These are all little tricks of the dark elves. "Turn around and lie on the table." Carl wanted to experiment with his skills, so of course he had to use Hill's favorite hobbies, and this dark elf had a more serious M tendency. Hill turned around, supported himself on the wooden chair with both hands, and leaned forward slightly to make his hips more prominent, forming a perfect S curve. Chapter 115 Experimental Skills Carl considers himself to be somewhat of a dark elf fan. The shiny and greasy feeling of the brown skin after applying oil really annoys him. He stroked Hill's slender waist with his hand. I felt the fiber of her uniform on my palm; her waist was very thin. Hill satisfied all his fantasies about the dark elves. The only regret was that although they were perky, they were not plump, probably because they were assassins. It is impossible to run around with that much fat on your body. Hill's OL uniform skirt slid down the transparent black stockings to the ground. She was wearing high heels, and even though she was leaning against the table, she still looked very elegant. Carl's fingers moved up from the thigh, and the transparent black silk was brown and smooth skin.
"Don't you usually wear anything underneath?" "Do I need to wear it?" Hill asked. Carl was stunned for a moment, then he understood that the transparent black silk in this world was made of magic spider silk. In Hill's view, the transparent black silk was underwear. This kind of transparent black stockings shows the skin directly underneath. In addition to the visual effect, the touch feels really elevated to a higher level. He was not in a hurry to tear the stockings, but groped through the black silk with his palm. Hill felt Carl's palm and frowned slightly. She was a dark elf and did not like this kind of gentle touch. Only violence, coercion and strength could make her feel happy. Of course, she was also willing to cooperate with Karl. As long as Karl liked, she could pretend to be a shy little girl. She began to follow Karl's palm, swaying her waist slightly, and actively rubbed his palm with her stockings like a kitten, showing a desire to be touched more. Hill was thinking about what kind of performance he should use to make him happy without appearing to be pretentious. But soon, she clearly felt waves of itchiness where her body was being touched, and she instinctively wanted to cater to Carl's fingers. This reaction brought her back to her senses immediately. Hill felt it in surprise and soon confirmed that it was not an illusion. Even through the stockings, she actually began to feel something. This strange discovery. This caused Hill to doubt himself. Just like I usually like watching heavy-duty minotaur dramas, but suddenly I became interested in pure love, even more so than before. Carl didn't know that Hill had fallen into self-doubt, but he also clearly saw that the effect of the skill, providing double the effect, was not as simple as 1+1 as it seemed. Now, he just ran his fingers along the slits of the black stockings, and the color of the stockings had darkened significantly. "interesting." Carl noticed the slight changes in Hill's face and her subconscious desire to touch his fingers more.
That’s the value of twice the sensitivity. "Tear" The sound of stockings being ripped. "Hmm?" Hill clearly felt that his movements were very slow, even gentle, but they brought her a stronger stimulation than usual. The whole process is not long. Carl just wanted to experiment with gentle manipulation, and the effect was better than he expected, even though it was just the most primitive push and pull from behind. Hill is clearly in great form. Half an hour later. Hill put on her tight skirt again. Carl only tore a small hole in her stockings, and she was too lazy to throw them away. She tidied up her uniform, gave Carl a simple salute, and turned around and left quickly. She was panicking now, losing control of her body, which made her feel uneasy. Carl looked at her back and took in her expression. It was rare to see this dark elf show such an expression. It seemed that her sensitivity had increased twice and was stronger than he expected. At this moment, the rapid tapping sound of Hill's high heels was heard outside again. She pushed the door open again, her expression serious: "Two people from the Black Scorpion Mercenary Group suddenly appeared at the city gate, causing dozens of casualties." Karl’s face darkened instantly when he heard this, and he stood up abruptly: “Let’s go.” Although he was known as a tyrant, he hanged thousands of people in just one month. But after all, they are residents protected by him, and no one else can kill them. . . . On the street, a three-meter-tall beast with bloodthirsty eyes was holding its head high and laughing wildly at the sky: "Karl, come out! I'm going to break your neck!" The surrounding scene was horrific, with houses torn apart by huge force and broken walls scattered all over the ground. The ground was covered in blood, with dozens of soldiers' bodies lying in disarray. Their eyes, which had not yet closed, still showed the fear they had in life. A circle of soldiers surrounded the beast tightly, their weapons tightly grasped in their hands, but their faces were as pale as paper. "Hahahaha!" The monster laughed deafeningly again and suddenly grabbed a soldier. The soldiers let out shrill screams. The monster pushed the soldier to the ground fiercely. When he raised his hand, there was a puddle of mud on the ground: "Surrender, your useless city lord can't protect you." The soldiers around were so frightened that they took a step back involuntarily, looking terrified. "What a boring, low-level provocation." Hill stood on a high place: "Black Scorpion Mercenary Group, Bear. The Behemoth of the Beast Tribe, possesses terrifying strength and body regeneration ability. His companions should be hiding nearby." She felt that this provocation was too low-level and would not be effective. When Hill turned around, he found that Carl was gone.
