Young Master and His Super Inferno Lover

Osmond glanced at the people brought behind the man, "You have brought a large group of people!" There are so many people, there are as many as a hundred people.

Terry sneered contemptuously, "For your mercenary group, so many people may be a large group, but for our Blood Skeletons, every hundred people is a small group, and a small group is the smallest unit."

Osmond bared his teeth, as if he couldn't hear the contempt in the other party's words, "There are really many people. Our smallest unit is a group, and each group has less than ten people."

As soon as Osmond said this, the Blood Skull burst into laughter.

Osmond also laughed, "It's funny, isn't it?"

Blood Skull A: "How many people are there in your monster mercenary group? A few hundred or a few?"

Blood Skull B: "Oh my God, I can't even imagine, there are only a few people in each group, how do you perform the task?"

Blood Skull C: "I didn't see them perform their missions. Did the head of the group personally do it? If they have available manpower, they don't need to ask the head of the group to come forward in person, hahahaha."

Osmond poked his ear, "How can our mercenaries be compared to you scumbags? Each of us can be worth one hundred. There are indeed many of you, and if you really fight, you will be killed by cannon fodder. I really can’t figure out why your commander-in-chief recruits so many people? Is it really scary to have so many people? Or is it because you think there are too many supplies that you can’t use, so you invite so many wastes to eat for nothing.”

Blood Skull D: "Boy, watch your words."

Osmond: "Oh, my words have always been like this, come and bite me if you are not convinced!"

The tall and strong Blood Skull E kept clenching his fists, "You poor boy, the mercenaries from your monster mercenary group are better than each other, especially your general leader, you know everyone in the industry How do you call them? Haha, a group of young masters who sell ass."

Osmond also clenched his fists and walked forward, "I don't know what the industry calls us, but I know that today you don't even have to sell your ass."

Tall and strong Blood Skull E: "Oh, it's not enough to just play tricks on your mouth, unless you can serve my big dick well, otherwise, wait until I beat you, and then let the brothers take turns, you will surely fuck well ."

There was a clear distinction between the two parties. A tall and burly man came out from the side of the Blood Skull, and Osmond walked out from the side of the Warcraft Mercenary Group. .

"Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooor

"The tank killed him."

Loud whistles and shouts came from the Blood Skull Mercenary Group.

The tall and strong man laughed, "Little beauty, let me take off your veil in person to see whether you look better on your face or your butt."

The strong man punched Osmond with a punch, but Osmond just leaned back and easily avoided the punch.

On the side of the Warcraft Mercenary Corps, Lynn and Gray both folded their chests and prepared to watch the show, but the seven cooks were not calm.

Karpo looked at Osmond who kept dodging in the field, and scratched his head impatiently, "Hey, Lynn, Gray, is it really okay to let him deal with this big guy alone? There are so many people on the other side."

Hundreds of Blood Skulls came, and there were only 11 of them plus the driver. If there was a real fight, they would be beaten out of shit in minutes!

Lynn glanced at him, indifferent, "Little cook, learn a little bit, didn't you hear what Osmond said just now? Our Warcraft mercenary group, each one is worth one hundred, let Osmond deal with it alone They are enough."

Little cook Calpo: "..."

He felt that the members of the Warcraft Mercenary Corps were too crazy. There was only one of them among a hundred of them. Even if he held a magic sword in his hand, he was not a superman. Once the opponent shot, Osmond would be shot into a sieve instantly Said: "Don't worry, learn a bit, rookie, let you really experience the strength of the Warcraft Mercenary Group."

"Little baby, don't keep hiding, let Lao Tzu take good care of you."

"Hey? I'm just standing here, let's see how you want to hurt me." Osmond didn't move after hearing this, and just stood there, waiting for the strong man's fist to come down.

The seven comrades, the cooks, raised their hearts.

On the side of the blood skull, everyone became restless and shouted.

"Beat him."

"Smacked his head with a punch."

"Tear him apart."

"Bang" the punch of the strong man hit Osmond's chest fiercely.

As everyone imagined, the scene of Osmond being punched flying did not appear. Osmond stood firmly on his feet, his body was straight, and he took the punch without dodging or avoiding it. The smile froze on his face immediately.

Now it was Osmond's turn to smile, "It's my turn, come and taste the fire!"

The fist that the strong man hit on Osmond's chest ignited suddenly, and the flames swept down his arm and swept his whole body in an instant.

"Ah" the strong man roared and fell to the ground, rolling around, trying to extinguish the flames on his body.

Osmond stepped over and rode directly on the strong man's body. He didn't care about the burning flames at all. He raised two big fire fists and kept waving at the strong man's head, beating and cursing, "I want to Want to show your big dick? Come on, come on I'm turning you into a roast chicken who are you going to fuck? Who's the jerk? Who's the ass? Who's the baby? I'm turning you into a roasted brown bear ."

Osmond scolded and waved his fists, seeing that the strength of the strong man's struggle was getting weaker and weaker. Osmond was afraid that he would really play him to death, and it would be difficult to explain when he went back, so he jumped up directly and made a move on the strong man. The flames disappeared in an instant, leaving only a blackened naked man on the ground.

There was no sound at all at the scene, and everyone stared dumbfounded at the strong man who was riding on him, until now they saw a charred naked man

"Psych... Psyker?" Terry almost bit his tongue, his eyes turned into bull's-eyes.

