Chapter 1798 I want to duel with you

Hailis strolled out.

But she still held a head in her hand.

When everyone saw Hailis coming out of Death Canyon, they all made way.

"Hailis, in principle we have no objection to you killing people, but we cannot tolerate the birth of a pervert. If you throw away this head, we will still be our own people," West said.

"I'm not a pervert..." Hailis threw her head on the ground helplessly: "I just want what's in his head."

"Okay, next time you lift your head, can you find something to hold it up?"

"I don't have anything to wrap up. My clothes are very expensive, and I don't want to use them to wrap up this disgusting head." Hailis said.

"Find something that can be packed by yourself. By the way, how long will it take for you to extract the contents of this head? Can it be done in Norway? Or do you need to take it back home?"

"It takes longer."

"Well, it looks like I need to find a way to get this head back to our home."

Hailis glanced at the situation: "Did I miss something?"

Magri Modric saw that head.

He recognized Riblik, who he had tried his best to recruit into the Holy Fire Cult.

Of course, in the end, he personally handed over Riblick to those organizations.

So he remembered it very clearly, even after many years.

That crazy, perverted, horrible maniac full of evil.

That's an invincible madman.

Magri Modric remembers Ryblik very, very clearly!

But they reunited today, and they reunited in this way.

All that was left of Ryblik was his head.

The head's face was also full of shock and astonishment.

how so? Who is that girl in black?

How could she kill Riblik?

How could that horrible lunatic be killed by a girl?

"Hailis, don't rob me. I want that person called the Tyrant to survive... West, you should also be prepared. He also needs to be sent back to the headquarters." Jolene Nash said.

"Which one is called the tyrant?" Hailis asked curiously: "Which one is it? Very powerful, right? You have to be at least one-tenth as powerful as the president to dare to be called this name."

"That's that guy." Jolene Nash pointed at Magri Modric: "But now this nickname belongs to me. He has a magic and I like it very much."

Magri Modric suddenly felt a little chilly.

He caught Haley's gaze.

He found that Hailis was somewhat interested in him.

This girl had just killed Riblik.

Magri Modric doesn't think he can compete with Riblik.

I don't even think that I can fight against the person who killed Riblik.

This is a real level crushing.

"Okay, okay, I won't do anything." Hailis shrugged.

In fact, her magic has not yet returned.

In the battle with Riblik just now, she used the Abyss Demon.

Now it cannot be said that there is no fighting ability at all.

But it's definitely not at its peak state.

The battle in Death Canyon just now also satisfied her.

So for now, she doesn't want to take action yet.

Furthermore, these enemies are really too weak compared to Riblik.

Several of the main players among them did not take action.

Two-thirds of it has been collected.

Now only a third of the people are left.

No one from the Holy Fire Cult, including Magri Modric, expected this.

These Americans are so strong.

"Run away..." I don't know who shouted.

However, they could not escape the man-eating beast.

White-faced Ghost Tetsu likes this kind of slashing game of chasing fish and escaping.

Except for Gaikira who needed to supervise White Faced Ghost Tetsu, everyone else stayed where they were.

Jolene Nash looked at Magri Modric with a smile on her face.

"Look, give me the magic just now, and then I will let you leave."

Magri Modric's face turned pale.

But Delin's face was even paler.

Because he suddenly realized the mistake he had made.

He had misjudged these Americans.

Along the way, these Americans never really took action.

But this does not mean that they have no strength.

The most important thing is that he is a traitor.

The thing that is more hated than the enemy is the betrayer.

For example, in Germany after World War II, ordinary soldiers would not go to military courts.

Because they are just manipulated pawns.

Only those generals and leaders were court-martialed.

And the betrayers.

Magri Modric's eyes flickered as he looked for a chance to break through.

The only thing he was lucky about now was that he was an elemental fire type, so he didn't take risks alone, didn't go deep into the opponent's line, and always stood on the outside.

So he was thinking about turning around and running away now.

Is there such an opportunity?

"Do you want to escape?" Jolene Nash has too much combat experience.

Looking at Magri Modric's eyes, Jolene Nash guessed his intention.

Magri Modric was secretly angry, damn little girl.

Why is your intuition so sharp?

"Dharma protector... let's... let's surrender." Narev was already desperate.

Is this still the psychic from the magical desert?

It's like the national football team suddenly came to the Champions League and abused a wealthy team.

It's not a win, but a 10-0 score.

This result is so absurd and unacceptable.

"There are too few people, not enough points at all." Moed complained.

In fact, he can take care of most enemies on his own.

Magri Modric gritted his teeth and shouted: "I demand a fair duel with you. If I win, I demand the corresponding rights."

Everyone looked at Magri Modric, not sure whether they were surprised by Magri Modric's choice.

Still amazed by his courage.

In fact, Magri Modric is just giving it a try now.

He didn't think he could escape.

He was not good at speed to begin with. If he wanted to rely on his own feet to escape from the forest and the group of strong men in front of him.

It's completely impossible.

That's why he came up with this weird request.

"What if you lose?" Jolene Nash asked.

"Then I will accept to be your prisoner."

"Farke, you are a prisoner now." Jolene Nash scolded, she was not a lady.

If she were a lady, she wouldn't want to get the nickname Tyrant just because she thought it was powerful.

"If you lose, then hand over the magic." Jolene Nash said, "How about that?"

"Not very good." Magri Modric knew very well that that magic was his life-saving asset. If he handed it over, he would completely become a lamb on the opponent's chopping block.