Chapter 501
The Fallen Moro
Chapter 501 The Fallen Moro
In my impression, Morrow's hands are very powerful, but when his hands are grabbing my wrist, I can't feel any strength.
I looked at his wrist subconsciously, and was surprised to find that there was a scarlet scar on his wrist. I immediately realized that Mo Luo's tendons had been severed.
"Mr. Morrow, what happened to your hand?" I asked hastily.
Moreau didn't answer, but stood up with difficulty supporting my shoulders, and then he walked to the wine table next to him with the bottle of whiskey in his arms. Only then did I realize that he was also struggling to walk. One foot moved a step forward, while the other foot dragged behind. Obviously, one of his feet was also useless.
"Mr. Moreau."
"Wu Dao, why did you think of coming to England to see me?" "Moro waved at me and said; "Come and have a drink with me." "
I walked over there and sat across from Moreau. He originally wanted to open a bottle of wine and pour me a glass, but unfortunately, his right hand didn't even have the strength to open the bottle cap.
"Let me do it."
I took the wine bottle next to Moreau, then opened the bottle cap, poured myself a glass, and then wanted to pour another glass for Moreau, but what I didn't expect was that he directly took the whole bottle of wine in my hand He took them all, and drank all the wine in the bottle with a gulp.
I didn't drink the glass of wine in front of me, but stared at Moreau intently, and said, "I was found by Donald and the others. I have almost understood the situation on your side. Teacher Morrow, I think you are now Should cheer up."
As if he didn't hear me at all, Mo Luo continued to drink the last drop of wine in the bottle. He looked at the mouth of the bottle, stood up after confirming that there was no more wine in it, and then He limped towards the bar and walked over there.
At this time, there was a young waiter standing at the bar, and he saw what happened just now, so the waiter was quite frightened, and when he saw Mo Luo walking towards him When he came, the waiter's expression became extremely unnatural.
"Hey, buddy, open a bottle for me." Mo Luo came to the waiter, his voice full of decadence and hoarseness.
The waiter frowned slightly, and then said politely: "Sir, you have already drunk a lot. We have regulations here. I'm sorry that we can't sell you any more alcohol."
Mo Luo became angry all of a sudden, and then picked up the waiter's collar with his left hand, and said viciously, "Do you know who I am?"
"gentlemen."
Mo Luo unceremoniously wanted to lift the waiter up, which was completely easy for him before, but now Mo Luo is blushing, but the waiter is motionless, and the waiter may also be caught by the waiter later. Terrified, he pushed Mo Luo subconsciously, but unexpectedly pushed Mo Luo to the ground with ease.
"fuck."
Mo Luo cursed and got up from the ground unsteadily. Donald and the others wanted to help him, but I stopped him.
All of this was seen by me. When Mo Luo, the majestic god of death, was reduced to the point of bullying the bartender in other people's bars, he was even pushed to the ground by others.
"Dude, you heard me clearly, I am the god of death, the god of death who is in charge of the lives of you ants."
While speaking, Moreau was about to rush towards the waiter again, but I immediately picked up the glass of whiskey next to him and moved in front of Moreau, blocking his way.
"Wu Dao, what are you doing, you are blocking my way."
"You're a waste." I unceremoniously poured the wine in my hand onto his face, and then grabbed his collar: "Be sober, do you know what you look like now?"
"Wu Dao, get out of the way and give me wine."
"Drink your mother."
I unceremoniously smashed the cup in my hand on Mo Luo's head, blood flowed down his forehead immediately, and the surrounding atmosphere froze for a moment, while Mo Luo just stood there dumbfoundedly watching looking at me, as if it never occurred to me that I would hit him with a wine glass.
Without saying a word, I dragged Moreau out of the bar like a dead dog, while Donald and the others followed me all the way without saying a word.
After 10 minutes, we came to the top of a clock tower in this small town. This clock tower is the tallest building in the whole town, and we can see the whole town from here.
I threw Moro on the ground on the roof, and then asked Donald to fetch a bucket of cold water from a small lake not far away, and then poured the whole basin of cold water on Moro.
Mo Luo was immediately splashed like a drowned chicken, and he lay on the ground panting heavily, his face still numb and decadent.
I shook my head helplessly, then squatted down and looked at him and said, "Mr. Morrow, this is not the you I know, don't let me down."
Mo Luo looked at me and didn't speak, but just smiled. His smile didn't look charming at all, and he even had a feeling of lovelessness.
"Do you know how much effort Donald and the others have made to find me in China?" I immediately said, "They did not hesitate to hijack a whole class of students, and they were almost wiped out by our domestic military. In order to find me, and then come to England to help you regain your fighting spirit."
"Besides, before they came to China, there were dozens of them. When they finally arrived in China, there were only three of them left. They sacrificed their lives to help the god of death revive. As the leader of the god of death, you Do you think you are worthy of your fellows after sinking here?"
