"You...you...you actually talk to me like that?"
Sark, the prince of the Metz Empire, was irritated by Drogba's provocation. As the prince of the super empire, he is under one man and above ten thousand people. The warrior attached to the king, as insignificant as an ant, actually pointed his nose and talked to him like this, which made him so angry that he couldn't speak smoothly, and his usual elegant demeanor as the prince of the great empire disappeared.
"Hey, Your Highness, it's not worth it to please calm down the fury of Thunder. Although this Chambord pariah is a moon-level powerhouse, he is seriously injured and half dead. This subordinate can twist his head off with just one move, and let His Highness be the ball." Kick and vent your anger at will."
A bearded Mace Empire master flashed out from behind Sak, with an arrogant tone and a grin full of confidence.
He had already been captured by Drogba's fierce and unparalleled aura, but he couldn't wait to jump out at this time, because he could see that Drogba had been seriously injured in the previous battle after all, you must know that [ Grim Reaper] Elm is a veteran month-level powerhouse of the [Wind Horse] mercenary group, while Drogba is just a newcomer. Although he killed his opponent with a blockbuster, he was indeed seriously injured at this time. With the power to fight again, I just picked up a bargain.
"Okay, give him a good brew, don't let him die too happily, I will let this pariah cry and bleed."
Mace Prince Sark gritted his teeth.
"Don't worry, Your Highness, I will make this pariah regret coming to this world."
The bearded man agreed.
He walked out in a few steps, and his aura suddenly bloomed in an instant. Wisps of sky blue flames engulfed his whole body, and there was the sound of splashing water in the air, like the continuous waves of the ocean. Obviously, it was also at the month level strong.
With Drogba in a state where he can't even stand firmly, it is completely unrealistic to want to fight another veteran month-level powerhouse.
In the VIP seating area, a boy with blond half-short hair and as handsome as a god sighed softly, and glanced at the young man who had already set foot on the top of the nine-story thirty-six-step platform in the distance. The king's back, knowing that in such a situation, he should make a move, he turned around and smiled at the two pretty girls in emerald green outfits behind him, and was about to stand up, at this moment—whew! boom!
A sharp piercing sound pierced everyone's eardrums. Above the sky, a cyan streamer flame, like a star falling from nine heavens, fell down with a long light tail, and hit the ground fiercely with a bang. on the slate.
The smoke and dust dispersed, and everyone stared intently, all of them dumbfounded.
After the atmosphere froze for a moment, all eyes instantly turned to [War Pirate] Melberry, eyes full of sympathy.
And Melberry himself, at this moment, couldn't help trembling all over his body, his eyes were bloodshot, and the huge anger and regret made him fall into a kind of berserk, and even his face was distorted.
Because, another master of the [Wind Horse] mercenary group fighting fiercely in the sky, the black-robed ice magician with a cold expression and a voice as hoarse as a rusty saw pulling wood, unexpectedly died!
The death was extremely miserable.
He was actually shot down from the sky by a strange arrow with a black glow and a faint silver light, and was nailed to the ground alive. The arrow pierced through his left chest, shattered his bones and heart, and killed the man. An ice magician who was scary more than ten minutes ago was nailed to the body of [Sorrowful Death] Elm.
The strong, fall!
[Wild Horse] The two masters of the mercenary regiment, [War Pirates] Mellberry's most trusted right-hand man, have traveled across a million-mile continent for decades, vicious, bloody hands, everyone is famous for changing color, how insane, big Thousands of battles, big and small, I don't know how many strong people died in their hands. Who would have thought that today, they capsized in this "little gutter" in Chambord City, and they both fell without even a chance to escape.
Deathly silence.
For the [Wind Horse] mercenary group, this is definitely a huge blow.
After this battle, the strength of this so-called largest mercenary group within a million miles has dropped by at least 40%.
Just as everyone exclaimed, a blue flame suddenly flickered above the square.
The flames have dissipated, [Zonda] Fernando? Torres appeared next to Drogba. His condition was much better than [Black-haired Crazy Fist], but his legs were at the knee level, and there was a layer of light blue ice, and there was no trace of other positions. Injured, blond hair fluttering, slender figure, under the moonlight, handsome and extraordinary, like a moon elf, exuding a sacred aura.
Above the square, there was finally an uncontrollable uproar.
The voice became louder and louder, and in the end, almost everyone could no longer suppress the horror and shock in their hearts, and regardless of the mood of Mellberg and the others, they simply started talking blatantly.
The second prince of Zenit, Dominguez, seemed to be familiar with the strangeness at this time, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, not knowing what he was thinking, but the disabled puppy Oka in his arms was looking around with big black eyes, looking around in high spirits. Full, with a very curious look, [Fantastic Witch] Paris had a face full of charm and elegance, the corners of her mouth twitched, and her bright red mouth opened into an O shape, and beside her, [Red Beard] Grane Luo rubbed his face subconsciously, and pulled out his beard, which was as precious as his life, one by one.
[Fire and Blood Mercenaries] The mysterious man with the golden mask sat firmly on his seat. The gorgeous hollow golden mask covered his expression, and he didn't know what he was thinking, but the three behind him with bulging muscles, Shirtless, with a huge ax on his back, and wearing only tight leather pants, the valiant giant warrior, all three pairs of eyes are full of excited light, obviously, the bravery of Chambord Powerhouse has aroused the battle of these three martial idiots and warriors desire.
The eyes of Gourcuff, the prince of the Bordeaux Empire, were filled with excitement. Behind him, four young noble knights in gorgeous armor and pale faces buried their heads in their chests, feeling extremely guilty. He didn't dare to look at the young king who looked like a god and demon in the arena.
In the seating area of the Holy See, the god master Mazzola and the god knight Luciano were pale, without the slightest color of blood, sweating profusely, and their backs were already wet, but it was the old god master with white beard and hair beside them, At this time, he has recovered his calm, still has a confident expression, with a tepid smile on his face, like watching a play, and the climax has not yet arrived! …
Center of the square.
The sudden change of mind made the moon-level powerhouse of the Metz Empire extremely ugly, and stopped his approaching steps.
He may be very sure of dealing with a seriously injured Drogba, but when Torres is also standing beside him, the 'bearded' is a bit difficult. When Luoba was seriously injured, he stood up to take advantage of it. Seeing such a scene now, he naturally hesitated a little.
"Bah, this kind of thing dares to keep claiming to take Lao Tzu's head?"
When Drogba saw this scene, a sneer of disdain appeared on his face.
Torres had blond hair fluttering and stood proudly. Although he didn't say anything, the curve of the corner of his mouth still vividly revealed a hint of sarcasm.
"What are you still doing? Kill him!"
This scene made Sark, the prince of the Metz Empire, feel humiliated and angry, and he shouted angrily.
The bearded face was white and red, and he shook his teeth, like a prisoner who was forced to go to the execution ground. He looked at the two strong men from Chambord City on the opposite side, hesitated for a while, and finally burst out such a sentence: "Two dozen One is not considered a hero, if you have the ability to fight Lao Tzu one-on-one!"
"Hahahahahaha!"
When Drogba heard this, he was taken aback for a moment, and then he looked up to the sky and laughed, and it was difficult to hide the dismissive sarcasm in the laughter.
Torres just shook his head slightly, and a look of uncontrollable laughter flashed in his eyes.
"What? What are you laughing at? Don't you dare?"
The beard is also a living treasure. This time, he completely let go, and he didn't feel ashamed. He stuffed the dignity of the moon-level powerhouse into his crotch, and said more and more provocatively: "If you don't dare, just get out. I don't bother with two Fight the wounded!"