the giant's plots

He continued his operation, continuously predatory the tire and bubbling dark solution. Darkness flooded him from all directions except the weak Moon rays that illuminated the temple in diminished silver Venus. A cold wind of bursts penetrated through the temple windows and heard its deep, tormented wailing and blaring the forest leaves sounded as distant stones. The tormented wails of night animals were sounded at the dimensions and the tremendously vibrant temple ceiling was carried above him, but nothing increased from the parallel pulp of the vaporous pizza which pizza in a spicy and mister smell room. Cold and darkness raised him frequently, but this cold and darkness lived and although he left his dark country and happened many years ago, thousands of years ago, the stamp of this country remained in it, it remains immune to cold and dark. His vision did not fall from the darkness and he could see the mighty hoisting temple ceiling full of engravings and dimensional architecture that predicts the coming of his Lord. Which was clearly seen in front of him, close to always realizing. The special fluid in the cader began to glow in a dazzling green Venge and steam began to be driven from it. Yes, it is finally ready to finally say gladly, his body trembled happy and his armour made metal echo, brightly bright with the power of the moon's vibrating. I see that you're done, from the scheme begins to take place; suddenly sounds echoing in the slickness behind him a thick, rough voice that had not been his mighty power, he would have transferred him as a knife on his neck and he would not have continued to look in the potion and look at peacefully. He turned back and lowered his head, in front of him a figure dressed in a wooly black hood, which was in front of a normal person figure was huge dimensions but to him it seemed tiny, how you got in here you mustn't be here. He whispered to Glein on an upset tone. Glein made a rolling grunt that was his voicemailing laugh. I have ways to answer with pleasure, he continued to stare Glein a warm and crushed hilarious look. He always forgot there are still smart creatures like him as Galane. All right. Drew his shoulders in Mass, he spent his whole life creating a strong army and enchanted machines but only that is not enough to beat those despicable countries in which the Lord desires, as is not always present in light of his soldiers' weakness. I ask again, where are the plans going to be implemented. Glein asked again now with blaring aggression. Soon, soon, and now your chest and bloom replied quickly, the roctor's commandant rapidly brought this to the roctor's commanding officer in the attacks after a short silence on his slaves in this country were referred to by the black witches. Two black characters entered the temple with a huge stone in their size for them, but for him it was a small stream robe. Their countenance remained indifferent in a manner that is not human from this threatening huge and indeed they were not so, which he created with his own hands in dark blood magic and have no life spirit in them. They flinched, start to fear different magic when they met Glane. It's okay, let him stay – the Rector ordered and they permitted their look at him between a moment and continued their original purpose. "Put her down here. He pointed to a huge height status for them, they began shaking their heads in search of the darkness of the enthusiasm." There was a crumbling ropes ladder that wandered down, but he had no patience for them to reach it. Bring her to me simply – a giant vegetable to them, the two characters reached the great stone toward the giant who placed her in the center of the high stone class. He took the kadir, a sizzling fire in his pupils and an evil smile stretched on his face and a black hail rocked around him. Evil was broadcast from it, echoing from the deep hole of his deep soul and lacking everything swallowing to him the very surrounding. He spilled the content of the clinic on the status and began to laugh. "At the moment the whole world will bow to the feet of the Lord, he began to mumbling words that are unclear and then the color of the potion began to change gradually from green, to a strong red and a prestigious dark and mysterious purple, his vibrant villa cloves send their hands all past, spreading the bitter smell of despair suddenly the potion began melting the status." Driven through the grunting content of the substance of the material, the pure black arms of purely unwapped were sent throughout the room, bombed his blood in the sparks of the nonsense. A gate began to be created in its place, watching a world of trespassed stones for bricks and roughly above ground from a plain plain with wide gram cracks. A few seconds nothing happened but suddenly a pair of hands pair caught up the gate and his age, a figure after seven figure in its size and a unity even greater than it. Everyone is wearing a brilliant metal armor whose symbol of a debilit eye and a verifying one is referred to by his tribes' cloak icon of the Lord, which in the enthusiast Venus the penetrating moon was enacted in his chest area spreading his guttering incarnation throughout the room. And their wandenders were held different weapons from a short long arch to a huge war hack dimensions. On my heads everyone slipped a fat, long golden gate and the color of eyes all stood on gold blaring with all the strengths. Their energy stamps began to glow in black Venus with a spark of gold within it seems to have flared from the joy of the giants and their desire for revenge which was reflected to them. The images rested in their place unmoving, giving Venus the pleasant moon to fill their bones and cold air and the murder to clean their visibility, a hungry look in their eyes. Some even moved a hand in their short-length old Zippy, seem to be prepared for whatever they tell them to do, their eyes demanded revenge. What?" Only seven? Anyway, welcome back to your Eurgus, Hibril, Octon, Brenfell, Axin, Nasir and Belford the mighty golden seventh, well, that's the downside in the mighty power of the giants said the roctor in completion, that the golden problem was at its own high power, so he was obligated from ancient times to their respect, even if he did not see it well. We are happy to be here and that lucky we have been through the gate that was supposed to pass only one of the giants but you already know of our enchantment and wicked smiles stretched on their faces – you are lucky to have released someone before the Lord had sufficient, despite the time of our absence much, you probably remember how the Lord treats useless, but nevertheless, we no longer know this world, so at least now, we are at your command – Hibril answered, which was higher than the others and his low and powerful voice echoed softly in the Temple space, martyrating all its content. "Indeed, the Doctor answered him, though he didn't like the comment, but he ignored it." They stood in line with the roctor, expecting him to say good, very good, because I have very big plans. The Lord will rule and there is no one to stop him. Ha ha. His dark laugh broke out of the temple through its vibrating walls, casting his shadow into the night.