Day 3. - Top - Spot - Small - Sayings -

Finally someone noticed something was wrong.

Because the breath is understood.

Although the Void Alliance has been broken into pieces, everyone is thinking about making the greatest contribution and keeping a distance from others.

But similar types are similar types.

Inadvertently, you can find each other's breath.

But that breath is gone.

North, and Northwest.

Dismasen, and Cassadin.

Something must have happened.

But they are already the top of the world.

Who can deal with them?

The first person to discover this was Marzaha, who was born in the same family as Kassadin. At first, he thought that Kassadin had restrained his breath and did not want to be noticed, so he secretly wanted to plan something.

But when the second person discovered, North Flatu sent him a divine thought of inquiring.

He finally realized that something was wrong.

It is impossible for both of them to disappear. Now, it is a critical moment when the void is descending.

Isn't everything they do for this moment?

There is no reason for them to disappear.

He wanted to ask for a look, but he hesitated.

Because his summoning is about to be completed, no one does not want to be the first person to open up the plane channel.

Similarly, North Flatu thought so.

He is also silent.

No one asked to go and take a look.

In terms of similar and greater interests, the choice of void creatures is no different from that of humans.

As for the other member of the Void Alliance, Bronranid, the guy who has always been calm, has been blinded by hatred at this moment.

He had no intention of taking everything outside, he just wanted to enjoy the pleasure of revenge.

He probably didn't know about this at all.

Marzaha wants to forget as soon as possible. Or ignore this matter.

But there is always a huge uneasiness that is surrounding him.

This kind of uneasiness is very similar to the first time he was summoned by the void.

Is there something terrible, is it going to happen?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but send a divine thought to Bronlanid.

But the result is that the stones sink to the sea.

All he could feel was flame and hatred.

But at least, still alive, aren't you?

So it should be fine, it should.

He comforted himself like this and began, his final call.

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But in fact.

Bronranid.

he……

He is indeed still alive.

He also has flames and hatred.

But this hatred is no longer directed at those innocent Yoders.

But, the uninvited guest in front of him.

"What the hell do you want to do?" Bronranid looked at the man in front of him who blocked all the flames, and was extremely angry.

Anyone who dares to block his revenge must die.

"Eating barbecue in the morning seems to be not good for the stomach." The uninvited guest standing in front of Bronlanid was Drizzt.

He came for breakfast again.

He dusted his top hat that was licked by the flames and muttered to himself.

"Actually, I've always been curious about why you still have such anger or hatred towards mortals when you reach the point of your life?" Drizzt was not going to give way. He looked at Bronlandid, very curious.

"Get out." Bronranid was already very impatient. If he hadn't been worried that the man in front of him had such a little strength, he would have stopped talking long ago.

"It's really rude." Drizzt shook his head, put on his top hat and began to draw cards.

"Since that's the case, then I'll give it to you, this card is ready."

He drew a card very quickly, and soon he drew a card.

yes……

"It seems that you don't want to get out of here." Bronranid finally gave up on the conversation, the possibility.

He raised his hand.

The flames contracted to his palm.

All the flames, the flames that were soaring to the sky, shrank cleanly in just a moment.

Only a projectile-like fireball was left in his palm, slowly spinning.

circulation.

"Go to death." He popped out the fireball as big as a bullet, but it seemed to throw out the entire world.

The air around him was completely burned out in an instant.

The land cracks and sinks, and every inch of visible matter evaporates into nothingness.

"I'm so anxious." Drizzt shook his head for the second time. He turned over the card he had chosen for Bronranid himself.

Mortals driven by the demon's chains.

demon.

A fool who has been completely blinded by hatred.

Just right, it suits him.

Bronranid.

"Give it to you, sad, fallen." Drizzt ignored the projectile, little sun that was about to destroy him.

Just a blink of an eye, I gave out that card.

In an instant, the card turned into two iron chains and flew towards Bronlanid, who was still angry.

He was bound and bound.

The source of iron chain control is in the hands of Drizzt.

He looked at Bronlanid in peace.

Bronranid was looking at him too.

He was angry and even a little hideous. He seemed to want to roar low and laugh.

Because that terrible little sun that was enough to burn everything has arrived in front of Drizzt.

"Safe." Drizzt blinked as if comforting him.

The next moment, a majestic figure appeared in front of Drizzt.

It is that, the former king of the world.

Lalivash.

It grew its mouth and swallowed the little sun in one bite.

The sun, constantly bombarded and burned in its body.

Finally, it comes to peace.

Bronranid grew up and seemed to be disbelief, but also unwilling to give up. He wanted to struggle and tried to struggle.
To be continued...