Carl's figure had appeared above the three-meter-tall bear's head. He raised his huge arms, with ferocious dragon claws two meters long and muscles as strong as iron. He smashed down on the bear's face from above. The blow came so fast and so hard that the bear didn't even have time to react. The huge body was knocked backwards by the blow and fell heavily to the ground with a deafening roar. His head was hammered backwards into the ground, creating a deep hole. "Stop!" An angry roar suddenly sounded, trying to distract Carl's attention. Then, the human swordsman Golden Scorpion suddenly rushed out from the darkness, holding a sharp sword, pointing directly at Carl. The next second, Carl's figure suddenly appeared in front of the Golden Scorpion. He grasped the golden scorpion's body with his giant claws and slammed it towards the Behemoth that had just stood up, stacking the two together and slamming them into the ground. "Bang!" A loud noise was heard, as if the whole earth was shaking. The man and the bear were stacked on top of each other and were smashed into the ground by Carl's huge claws, forming a deep depression. Carl's expression was as cold as ice. He raised his huge dragon claw, raising it and smashing it down again and again, each time accompanied by a deafening bang. The scene became silent, and all the soldiers swallowed their saliva involuntarily. They watched as Carl repeated the hammering motion over and over again. Until the blood, flesh and soil in the pit mixed together and became blurred. Most of the golden scorpion's body and the bear's head were turned into mud. Carl stopped attacking, his expression calm: “That’s it.” Hill appeared beside him with a strange look on her face. She needed to evaluate Carl's strength once again. The deaths of these two people from the Black Scorpion Mercenaries were quite unjust. It was probably because the plan was too meticulous, which led to them being beaten to death before their strength could be demonstrated. Chapter 116: Thousand Layers of Routines The black dragon claw on Carl's right arm disappeared, and the flesh and dirt mixed together, with dark red blood flowing to his feet. The soldiers around him looked at the city lord with more fear than awe. This was the first time that Carl demonstrated his strength in front of ordinary soldiers. Karl glanced at the bodies of the dead soldiers on the ground: "The families of all the dead will receive pensions, the elderly will be taken care of by the government, and their children will be sent to the official training class first." When the soldiers around heard what Carl said, they were stunned for a moment, and then the fear in their eyes was gradually replaced by fanaticism. I don't know who shouted first: "Long live the city lord!" Then there was the sound of mountains and seas. The fear brought by the two strong men quickly turned into admiration for Carl. Everyone's morale was high, and they seemed willing to fight to the death for Carl at any time. The corners of Hill's mouth twitched. She knew this so-called official training class too well. I think those children who are raised by the government and become officials after further education will most likely be hanged and their property will be confiscated in the end. The families of these people will still have to be grateful to Carl. Hill looked at Carl's handsome appearance again and thought that this guy was definitely a devil.
"Send the injured to the hospital for treatment immediately." Hill skillfully directed the aftermath, and the soldiers took action one after another. Some were busy carrying the wounded, while others began to clean up the battlefield. Under Hill's command, everything was in order. Carl also pretended to comfort the wounded soldiers and had a serious conversation with them, which moved them so much that their eyes were filled with tears. Inside the clothes, tiny white ribbons quickly intertwined to form a thick armor inside. Even the neck has been cleverly thickened. According to intelligence, the Black Scorpion Mercenaries consist of two men and one woman, and he intends to create opportunities for his opponents. He began to pull the soldiers aside to ask about food and training. The soldiers had never experienced such things before, and they all wanted to kneel on the ground and pledge their allegiance. He was also surrounded by countless soldiers. At this moment, a black shadow stabbed towards him silently like a ghost, at an astonishing speed. Carl had been observing his surroundings and noticed the abnormality at the first time. As a dragon, he has dynamic vision far beyond that of humans. The moment he saw the black shadow, his cheek was immediately covered by a layer of white mask. The skill "Invisible" has reached the fourth level and he has used it with great passion. Hill moved faster. He flashed and used his body to block Carl. All I heard was a "ripping" sound. The mysterious woman's purple nails pierced into Hill's abdomen. Hill gritted his teeth, grabbed the woman's arm, held the dagger in his hand, and with a flash of cold light, the woman's arm was cut off cleanly. The woman's arm was cut off and she turned around and tried to run away in pain. "?" A question mark popped up above Carl's head. He saw Hill blocking him and thought she had a countermeasure, so he didn't take action. The result was that I used my body to block it. "What the hell!" Carl's face was gloomy. What was this dark elf doing? Aren't they in a relationship of mutual exploitation? What the hell is using your body to block the knife for him? A nameless anger rose in his heart, and his figure instantly disappeared from the spot. When he reappeared, he was already behind the mysterious woman. The fist hit the woman's waist from top to bottom with great force. There was a crisp "crack" sound, which was the sound of a bone breaking. The woman let out a sharp cry of pain, her body bent abnormally in half, her spine shattered, and she fell heavily to the ground. At this moment, the surrounding soldiers came back to their senses from their shock, and they shouted: "Protect the Lord of the City!" Quickly gathered around. Karl had come to Hill's side. He hugged her and looked at her nervously.
Hill's eyes were dull, his lips were black, and his face was pale without a trace of blood. Karl's heart sank. Even without relevant knowledge, he knew that Hill had been poisoned: "I'll take you to church!" He was not sure if the church could cure the poison. But there is no other choice now. However, Hill grabbed his hand and said weakly: "Be kind...be kind to my blood relatives..."