success, it is too difficult to engage.

The blood elf saw that he did not answer, but he squinted uncomfortably, but he did not force it. The voice seemed to become more gloomy. He continued to ask himself: "You know its existence, why should you lure me?"

Although the first awakening of "Eros's gift" was because he unknowingly plucked the Light Son, but later, the Light Son actually tempted "Ambros".

- Is he not desperate?

"Eros's gift" is a very overbearing existence. It can be forcibly suppressed by external force in the early stage of being awakened by love. But if no measures are taken, the host accepts the "irrigation" of others. There is no way to remove it from the host.

If "Ambros" is a completely uninformed person who has not withstood the temptation of Cecil and thus has a relationship with him, then even the elf holy water can not save this arbitrarily wise son!

He Wei: "..."

Although he would like to argue that he is only a bad fun episode, and he is very convinced that the other party will not ignore the situation really how to be yourself.

But now that the blood elf is being tempted by his waywardness, his intuition is better than saying "the truth".

So when the voice of the blood elf fell, he reached out and took the initiative to take the neck of the blood elf, and kissed his tight lips with the lips that had just been smashed by the blood elves.

After seeing the incident, the blood elf began to sell the poor light son, smiled and educated the bright son for a whole night, and made him pay a deep price for his waywardness.

......

When He Wei woke up the next day, Ambrose, who was lying next to him, could not be found.

He got up from the bed and was smashed with his movements, revealing traces of green, purple and purple.

- If someone now breaks in to see him, I believe that the anecdote between him and his own contract knight can be spread throughout the continent.

Fortunately, this magical magical world only needs a small cure to completely eliminate the traces.

After he finished the meal and simply ate the breakfast that Ambrose had prepared for him, he walked out of the tent. After four rounds, he did not find the trace of Ambrose. Then he asked the paladin who was standing next to the tent: "You What about the head?"

He was tossed by the unusually angry blood elf yesterday and went to sleep very late. Now it is almost noon.

Although I don't expect to finish the mission on the first day of the Yongyesen, I can't be so perfunctory.

The Paladin replied reverently: "The head of the group should discuss matters in the tent of Bruce Iron."

He Wei nodded slightly and walked toward the long tent in the mouth of the Paladin.

When he arrived outside Bruce's tent, he happened to meet an indifferent Ambrose opening the curtain and led a group of paladins, including Bruce, out of the tent.

A group of paladins saw him and flocked to him to marry him.

Since Guangming Shengzi has already signed a contract with their heads, no matter what the actual situation, they must be respectful to the bright Son on the bright side.

It should have been arranged before the service, the paladins after leaving the ceremony, they have left, leaving only the head of the Paladin.

Ambrose finally bent down and kissed the back of his hand. The blue eyes were filled with starlight, and he stared at him softly. He leaned closer and asked thoughtfully: "Good morning, is your body still comfortable?" ”

He Wei: "...just fine."

The head of the Paladin seems to have completely calmed down today. He did not see the cold and cruel shadow of last night. After gently caring about his body, he sent an invitation to him: "So His Royal Highness Cecil, please and me. Let's reinforce the enchantment together."

It is very difficult to reinforce it on the basis of advanced defensive enchantment. Among all the bishops and paladins here, only the level of divine power of both of them can accomplish this task relatively easily.

In the process of reinforcing the enchantment, the head of the Paladin and his article described the result of the deliberation that he was absent because of his physical condition this morning: "Because there are orcs with unknown strength, we decided to temporarily take this time. After the task is pushed back, strengthen the defense and solve the orc's affairs first."

Maybe thinking of some bad things, Ambrose’s eyes have become more profound, almost threatening and he stressed: “His Royal Cecil, especially you, can’t walk out of enchantment without me. step."

He nodded, and in turn comforted him: "Don't worry too much about me, the ability to protect yourself is still there."

The potential of this body is enormous. In the original trajectory, Cecil was able to launch a ban on light when the Pope banned part of the trial. This time, with defense, it will certainly not be worse.

However, Ambrose didn't know his thoughts. He just glanced at him deeply. In the end, he couldn't help but say: "As long as you obey, Cecil, this time I will never allow you to be willful again."

He Wei: "..."

It seems that the label he likes to die in the heart of the Paladin is completely impossible to get rid of.

In the next half day, Ambrose has been busy and calm, commanding the Paladins to create a variety of dangers around, and to prepare some small surprises for the "guest" who can't find the trace.

However, He Wei looked at the head of the Paladin in the sun and looked beautiful, but he saw a deep hidden haze in his eyebrows.

He can be sure that Ambrose's current calm is only forcibly disguised, and he is still in extreme unhappiness.

He only temporarily suppressed it, and it is still necessary to vent this stagnation in the morning and evening.

And the way the leader of the sacred Paladin is venting is --

He Yan sighed deeply, glaring at the unattended, and quite awkwardly touching his ass.

Although there is no sense of a sense of healing that he has been cured by treatment now, the soreness that is overused and can't rest for a moment is really a second time.

However, before he became Ambrose's "punching bag" again, a more suitable air outlet appeared in the prescribed scene on time according to the script.

The orc family deserves to be the winner of the "Delan continent's most unwilling to brain" race. The 18-year champion is estimated to be the orc patriarch's own orc who not only came to their camp for two consecutive nights, but also The second time, I stepped into the trap of setting up an afternoon in the heat of the paladins.

The elves are natural trap experts. The dangers guided by Ambrose are extremely hidden and difficult. After the orcs fall into them, they struggled for a long time, until the movements brought all the bishops and paladins. Did not get out of the trap.

In the end, I heard only a wrathful beast, a strong lion who was bigger than two adult men and muscled and lumpy, jumped out of the trap, and the mane exploded and appeared in the armed holy In front of the knights.

Looking at the beast in front of him is almost two or three times as many fierce orcs, the head of the Paladin has revealed the first sincere smile of today.

He pulled out his sword at the waist and shone with the cold light in the moonlight. He told the paladin on the side that he had "protected the Son" and greeted the angry orcs.

Because both sides were angry, one person and one beast quickly became a group, and under the intentional guidance of Ambrose, the battlefields of the two men were farther and farther away from the camp, and gradually moved toward the depths of the night. .

The paladins who did not join the battle were obviously worried about the safety of their heads and hurriedly asked if he would go to support.

He Yuguo stopped them and stopped them: "The orc is very strong, but it is far from the opponent of Ambrose. Since he chose to fight alone, I don't think you have to disturb their battles in the past."

The night of the night is the base of the elves, and Ambrose enters the possibility of taking advantage of it; the lion is obviously the animal that can exert its maximum strength in the flat open area, and the environment of the forest is against the orc patriarch. The words are not friendly.

Because the head of the group had told them to protect the bright Son before leaving, then they defaulted to the command of the Son for the time being. The Paladin was a highly disciplined team, so even after someone spoke, even if someone He did not fully agree with him, but all the paladins stayed where they were.

He Yan listened to the beasts who came from time to time in the distance, and his eyes gradually became distant.

Let Ambrose vent it.

Waiting for him to behave in a good mood, maybe his **** can be less affected tonight.