Film Academy? What is it?

With a trembling confusion and confusion, Crabs raised his left hand and smashed to the ground with a trembling left hand, splashing some fallen leaves and dust.

The rotten and broken flesh and bones contaminated with "mold spots" quickly turned into a pool of foul pus, eroding and corroding the ground as if they had lost the support of some kind of power.

"No, what's going on?" Modrian gently patted the soil between his fingers and looked at the sudden change in front of him helplessly. He was thinking about whether Krabs could get some information about the gods during his anger. Now he was dead. It seemed that his inner plan was empty.

As for Crabs' desire for knowledge before his death, he pretended not to see it and didn't need to explain clearly why he had to explain it.

Trepidation!

The white light of fish belly appeared in the sky, sparse starry light, and the morning light jumped out of the dark night and fell on the earth.

The soaring sky blue blue birds swept down from the sky, and the green breeze blew away the leaves in the forest, then fell on Modrian's shoulder, and a soft murmur sounded.

"There are three legendary powerful men coming quickly?" Modrian looked surprised and subconsciously looked down at the soil at his feet. Could it be that this imitation of the artifact?

Immediately, he recalled the "miserable" story told by Krabs, which seemed to have a battle with the Lizardman Temple. It was in Kuroki Province, which was in line with the information mentioned by the robbers.

The energy of life is stirring up and the soil is blown away. Modrian looks at the pus again. He thinks about it and doesn't care. Sometimes things don't have to be done too perfectly, so it's best to leave room.

After a cup of tea, three old figures flying in the sky emerged from afar. The dark green scaled skin was wearing a red and white robe. The thorns on the top of their heads were flashing in the morning light. The hideous lizard's head had fangs revealed.

Priest of the Lizardman Temple! Modri ​​narrowed his eyes slightly. The other party clearly noticed their aura, but he still flew over without hesitation. Is it relying on his own legendary strength?

"It is indeed a primitive reptile human creature. Even if a wise civilization that has been born for thousands of years, it cannot change the barbarity in the heart!"

Dryus stood in front of Modrien, holding the black cutter behind him in his right hand, and Kennan was the same. The purple lightning was undecided, and silver-gray shuriken appeared in each of his hands.

"Don't be so nervous!" Modrian looked at the Yodel in front of him and said with a chuckling, his expression was very relaxed and natural, just three legendary priests of the Lizardman, and it was not the arrival of the Lizardman God.

The white air flow stormed, lifting up fallen leaves and subtle dust that covered the field of vision, and the invisible power enveloped the woods.

Modrian looked up at the legendary priest of the Lizardman floating in the air and said, "Don't you know what happened to the three who came down to Valoran?"

"Waloran's Collar!" Shu Daya looked at the human nobles and their followers below, and a touch of solemnity flashed in her golden vertical pupils. She felt an inexplicable danger from the burly man with gray and silver hair.

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

"We? Valoran is my territory. It seems that it is not good for you to break in like this, right?" Modrian said, maintaining etiquette. No matter what the other party is from, at least his attitude and etiquette must be shown.

"snort!"

The cold spiritual wave exploded in the air, shaking the spirit of everyone present. Fortunately, Modrian's strength has taken a deeper step on the road of the Knightmaster. With the protection of Garna, there is no obstacle, but it seems unreasonable to suddenly exert his power.

"We are the priests of the Lizardman Temple. This time we came to pursue a lost object." Roderick saw his powerlessness and had no achievements, his face looked surprised. Then he pointed to the foul-smelling pus not far away in front of him and said in a deep voice: "Where is the situation?"

Modrian showed a smiley expression on his face and gently tidied up his clothes: "We also noticed abnormal fluctuations and rushed here, not very clear about the specific situation."

The atmosphere of silence suddenly came, and the three lizardmen temple priests looked at each other, and a dangerous aura appeared in their golden pupils. The stinky pus and they noticed some traces of that guy, and then looked at the eroding and corrupted ground, which looked like a human corpse.

Dead? So where did that artifact imitation go? Roderick frowned slightly, and he looked down at the group of humans. There was a faint danger hidden nearby in his perception, and he was a little hesitant in his heart, and finally greedy tore everything apart. He needed that artifact imitation, not only for his own strength, but also for the coming divine grace to compete for power.

"I hope Lord Lord and his followers can let us search, including the space ring, after all, it is something lost in the Lizardman Temple. We are responsible for this, do you think so?!" After saying that, the legendary power was revealed, oppressing everyone in the woods.

Modrian looked at the three Lizardman Temple priests who were hiding their triangles, with a cold smile on their fair faces. It was very interesting. The imitation of the artifact that hated the God of Plague became something lost in the Lizardman Temple?

Then is the surround that you want to use your power to suppress others? With the strength of your own legend, plus the Lizardman Temple behind it.

Unlike the temples in other countries, the Lizardmen feared the gods in the form of religion. They were led by shamans, responsible for presiding the rituals and worshiping Samu Anya, the god of the Lizardmen. Therefore, in the Kingdom of Beshilik, the Lizardmen Temple was supreme.

"If I refuse?" He hated what others forced him to do, especially after mastering the Valoran Colonel, this feeling almost never appeared. Unexpectedly, these lizard men were really domineering, and did he think this was the Kingdom of Bechlik!

"Sorry, we might have to do it myself!"

Roderick's hideous face appeared with a cold smile, mixed with a bit of bloody and ambitious human aristocrats. Unfortunately, in his long river of life, he encountered countless human aristocrats who resisted like this, and all of them were crushed and ashes in his hands.

Legendary forces? So what? The Lizardman Temple will not be afraid of any legendary forces. Over thousands of years, it has destroyed many legendary forces that dare to offend the temple.

"Then you don't have to do it, let's do it yourself!" Modrian tilted his head and looked at Roderick in the air, his eyes full of cold and indifferent.

Are the priests in these groups of Lizardman Temple broken? Do you dare to be so arrogant in other people's territory? Or is the reputation of my Valoran leader still silent!?
Chapter completed!