Someone they know very well.
Someone they never forget.
It was the [killing thorn] Michael who he met in the restaurant today, who claimed to be one of the four thorns under King Chambord? Owen, a young black knight who looks to be only thirteen or fourteen years old, but at this time, this arrogant boy has already put on a tight-fitting suit made of some kind of monster fur, and impatient eyes are blooming in his clear eyes , like a beast staring at its prey, staring at the mercenaries.
"Master Owen? Why are you here?"
The burly man in the red turban asked expressionlessly. He held the saber in his hand and made a gesture behind his back with one hand. More than twenty mercenaries dispersed silently, each occupying a position, and faintly assembled. It became an extremely obscure formation, quietly surrounding Owen in the middle.
"[Dragon Hunting Project]? What kind of plan is that?"
Owen frowned as if he didn't realize it, and asked softly.
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 wasn't for the fact that the red turban captain noticed something strange and wanted to disperse and lurk, Owen wouldn't have I am willing to show up so soon, to scare the snake so soon.
The strong man with the scar opened his mouth, licked the saber 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 began to shine, and more than twenty mercenaries around him also began to surround him silently.
"Oh, since that's the case, you might as well go into more detail."
Owen also licked the black light dagger in his hand, his eyes sparkled with excitement.
"I want to know... Hahaha, go to hell and ask the god of death! Hahaha, fire-flame-giant-python-kiss!"
The strong 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 the sky. Ground, ruthlessly devoured towards Owen.
At the same time, the mercenaries who came up from all around made their move together.
This is a battle technique often used by the [Wind Horse] mercenary group. It is not complicated, but it is very practical. When used by multiple people, it can exert several times the power. The strong, in the case of standing up first, seldom 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 it turned out that [Killing Assassin] Owen did not come alone. In the dark, he and his companions launched a ruthless and sudden attack. Not caring about how to deal with Owen, the warrior's instinctive reaction made him immediately turn over and retreat. The saber in his hand turned 180 degrees, and slashed behind him at a strange angle.
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.
The quick response that made him feel extremely satisfied this time did not bring him any vitality. The piercing coldness on the back of his neck quickly stuck to his neck artery after a short pause. 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 array", the array combat skills suddenly became incomplete, lost the maximum damage, and in the turbulent flow of fighting spirit, [Killing Stab] Michael? Owen's erratic figure was like a ghost, flying around like catkins, without the slightest smell of fireworks, just like human lightning. Everywhere he went, there was an experienced mercenary who had no power to resist, silently fell down.
[Wind Horse] The battle skills of the mercenary group seem to be completely within the expectations of the opponent.
Every fleeting flaw was calculated by [Killing Assassin] Owen.
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 where he was 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? Tell me, who are you?"
The heart of the strong man with the cross scar sank little by little. What he asked was the person who stood behind him and held him hostage.
"The four thorns under the Chambord Throne, [White Thorn] Gonzalez? Raul."
That misty 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 the matter? I said that this place has been completely occupied by our [Fire Blood] mercenary group, and no guests are accepted. Are you deaf? Why are you still walking inside! Stop and say What about you, 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 blocked the three strangers who were about to barge in. Two little girls blocked the aisle with unkind expressions, holding weapons in their hands , looked up and down the three uninvited guests.
"Little sister, you'd better get out of the way, I'll find your captain."
Among the strangers, on the left was a tall, thin boy who was only about fourteen or fifteen years old, grinning, revealing 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 tall and thin boy squeezed his eyes.
"Hey, why did our captain run away? Who do you think you are..."
The little girl with short red hair still had a very disdainful expression on her pink face with baby fat, but she was not too stupid. The next moment, she seemed to understand something, and immediately tugged at her companion with black ponytail, With a vigilant look, he pulled out the rapier at his waist and asked viciously, "Say, 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 beautiful figure in a black magic robe, with a parrot-shaped monster with a long colorful tail standing on her shoulder. Girl, come slowly.