Chapter 947: Grote

"Bang bang bang..."

"Bang bang bang..."

"Come out, come out quickly, if you don't want to die, come out quickly!"

While yelling loudly, the robbers used their rusty broken swords, iron picks, and even wooden sticks wrapped with stones and iron pieces with ropes to knock on broken wooden shields, iron pots and other things in their hands. {щww{suimеng][lā}

Al looked at those people, frowned slightly, and said to Dimo: "These people are either crazy, or they have something to rely on, Timo, be careful."

Hearing Al's words, Dimo ​​nodded, opened the door of the carriage and walked down.

At this time, when they saw Dimo ​​who got off the carriage, those robbers were just about to come forward to grab Dimo, but when they heard a cold snort, Dimo ​​threw a fireball backhand, hitting the two people who were walking towards him. On the chest of one of the robbers.

The fireball exploded, and the robber who was hit by the fireball was immediately blown to pieces, while the other robber was thrown away under the impact of the fireball explosion, and the whole person fell heavily on a boulder by the side of the road. Blood sprayed from the man's mouth and nose, and it seemed that he would not survive.

At this time, Dimo's ferocity directly frightened these robbers, causing them to retreat again and again, but at this moment, a roar of human beings sounded from the forest beside the road, and only the sound of heavy footsteps came. With a height of 2.56 meters and an extremely strong bald head, he came out of the forest with a huge double-edged battle ax that looked like a wheel, stood in front of the robbers, and looked at Di Mo.

"Wizard, hand over food and money, I can, let you go, otherwise, only, die!"

The strong man's words were not very smooth, but his body exuded a terrifying oppressive force, which made Dimo's relaxed expression become dignified. This kind of oppressive force purely derived from the flesh Apart from Al, the strong man in front of him is definitely the first among the people Dimo ​​has seen, which shows the horror of his physical strength!

Al also felt the strength of the strong man's physical strength, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and said to Iron Hat Pound and the others: "Uncle Pound, you sit in the car, I'll go down and deal with it, that guy is easy. "

"Al, be careful. If it really doesn't work, we'll just give them the things at worst."

Hearing Iron Hat Pound's words, Al smiled and shook his head, and said, "Uncle Pound, don't worry."

After speaking, Al pushed open the car door and walked out.

He looked at Dimo ​​and said, "Dimo, go and protect the carriage, and leave the rest to me. This guy is not something you can easily deal with."

Dimo is a third-level wizard, and anyone who can be said to be unable to deal with by Al is at least a fourth-level wizard, or even higher. Therefore, after hearing Al's words, Dimo ​​was slightly surprised. This kind of barren mountains and wild mountains, this level of powerhouse will be mixed with these low-level robbers.

Al walked up to the strong man slowly, looked up at him, and said, "What's your name?"

"Me? My name is Grote, you little guy, are you here to surrender?"

"Surrender? Of course not, I am here to defeat you, with my fist."

"Fist? Grote, don't bully, disabled, you'd better hurry up, let's go."

When the words of the strong Grote just fell, the robbers behind him immediately burst out laughing, and they pointed at Al one by one, with mocking expressions on their faces.

Hearing these laughter, a trace of displeasure flashed across Grote's face, but he didn't say much, just looked down at Al, and continued to say: "You, this villain, give me the feeling, Yes, Grote doesn't want to hurt you, you, let's go."

Al looked at Grote, smiled slightly, and said to him, "Oh, I've been underestimated, so I'll show you a little bit of my strength."

After the words fell, Al suddenly swung his left arm and punched Grote.

At this time, seeing Al's punch, Grote's expression changed, and he immediately raised the tomahawk in his hand to block himself, but seeing Al's punch on the tomahawk, a loud voice sounded , Grote took three steps back again and again, and then he stood still. He looked at the fist mark on the wheel tomahawk, his face changed slightly, looked at Al, and said: "You are very powerful, Grote and you hit!"

After speaking, Grote held the battle ax with both hands, shouted loudly, jumped up from the ground, swung the battle ax from top to bottom, and slashed at Al.

Looking at the tomahawk falling from above his head, Al didn't dodge anything. He smiled slightly, raised his left hand, and directly grabbed the blade of the tomahawk, and a huge force acted on Al's body along the tomahawk. As a result, Al's feet sank three points deep to the ground, and the ground burst and cracked inch by inch. However, under such a force, Al's palm did not suffer any injuries. Instead, under the impact of the strength of both sides, the wheel battle ax The hardwood handle couldn't bear the force and broke directly.

Al held the ax face of the wheel tomahawk with one hand, exerted a little force with his five fingers, and made five fingerprints directly on the ax face, and then threw it on the ground casually.

Looking up at Grote who retreated slightly, Al said, "You don't only have this strength, do you?"

"Of course not, Grote, and more power!"

"Then take it out and show me!"

"it is good!"

As soon as the word "good" was blurted out, Grote let out a roar, and saw that the crude leather armor and clothes on his body quickly shattered, and his body continued to swell, from a height of 2.56 meters to 3 meters. At a height of nearly four meters, his skin also turned blue-black, and there were faint lines like white flame tattoos, appearing and appearing on the surface of his skin from time to time.

"Heh, the bloodline of the Titan, it's no wonder that it is clearly only the strength of a second-level blood knight, but it is enough to match a third-level, or even a fourth-level wizard. This is a bloodline that was almost extinct in my era."

Just as Al was thinking about this, Grote over there suddenly let out a roar, and rushed towards Al.

Seeing the rushing Grote, Al raised a fist and blasted it out, and at this time Grote also raised a fist and smashed it down from top to bottom!

"Boom!"

The fists of the two sides collided, and Al was smashed into the ground. However, Grote didn't make any movement to stop his hands, but seeing him swinging his arms, a pair of huge fists were like two hammers, One after another, they hammered down towards the ground where Al fell into!