This sentence made the young princess frown. She had a more intuitive understanding of the dark thoughts of the old men. Although she was unwilling to do so, she couldn't be pretentious anymore after what others had said.

So, after Her Royal Highness spent a few seconds convincing herself, she turned around, waved her hand to Gaboa, and said:

"My noble pirate Loa, please be my envoy to discuss my glory with your colleagues."

"As you command, Your Highness."

The pirate god accepted the job without any psychological pressure.

But the next moment, he raised his head and asked seriously:

"But the 'travel fee' for this negotiation...how do you plan to settle it?"

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At the edge of the chaotic tribute altar, two deadly ghosts, Black and Maiev, jumped back and forth around Frost King Malak, like two flying deadly sharp knives dancing a fatal waltz.

Every close attack would put tremendous pressure on Malak. Within five minutes of the battle, Malak was already as bloody as a man.

"I guess I can sell your head or magic spirit for a good price."

The malice from Blake turned into cold and ridiculing words that echoed in Malak's ears, like a ghost's whisper that made it difficult to distinguish the source of the sound.

Layers of frost storms wrapped around the Frost King, just like the moving ice storm that could freeze any creature or weapon that came close to him.

But unfortunately, such outstanding "magic and martial arts" combat skills are not enough to give Malak an upper hand in the war against pirates.

"Let me calculate it carefully. Your magic essence will be sold to the Golden Dynasty as trophies, your soul will be thrown to the Lich King to make evil weapons, and your body will be awakened by the natural disasters to become a supreme ice killer.

.

As for your head...

Haha, I want to use it to please myself,

I'm going to take it back to my cabin as a collection."

The smelly pirate keeps waving his "blade of bullying" in the shadows.

With absolute strength forming a crushing situation, these two knives are simply as brave in this battle as the madman Apocalypse or the Ashbringer in Fenner's hands.

Each slash and slash they make transfers Malak's power to the pirate.

Under this ebb and flow, Malak's battle pressure became more and more intense.

In addition to the stinky pirates who oppressed the Frost King both physically and psychologically, Malak also had to face a warden lady hiding in the darkness, which made the Frost King feel increasingly slim about his chances of winning.

But this is definitely not because he is weak.

When Blake first met Malak, this guy was a leader among legendary warriors. Now he has wielded a butcher knife against his Loa under the threat of the undead natural disaster. Roughly absorbing divine power will only make him stronger.

He has even reached the threshold of being a demigod. For any warrior, this rate of progress is perfect.

The only problem is that he picked the wrong opponent.

"clang"

In the blast of the frost-covered wind, the double axes swung by Malak knocked Maiev out of the shadows in front of him under the crazy slaughter, but the silent warden lady swung the knife wheel to complete the classic defense and let Frost

Wang's wave of fatal blows was in vain.

When Malak mobilized his divine power to prepare for another breakthrough, the time that belonged to him completely returned to zero at this moment.

"puff"

The sharp blade entered the body, and blood burst out.

The brutal-looking pirate blade cut through the Frost King's armor from behind, and pierced his heart extremely fatally. Such an injury could hardly be considered fatal to a troll with its natural self-healing ability.

But the problem is, Blake never has just one attack.

Maiev stepped forward with a knife wheel in hand and stabbed, knocking away the ice ax in Malak's hands. Blake's other knife slid along Malak's neck, and the void impact attached to the blade made the Frost King finally

resistance breaks down.

"More than two years ago, you should have listened to my prophecy..."

Blake said in Malak's ear:

"I gave you a chance to choose."

"No! It was your dark prophecy that pushed me to this point!"

Malak roared and struggled, as angry as the mammoth god when he faced death just now.

He screamed:

"It was precisely because of the prophecy you left me that I chose to sacrifice those useless Loa in the face of total defeat! It was not you who predicted that I would become the 'King of Godslayers'!

It was you who shaped it with your own hands!

Don't think I don't know. It was you who resurrected Lothar, who created the undead natural disaster, and who shaped me...You are personally pushing me towards the desperate fate you predicted.

This is all caused by you!

You crazy person!"

"Ah, I admit that what you said is right, and every word is a pearl. Your noble Majesty Malak, you have understood the meaning of the name 'Black Prophet' without any teacher."

Black held down the Frost King's struggling head.

As the sharp butcher's machete fell, he whispered:

"But if fate doesn't go according to my words, how can it reflect my prophet's ability to predict events like a god? Stop struggling, your death is not useless...

I've been waiting for you leek for two years...

I said that.
Chapter completed!