Villain Lord: Both The Player And The Protagonist Want To Kill Me

Chapter 114 Freedom ♂

So now comes the problem.

Do you want to get your token back?

Perlo Dreadhammer is a very face-conscious kobold. It was okay to say that he had no intention of joining in the fun at first, but now he suddenly stopped going.

What would the desert dragons and kobolds under its command think of it?

They would definitely laugh at it because it was afraid of the Second Prince's army, so it suddenly withdrew its order.

But is Pelo Hammer afraid?

Of course it is not afraid. The second prince's men are just some warg cavalry, which are not enough to watch in front of its flying dragon troops.

Besides, it was just for a look, not to start a fight. This wave is called early shock!

Think about it this way.

Pero Terrorhammer's mood immediately improved a lot.

It suddenly felt.

It wouldn’t be a bad thing to go there and check it out.

It was his staff who were thoughtful, and Allen was obviously thinking about it.

Want to make it more prestigious in the military.

In order not to disgust myself.

He even made a point of giving advice when he was happy.

What a great staff.

Perlo Dreadhammer couldn't help but burst into tears, and his love for Allen grew even more. Unfortunately, he was not a female kobold.

…

In the military formation of the third prince of the Orc Royal Court, Allen had just conveyed Pelo's military order and immediately returned to his tent alone.

Just got back to the tent.

Allen pursed his lips and quickly took out a bottle of perfume from under the bedclothes.

Take a deep breath.

"I feel comfortable..."

"Damn it, it's really sour. Let me go. The guards at Your Majesty's place don't feel so sore even if they don't wash their feet for a month."

Aarons didn't know how to describe the smell. The sour smell came not only from the rancid fur, but also from the sour smell of fermented saliva.

All in all, very disgusting.

"Your Majesty, I have paid a lot to bring this army here!"

"The key is, it also betrayed the color!"

As Aarons chanted, he drew twisted symbols on a small parchment scroll.

[According to the marching speed of the kobold army, it will take about three days to reach the border of the Andorra Empire]

[The colors of the desert dragon and the dragon in Winter City are different, they are shit yellow]

[Be sure to remember to disguise yourself with this color, otherwise you will be confused]

Wait until you finish drawing these symbols.

Aarons checked it over several times.

After confirming that there were no omissions, he took out a copper pipe and stuffed the parchment roll into it.

"Gugu, I've wronged you."

Aarons grumbled, took out a palm-sized dove from his pocket, and carefully tied the copper pipe to the dove's feet.

This swift pigeon is obviously humane.

It tentatively shook the copper pipe on its paw, and after finding that it was very firm, it immediately raised its head and "cooed" twice at Aarons.

It seems to indicate that it is ready.

"Give the secret message to His Majesty the Winter King. Remember to fly low to avoid being eaten by those flying monsters. I will give you extra food when you come back."

The swift pigeon named Gugu nodded her little head.

It rubbed against Aarons' fingers.

Expressed some reluctance.

Then, under the signal from Aarons's eyes, he immediately flew out through the gap in the tent.

At this moment, the sunset has set.

A black curtain covers the desolate desert.

There is no need to worry about being discovered when the Swift Pigeon is flying. After all, its body is so petite that even those flying dragons are too lazy to pay attention to it.

Aarons watched his Gugu leave with tears in his eyes.

Then, he knelt down and took out a box.

Open gently.

There are actually more than a dozen swift pigeons hiding here, looking around with curious expressions on their faces.

"Guagua, Taotao, Guoguo, Huihui...I have wronged you."

"Pu Linlin——"

In the dim night.

More than ten swift pigeons flew out one after another.

Flying towards the direction of the Winter City army.

…

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Winter City military formation.

"Master, ah~"

There was a sweet smile on Loli's lips.

The red lips were slightly opened, making a soft and waxy sound.

Her white and warm little hands seemed to have a soft highlight in the sun.

The pink fingertips pinched the honey biscuit and gently stuffed it into his master's mouth.

"Not bad, not bad, delicious, ho ho ho ho~"

Xi Wei squinted his eyes.

While receiving feeding.

He also didn't forget to gently curl the little maid's finger, which made the little maid couldn't help but moan.

At this moment, he was lying on his back on Kang Nai's broad back, flying slowly, with his head resting on Roy's smooth and white thighs, not to mention how comfortable it was.

Behind Kangnai.

There are more than 300 players who have changed careers and become flying dragons.

They basically have people on them.

But even so, there is no way to catch up with all players.

After all, the number of Feilong players is still too small.

And underneath the flying troops.

More than fifty star mages and priests followed closely on their horses.

The line of sight gradually increased, and behind the cavalry troops, a group of players without vehicles were running, sweating profusely, in full swing.

"Damn it, I'm drunk. King Winter is not a human being. Can't he be considerate of us players who don't have vehicles?!"

"Say less, say something...speak and your stamina bar will drop faster!"

"Come and see God! I am too!"

One player's startled breath attracted everyone's attention.

They looked for the sound.

I saw the people from the Xuanjia Camp Guild running wildly. Their formation was neat and not even scattered at all.

What's even stranger is that each of them looks calm and composed.

The forefront of the Xuanjia Camp Union.

The leader of the team is their president, whose ID is called Alin.

After a while, when you call me A Lin, you still look expressionless and calm.

The only thing I can say is that there is something special about it.

That might be because he was dressed a little strangely.

He was bare-chested, showing off his strong muscles, but he was wearing a pair of suspenders, and his whole person exuded a cold and philosophical aura.

In a moment of leisure, I ran next to someone who called me A Lin.

He was a little strange. It had been a long time since he had seen a player called me A Lin. Before, he remembered that this player was still a humble gentleman.

Why has he completely turned into a muscular guy now?

What happened during this time?

As if he noticed the leisurely gaze for a moment, he told me that Alin kept running at a pace and just turned his head slightly.

That originally expressionless face.

Suddenly a philosophical smile appeared.

"Brother Youxian, do you want to join the Xuanjia Camp Trade Union? Huhhhhh..."

"We have the most professional fitness coaches here to create the most comprehensive fitness plan for you and carefully shape every muscle of yours. Whoops..."

"As long as you join us, you can run around in the sun like us, exuding the breath of freedom~"

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There is one more chapter to wait. QAQ overslept.

Xuanjia Camp Volume 2, Chapter 18