Mo Luo's facial muscles trembled slightly, and he seemed to be in great pain. Finally, he looked at me with his cloudy eyes and said, "Wu Dao, you'd better go back, you can't help here, we It is impossible to fight against the blood race."
"If you don't try, how do you know you can't fight?"
"What should I use to fight them?" Mo Luo stretched out his right hand towards me, and at the same time pointed to his left leg, saying: "It's crippled, not only my whole body's strength is crippled, but even my hand is crippled." One kick was also crippled, and my death scythe was also smashed by a prince of the blood clan, I am not as good as an ordinary person now, what else do you think I can use to fight other blood clans?"
"The blood emperor of the blood race killed our king, he took away our king's heart, and took away the Holy Grail of the Holy See of Light, and he will be able to resurrect a blood ancestor in a short time. Do you know what the blood ancestor is? Use your In terms of Dongfang's strength division, it is legendary level, Wu Dao, legendary level powerhouse, do you think we have a slight chance of winning against them?"
When it comes to the legendary level, my nerves can't help but tense. Indeed, with the level of power we are involved in today, the legendary level is definitely an unshakable mountain. If the blood king of the blood clan really revives a legendary level powerhouse, Then we really have no chance of winning.
"However, hasn't the ancestor of the blood race been successfully resurrected?" I said immediately: "So, while the ancestor of the blood race has not been resurrected, the god of death may still have a slight chance of winning. Once the ancestor is resurrected If you succeed, then you really have no chance of winning."
"No, Wu Dao, even if the ancestor has not been resurrected, we cannot have the slightest chance of winning against the powerful blood emperor of the blood race."
From Mo Luo's tone, I can't hear any fighting spirit at all. In my eyes, he is completely useless now. An unknown fire rose from the bottom of my heart. I punched him without hesitation. It hit Mo Luo on the face: "Mo Luo, you fucking let me down, I don't understand, why did you become like this, where did your fighting spirit go?"
Mo Luo was beaten so badly that his nose bleeds, and then he looked at me with the expression of a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water. His expression really made me feel very helpless and speechless.
"Wu Dao, you have never experienced this, so you will never experience such a feeling." A trace of unconcealable sadness appeared on Mo Luo's face, and his eye sockets also turned red at this time, and there were even tears The light swirled in his eyes: "Our king is dead, and four of the seven gods of death have died. You know that one of the four dead is my fiancée. We are going to get married soon, but she Dead, do you know how she died?"
Speaking of this, Mo Luo's expression became extremely ferocious, and he was twitching non-stop, as if in great pain: "She was killed, and the person who killed him was my best brother."
(End of this chapter)
In my impression, Morrow's hands are very powerful, but when his hands are grabbing my wrist, I can't feel any strength.
I looked at his wrist subconsciously, and was surprised to find that there was a scarlet scar on his wrist. I immediately realized that Mo Luo's tendons had been severed.
"Mr. Morrow, what happened to your hand?" I asked hastily.
Moreau didn't answer, but stood up with difficulty supporting my shoulders, and then he walked to the wine table next to him with the bottle of whiskey in his arms. Only then did I realize that he was also struggling to walk. One foot moved a step forward, while the other foot dragged behind. Obviously, one of his feet was also useless.
"Mr. Moreau."
"Wu Dao, why did you think of coming to England to see me?" "Moro waved at me and said; "Come and have a drink with me." "
I walked over there and sat across from Moreau. He originally wanted to open a bottle of wine and pour me a glass, but unfortunately, his right hand didn't even have the strength to open the bottle cap.
"Let me do it."
I took the wine bottle next to Moreau, then opened the bottle cap, poured myself a glass, and then wanted to pour another glass for Moreau, but what I didn't expect was that he directly took the whole bottle of wine in my hand He took them all, and drank all the wine in the bottle with a gulp.
I didn't drink the glass of wine in front of me, but stared at Moreau intently, and said, "I was found by Donald and the others. I have almost understood the situation on your side. Teacher Morrow, I think you are now Should cheer up."
As if he didn't hear me at all, Mo Luo continued to drink the last drop of wine in the bottle. He looked at the mouth of the bottle, stood up after confirming that there was no more wine in it, and then He limped towards the bar and walked over there.
At this time, there was a young waiter standing at the bar, and he saw what happened just now, so the waiter was quite frightened, and when he saw Mo Luo walking towards him When he came, the waiter's expression became extremely unnatural.
"Hey, buddy, open a bottle for me." Mo Luo came to the waiter, his voice full of decadence and hoarseness.
The waiter frowned slightly, and then said politely: "Sir, you have already drunk a lot. We have regulations here. I'm sorry that we can't sell you any more alcohol."
Mo Luo became angry all of a sudden, and then picked up the waiter's collar with his left hand, and said viciously, "Do you know who I am?"
"gentlemen."
Mo Luo unceremoniously wanted to lift the waiter up, which was completely easy for him before, but now Mo Luo is blushing, but the waiter is motionless, and the waiter may also be caught by the waiter later. Terrified, he pushed Mo Luo subconsciously, but unexpectedly pushed Mo Luo to the ground with ease.