He has always been proud of himself as a blood skeleton mercenary. Except for the other two top mercenary groups, in the entire mercenary world, he doesn't take anyone seriously. For such a small Warcraft mercenary group , is very contemptuous.

In his opinion, the head of the Warcraft Mercenary Corps was able to kill the female beast not because of his own strength, but because the magic sword in his hand eliminated magic weapons. What else does their Warcraft Mercenary Corps have?

Is it the legendary god pet? Don’t be ridiculous. The only reason why the Warcraft Mercenary Group is so popular is because Mu Yun is deeply red. He is popular because the empire wants to praise him. It's because of the magic weapon in his hand. Apart from this, Mu Yunshen only has one face to look at. What else does he have?

Terry has never looked down on the Warcraft Mercenary Corps, and he never thought that he would fall into the Warcraft Mercenary Corps one day.

Terry gritted his teeth with hatred, "You monster mercenary group, do you want to be an enemy of our blood skeletons? Do you think the people who killed us can still leave?"

Osmond dusted off the dirt on his body, walked over without haste, and kicked the scorched strong man on the ground, "Get up, don't pretend to be dead."

Just kidding, he is the one who controls the temperature of the flame. The flame looks terrible, but it can't kill people at all. However, it is okay to burn people, and he doesn't want to cause trouble for the boss.

The strong man lying on the ground pretending to be dead suddenly screamed and got up from the ground with his bare buttocks, "Huo Huo Huo Huo hurts me to death."

All the clothes on his body were burnt, his whole body was scorched black, and the charred chicken between his legs was thrown back and forth as he rolled and crawled dizzily, not to mention how ridiculous it was.

Terry's complexion was uglier than eating a dead fly. He wanted to catch the person who killed him from the Warcraft Mercenary Corps, but he didn't expect this person to be dead at all. He couldn't figure it out. , After burning for a long time, the tank did not die? Is this scientific?

"..." The seven cook comrades were dumbfounded.

At this time, Lynn and Gray dragged a large box from the armored vehicle and threw it in front of Terry.

Lin En said lazily, "The goods are all here, order them in person, and don't wait when they are out of date."

Terry stared at Osmond bitterly for a long time, and the doubts in his heart grew bigger and bigger. This guy rode on the tank and fought for a long time, and the whole person was sitting in the fire. Even if he was a fire psychic, The flames couldn't hurt him, but why was his clothes intact? Didn't you see that the tank is naked now? What kind of clothes are those? No matter what he thought about the fire-resistant suit, Terry opened the box himself and recruited two people, Let's count the weapons together.

These people have already watched the video released by Mu Yunshen, and know how to distinguish the authenticity of the magic energy weapon. Almost every dagger was drawn away, and after seeing the attribute icons on it, the box containing the magic energy sword was also drawn. Open and view them one by one.Don't mention how excited they look.

They were finally lucky enough to touch the legendary magic weapon

Seeing that they finished counting, Osmond asked again, "Is the quantity correct?"

Terry stared at him gloomyly, and glanced at the two people who had been counted.

"Captain, the number is correct."

Terry nodded, waved back, and two more people came over, carrying the box and retreating, ready to leave.

Osmond and the others also turned around and prepared to get on the armored vehicle and leave. However, at this moment, dozens of suspended vehicles suddenly appeared in the sky, followed by a burst of overwhelming fire, whether it was the Warcraft Mercenary Group or the Blood Skull Mercenary Group. , are treated without discrimination.

Osmond yelled, "Damn it!"

After being shot so overwhelmingly, there is no bunker here at all, and the armored vehicle is still some distance away, they were hit by bullets while running, and they fell to the ground one by one, hugging their legs, chests, and arms. Got to roll all over the floor.

Osmond, Lynn, and Gray all had experience. Although they were hit by bullets, they hurt a lot, but they knew that it was just pain, but no injury.

I rolled over and got up, and saw that the seven cooks were still on the ground and hadn't stood up.

Lynn shouted angrily, "Why don't you get up soon?"

The seven people saw that the three people who were also shot had nothing wrong with them. He couldn't help but take the time to look at the place where the bullet was shot. He didn't even break his clothes, let alone bleed. It's so true, what the hell is going on?

Osmond and Lynn looked up at the hovering cars hovering in the sky, then looked at Gray together, and said in unison: "Grey is looking at you."

Gray had been itching for a long time, and finally it was time for him to perform.

Holding an energy ball in each hand, he giggled excitedly, as if throwing a grenade, aimed at a hovering vehicle, and threw an energy bomb "swish", and the people in the hovering vehicle were all focused on shooting at the ground, He didn't notice that a ball of energy was approaching.

bang bang

A hovering car blasted a cloud of fireworks in the air, and the powerful shock wave slapped the nearby hovering car on the ground like fallen leaves.

Before the attacker could react, Gray unkindly threw a second energy ball, which still blew up a few hovering vehicles flying around. The shock wave was absolutely objective.

Gray then threw a few energy bombs, blowing all the enemies who were strafing in the air to the ground.

The Warcraft mercenary group was protected by special combat uniforms, and there were no casualties. The blood skulls suffered heavy casualties. There were many of them, and they were pressed on top of their heads by the enemy and shot together, which shows how many casualties there were.

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