Hail the King

Lord Snow Eagle

, Legend of the Dragon King

, super soldiers

, Cultivation of Overturning Rain and Clouds

, Budo Supreme

, King of Eternal Night

, my neighbor is a banshee

, Legend of Xianmu

653, 653, the action begins

Someone they know very well.

Someone they never forget.

It was the killing thorn that I met in the restaurant today, who claimed to be one of the four thorns under the command of King Chambord] Michael Owen, a young black knight who looked only thirteen or fourteen years old, but at this time, this arrogant boy He had already changed into a tight-fitting outfit made of the fur of an unknown monster, and his clear eyes were impatient, staring at the mercenaries like a beast staring at its prey.

Lord Owen? Why are you here? The burly man in the red turban asked expressionlessly. He held the saber in his hand and gestured behind his back with one hand. More than twenty mercenaries silently They spread out, each occupying a position, and faintly combined to form an extremely obscure formation, quietly surrounding Owen in the middle.

Dragon Hunting Project]? What kind of plan is that? Owen asked softly, frowning as if he hadn't realized it.

This was the first word containing information that he had heard during the nearly ten hours he had been invisible in this courtyard. If it hadn't been for the captain of the red turban who had noticed something strange and wanted to disperse and lurk, Owen really wouldn't have heard it. I am willing to show up so soon, to scare the snake so quickly.

The strong man with the scar opened his mouth, licked the sword in his hand, and suddenly smiled ferociously: Master Owen, do you want to know? Let me tell you, it's very simple. It's the plan to hunt and kill the evil dragon King Chambord. While speaking , the fiery red fighting spirit on his body had already started to shine, and more than twenty mercenaries around him also began to surround him silently.

Oh, if that's the case, why not go into more detail. Owen also licked the black dagger in his hand, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

I want to know... Hahaha, go to hell and ask the god of death! Hahaha, fire-flame-giant-python-kiss!!!!

The burly man with the scar suddenly burst into trouble, and a heavy saber turned into a huge fire python in his hand. This is a terrifying illusion created by a five-star fighting qi skill. The mind, the giant python condensed by the flames, sticks its abdomen to the ground, plows away the traces, and winds a strange and uncertain route, extremely erratic, approaching in an instant, swallowing letters in its bloody mouth, with a scorching breath, swallowing Ground, ruthlessly devoured towards Owen.

At the same time, the mercenaries who came up from all around made their move together.

This is a popular horse] A battle technique often used by mercenaries. It is not complicated, but it is very practical. It can be used by multiple people to exert several times the power. It can often gather the strength of everyone. Or, in the case of taking the lead to stand in a good position, he rarely misses.

The violent turbulent flow of fighting spirit submerged Owen's figure.

The burly man with the scar was overjoyed, but at this moment, there was a cool breeze behind him, and he felt a creepy feeling of being targeted by a poisonous snake, and the danger submerged him like a tide.

No, the other party... has a helper, damn it!

At this moment, he finally understood that Owen did not come alone. In the dark, he and his companions launched a ruthless and sudden attack. Unable to make moves to deal with Owen, the warrior's instinctive reaction made him immediately turn over and retreat. The saber in his hand rotated 180 degrees, and at a strange angle, he slashed towards the back.

His life as a mercenary who was on the verge of death made his ability to respond to battles extremely fast.

All movements are done in one go, without the slightest delay.

However, all in vain.

This time, the quick reaction that made him feel extremely satisfied, did not bring him any vitality. The biting icy coldness on the back of his neck quickly stuck to his neck artery after a short pause. place,

Immediately afterwards, an ethereal and indifferent voice came to mind——

If you want to die, move.

This voice is elegant and dusty, with an unspeakable charm, like a good son of a chaotic world looking down on the world of mortals.

From the beginning to the end, the strong man with the cross scar could not even see clearly what kind of opponent he was using his weapon against his vitals.

But in front of him, without the coordination of the main force of the strong man with cross scars and the eyes of the formation, the formation combat skills suddenly became incomplete, and lost the maximum damage power. In the turbulent flow of fighting spirit, killing and stabbing] Michael? Owen is erratic like The ghostly figure fluttered around like catkins without the slightest aura of fireworks, just like human-shaped lightning. Everywhere he went, an experienced mercenary fell down without any resistance. go down.

Popular Horse] The battle skills of the mercenary group seem to be completely within the expectations of the opponent.

Every fleeting flaw was killed and stabbed] Owen was in the calculation.

Like butterflies wearing flowers, in an instant, more than twenty carefully selected elite mercenaries all limply slumped to the ground.

Feeling the terrifying cold touch on his neck, the strong man with the red turban and the cross-scarred eyes stared straight at him, but he was helpless and helpless.

Owen stood there unscathed, habitually licked the black black dagger in his hand, looked extremely relaxed, and looked at the strong man with the cross scar with contempt and disdain in his eyes.

Who is it? Tell me, who are you? The heart of the brawny man with the cross scar sank little by little. What he asked was the person standing behind him and holding him hostage.

The four thorns under Chambord's throne, the white thorn] Gonzalez Raul. The ethereal and indifferent voice with a dusty breath rang in his ears.

...

In the city of Chambord, there is a post station backyard with fragrant grass and unique feelings.

Hey, what's going on? I told you that this place has been taken over by our fire blood] mercenary regiment, and we don't accept guests anymore. Are you deaf? Why are you still walking inside! Stop and say you guys Well, what's going on, stop for me!

The door to the backyard of the station.

Two pretty female mercenaries with angry faces hurriedly chased after them and stopped the three strangers who were about to barge in. Two little girls blocked the aisle with unkind faces and held weapons in their hands. , looked up and down the three uninvited guests.

Little sister, you'd better get out of the way, I'm looking for your captain. Among the strangers, on the left was a tall, thin boy who was only about fourteen or fifteen years old, grinning, showing a mouthful of neat white teeth.

Hmph, our captain, are you the one who said we would meet? the little girl with short red hair said angrily.

That's right, first report your names and make a number, and wait until our captain, when you are free, will talk about it. We have already made more than a hundred outrageous perverts like you, so don't worry. Come on, if you want to chase our captain, you guys are still far away! Another little girl with long black hair and ponytail glared.

No, I'm afraid that if we say our names, you will all run away. The thin and tall boy squeezed his eyes.

Bah, why did our captain run away? Who do you think you are... The little girl with short red hair and baby fat had a very disdainful expression on her pink face, but she was not too stupid after all. For a moment, he seemed to understand something, immediately tugged at his companion with black ponytail, gave a warning look, drew out the rapier at his waist, and asked viciously, Tell me, who are you?

Okay, Lisa, let the three distinguished guests come in. At this moment, a crisp and soft voice came from the small courtyard behind, a man in a black magic robe, standing on his shoulders. A beautiful girl with a parrot-shaped monster with a long colorful and beautiful trailing tail came slowly.

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