"fuck."
Mo Luo cursed and got up from the ground unsteadily. Donald and the others wanted to help him, but I stopped him.
All of this was seen by me. When Mo Luo, the majestic god of death, was reduced to the point of bullying the bartender in other people's bars, he was even pushed to the ground by others.
"Dude, you heard me clearly, I am the god of death, the god of death who is in charge of the lives of you ants."
While speaking, Moreau was about to rush towards the waiter again, but I immediately picked up the glass of whiskey next to him and moved in front of Moreau, blocking his way.
"Wu Dao, what are you doing, you are blocking my way."
"You're a waste." I unceremoniously poured the wine in my hand onto his face, and then grabbed his collar: "Be sober, do you know what you look like now?"
"Wu Dao, get out of the way and give me wine."
"Drink your mother."
I unceremoniously smashed the cup in my hand on Mo Luo's head, blood flowed down his forehead immediately, and the surrounding atmosphere froze for a moment, while Mo Luo just stood there dumbfoundedly watching looking at me, as if it never occurred to me that I would hit him with a wine glass.
Without saying a word, I dragged Moreau out of the bar like a dead dog, while Donald and the others followed me all the way without saying a word.
After 10 minutes, we came to the top of a clock tower in this small town. This clock tower is the tallest building in the whole town, and we can see the whole town from here.
I threw Moro on the ground on the roof, and then asked Donald to fetch a bucket of cold water from a small lake not far away, and then poured the whole basin of cold water on Moro.
Mo Luo was immediately splashed like a drowned chicken, and he lay on the ground panting heavily, his face still numb and decadent.
I shook my head helplessly, then squatted down and looked at him and said, "Mr. Morrow, this is not the you I know, don't let me down."
Mo Luo looked at me and didn't speak, but just smiled. His smile didn't look charming at all, and he even had a feeling of lovelessness.
"Do you know how much effort Donald and the others have made to find me in China?" I immediately said, "They did not hesitate to hijack a whole class of students, and they were almost wiped out by our domestic military. In order to find me, and then come to England to help you regain your fighting spirit."
"Besides, before they came to China, there were dozens of them. When they finally arrived in China, there were only three of them left. They sacrificed their lives to help the god of death revive. As the leader of the god of death, you Do you think you are worthy of your fellows after sinking here?"
Mo Luo's facial muscles trembled slightly, and he seemed to be in great pain. Finally, he looked at me with his cloudy eyes and said, "Wu Dao, you'd better go back, you can't help here, we It is impossible to fight against the blood race."
"If you don't try, how do you know you can't fight?"
"What should I use to fight them?" Mo Luo stretched out his right hand towards me, and at the same time pointed to his left leg, saying: "It's crippled, not only my whole body's strength is crippled, but even my hand is crippled." One kick was also crippled, and my death scythe was also smashed by a prince of the blood clan, I am not as good as an ordinary person now, what else do you think I can use to fight other blood clans?"
"The blood emperor of the blood race killed our king, he took away our king's heart, and took away the Holy Grail of the Holy See of Light, and he will be able to resurrect a blood ancestor in a short time. Do you know what the blood ancestor is? Use your In terms of Dongfang's strength division, it is legendary level, Wu Dao, legendary level powerhouse, do you think we have a slight chance of winning against them?"
When it comes to the legendary level, my nerves can't help but tense. Indeed, with the level of power we are involved in today, the legendary level is definitely an unshakable mountain. If the blood king of the blood clan really revives a legendary level powerhouse, Then we really have no chance of winning.
"However, hasn't the ancestor of the blood race been successfully resurrected?" I said immediately: "So, while the ancestor of the blood race has not been resurrected, the god of death may still have a slight chance of winning. Once the ancestor is resurrected If you succeed, then you really have no chance of winning."
"No, Wu Dao, even if the ancestor has not been resurrected, we cannot have the slightest chance of winning against the powerful blood emperor of the blood race."
From Mo Luo's tone, I can't hear any fighting spirit at all. In my eyes, he is completely useless now. An unknown fire rose from the bottom of my heart. I punched him without hesitation. It hit Mo Luo on the face: "Mo Luo, you fucking let me down, I don't understand, why did you become like this, where did your fighting spirit go?"
Mo Luo was beaten so badly that his nose bleeds, and then he looked at me with the expression of a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water. His expression really made me feel very helpless and speechless.
"Wu Dao, you have never experienced this, so you will never experience such a feeling." A trace of unconcealable sadness appeared on Mo Luo's face, and his eye sockets also turned red at this time, and there were even tears The light swirled in his eyes: "Our king is dead, and four of the seven gods of death have died. You know that one of the four dead is my fiancée. We are going to get married soon, but she Dead, do you know how she died?"
Speaking of this, Mo Luo's expression became extremely ferocious, and he was twitching non-stop, as if in great pain: "She was killed, and the person who killed him was my best brother."
(End of this chapter)