"Messiah monarch emperor, my offense before..." Youke couldn't help but anger the power of a monarch emperor. In this era of potions, it is terrible to pay attention to the supremacy of the monarch and civilians' lives like ants.

"It doesn't matter." Xu Zhi spoke again, and then continued to talk about the history of Sumerian civilization.

In the bar, he rarely has an interest as a troubadour, calmly telling everyone about the history of this world, he is not a tyrannical person, offended himself, he would step on a foot and hit his face frantically.

This sudden Emperor Emperor suspected that it was normal. If he wanted to eliminate the rumored bull ghost, snake and god, he would ignore it if he had a disgusting strong man.

He provokes himself only for the stability of the human kingdom, but not intentionally, why should he retaliate?

For this, he is still very reasonable, as he said, it is the right mindset to have salted fish heart.

"Thank you the emperor."

Youke took a deep breath and was guilty, knowing that she had offended a monarch emperor. It was a fluke to survive, and she took a step back and did not enter the crowd of the bar. As an ordinary bar guest, she began to listen to the story of the bard.

The people around were surprised and frightened. Such a quasi-imperial, legendary strongman could easily destroy several cities around him.

They quickly wanted to make a place, but Yuke waved his hand. In front of an ancient monarch emperor, he was no different from these ordinary people.

"In those days, when God saw the sins of the people on earth, he was determined to destroy the Sumerian civilization, bring down the World Flood, destroy all sentient beings... but he could create the God of the world, he felt the kindness of the forest king En Qidu, and ordered Utana Pizmu to build Noah’s Ark, to escape the Great Flood."

The black-haired and black-eyed youth at this time had a calm and lazy face, and his voice was still faint.

If it were before, he would think that this is a fake person without a strong heart. After all, every epic emperor has been killed all the way, bathed in blood, and after countless years, that kind of temperament can not be concealed, and it can be seen through at a glance.

But at this time, this kind of light temperament, the storyteller black-haired black-eyed youth in this bar, instead gave Yuke a kind of unpredictable, obscure and fierce, in the blood of the corpse mountain, all the creatures bowed overbearing.

It is worthy of being the oldest first-generation potion monarch emperor, with temperament restrained to this extent!

Thinking of this, he shrank more and more from the guests in the bar. At this time, he felt that his quasi-imperial emperor was no different from those ordinary guests. He was weak, sad, and they would die like them in the years and become ordinary. The tomb of the yellow earth, and one of the oldest monarch emperors can be heard, telling the blank of the Sumerian mythology two thousand years ago, does not harm his pride, but this is...

A kind of supreme glory.

Xu Zhi glanced at the curling Yuk in the crowd.

Is this person shaking M?

Why do you look so admired and want to kneel to listen to my storytelling?

Sure enough, one side would support one person. Under the leadership of Medusa, there are many such people.

He smiled and looked at the people around the bar, said indifferently: "Today, this is it, tomorrow I will talk about the first chapter of the Babylonian tribe era: three witches."

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On the third day, a young bard and dark-eyed minstrel was telling a story in a bar in Will City.

The ancient Messiah monarch emperor was born to tell the ancient myths for the world. This news is like a hurricane. It quickly spread throughout the potion land, the undead empire, the half-orc kingdom, and the human empire. Many people cannot believe it.

That was the first monarch emperor thousands of years ago!

"Know ancient and modern?"

"Are there any adventures?"

"Unbelievable!"

"Having talked about the era of the three witches, Medusa's teacher, Circe?"

"Who is this person? Even the origin demon god Medusa, the teacher of all creatures demon god, the ancestor of the witch, dare to pastime!"

The whole world was in an uproar, and they sent people to verify,

At this time, the whole city of Will was already full of people, and all the people were empty. Many powerful people did not dare to crowd into the bar. They spontaneously used various means to spread the sound, project the images in the bar, and listen to the city.

In the bar, it is no longer the ordinary people who dare to come in. They are some of the top quasi-imperial powerhouses of the three kingdoms... Rough green-skinned orcs, human professionals, and skeleton necromancers in black cloaks.

Inside the bar, a dark-haired dark-eyed minstrel was telling a story, while an ordinary-looking woman was serving wine and dishes.

Sheila shuddered chillily while holding the plate!

"Speaking of Medea in the age of the ancient three witches, and the other two witches opened the wizarding age, but the witch Tracy betrayed..." Xu Zhi reached out and an ancient mural appeared in front of everyone.

"Don't... this is the legendary ancient mural "Three Witches"!"

The sound around was horrified.

That mural was three women, stepping on the bloody sea of ??corpses on the woman's body, surrounded together, holding the torch together.

"Ultimately, time flies, the three witches fight for a lifetime, and finally go to decline. During their lifetime..." Xu Zhi told lightly.

Sheila became more and more excited.

Oh my God!

In the end what happened!?

Carefully, she came to a skeleton mage.

She knows that this is the Necromancer Andre, the legendary murderer of countless thugs, turning the entire city of 30,000 people into undead.

Studying by myself, I have seen this horror story that has become a lot of human cities. Parents tell their children, and the other children stop crying. I did not expect to see the real body here.

"You your dish!!"

She was speechless and stuttered as soon as she was nervous.

"It's so cute, sweetheart, can I eat you?" Andre told an awkward joke.

She screamed inwardly, Austria!Oh my god!This is not a joke!He might actually eat me!

Sheila!You are a strong girl, you give me some gas!He dare not eat me!

"Eat food, can't eat me." Sheila said quickly.

"Thank you." The necromancer just smiled and turned to look at her. The skull's eye socket flashed a black flame, wondering why it was an ordinary woman, and he also bumped into words.

This Skeletal Mage does not eat, but still puts the dishes on the table very politely.

"Mr. Orc Sword Saint, you and your flesh!!!" She was terrified.

This one is Bika, the leader of the Orc Armed Forces. His figure is so tall that he is sitting on the table as a small bench!It is said that there is a horrible existence that slaughtered more than a thousand strong human beings!

She walked to a handsome man in gold armor again, her eyes popped up with little stars, this is Yuk!Dream lover of countless girls!The hero of justice!

"You your wine!" She walked with a plate.

Can't counsel!

This is too embarrassing to my uncle Messiah!

She quickly remembered the look of this swollen nose and the look of fright before she suddenly calmed down.

She finally knew what she said before.

There will be guests coming to their bar, their own chance to practice, whether they can seek help from others for revenge depends on themselves!

Work hard, Sheila!

She waved her fist.

This ordinary girl bumped when she was nervous and tried to adapt.

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