"King of Byzantium, the person who the Blood Knife Mercenary Group wants, you really don't know whether you live or die, and you dare to refuse to pay?"

A domineering low shout came from a vassal camp in front of him that was not in a hurry and half of Chambord City, Sun Fei looked up and saw that the camp a hundred meters away was already surrounded by people, his eyes were like electricity, and he instantly saw through the cracks that there seemed to be some conflict in the center of the camp, and the side that had the upper hand in the conflict, more than a dozen big men were all in black and light leather armor, and on top of the leather armor on their chests, there was a blood-dripping scimitar embroidered.

This is the symbol of the Blood Knife Mercenary Group!

It's really hard to find a place to break through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it.

Sun Fei quietly squeezed into the crowd, came to the front, and saw through the fence of the camp that he saw the huge stone pillars beyond the mystery, on which were engraved with the three big characters of Byzantium, indicating to people that this small camp was the residence of a small vassal called Byzantium.

Sun Fei had not heard the name of this small country before, but from the whispers of the surrounding audience, he knew that this Byzantine State was actually a very weak sixth-class dependent small country, but the geographical location within the territory of the empire was just the opposite of Chambord City, located in the southernmost coastal harbor of the Zenit Empire, with a pleasant climate and relatively beautiful scenery, and it occupied a small harbor in the empire, and the geographical conditions were much better than Chambord City.

Among the other large camps next to the Byzantine State camp, several neighboring countries of Byzantium are stationed, so there are people who know their situation very well among the onlookers, and Sun Fei has obtained more information in the continuous whispering, this Byzantine State is weak, but it occupies an important small port in the southern geographical location, and has always been regarded as fat meat by the surrounding vassal countries, coveted again and again, the old king died two years ago, leaving a minor only son to inherit the throne, and there are ministers to control the authority, the whole kingdom is suddenly in external and internal difficulties, this time the little king personally led people to participate in the martial arts competition, is hoping to keep the Byzantine imperial canonization, but for some reason, it actually clashed with the famous bloody knife mercenary group in the imperial capital.

The Blood Knife Mercenary Group is one of the four major mercenary groups in the empire, with its power all over the imperial capital and beyond, with a strong reputation and masters, and the support of the empire's great aristocratic group behind it, among the twenty-mile camp, only the ten first-class vassal states and a few powerful second-class vassal states can make it retreat by three points, such as Byzantium, a weak and precarious sixth-class vassal country, maybe the title will be canceled after this martial arts combat competition, and the blood knife will naturally not be afraid, but blatantly broke into the camp.

"Our head admires Miss Isabella, and specially invited her to the imperial capital headquarters for a banquet, Byzantine King, how dare you stop it?" A strong man with two eight-edged black iron hammers larger than his body on his back waited for the young Byzantine King to sneer, and the color of threat was overflowing.

The Byzantine king was a handsome but thin young man, obviously pampered for a long time, not deeply involved in the world, with anger in his eyes, and some hesitation and helplessness, wearing a white robe to cover his body, his thin body trembled slightly because of nervousness, he tightly hugged a graceful girl with one arm, and protected the panicked girl with his chest, as if he was holding his own life, he did not let go, and in the face of the angry rebuke of the strong man, he begged: "Captain Harry, Isabella...... She...... I'm sick, please let her go, let her go!"

The king of a country, so low-voiced, it can be seen that the Byzantine state has indeed been weak for a long time.

"Hehe, sick, the Blood Knife Headquarters, there are the best doctors and healing magicians in the imperial capital, just to cure her illness, let's go!" The strong man with the double giant hammer on his back did not stop the Byzantine king's defense, his eyes were firmly fixed on the girl who was protecting the Byzantine king in his arms, his eyes were faintly shining, and he looked like he was dazed, and he wanted to swallow the girl.

"You are so presumptuous, Isabella is the future princess of my Byzantine state, the person your majesty loves deeply, the royal nobles, how dare you rude and persecute my king like this?"

Bang!

A hammer swings.

The head of the guard who was loyal to the Lord was instantly smashed into a pile of flesh, and blood splattered.

The strong man named Harry grinned, and defiantly rubbed the giant hammer stained with the flesh and blood of the guards on the corpse of the tragically dead guard, rubbed off the red and white **, and then inserted it back into his back, he did not give the slightest explanation from beginning to end, as if the blow of the hammer just now was just an annoying fly, not the personal guard of the Byzantine king.

"You ......" the Byzantine king was shocked and angry.

"Your Majesty, what are you still hesitating about? Please quickly agree to Captain Harry's request, for the sake of a woman, do you want to cut off my hope of the Byzantine State? Don't forget, only with the help of the Blood Knife Mercenary Group, can the Byzantine Kingdom hope to keep its name in this martial arts competition!" Behind the Byzantine king, a short and fat middle-aged man in a purple brocade official robe spoke, looking at his status and status, he seemed to be a minister of the Byzantine state, but the tone of his speech was mostly scolding the young Byzantine king, while the giant hammer Harry nodded and was full of flattering smiles, and his position was playful.

"Ike, you're a herald of the Byzantine state, how do you ...... You ......" The young Byzantine king pointed to the rich fat man, angry and didn't know what to say.

"Hmph, Your Majesty, please make a quick decision, don't be a sinner of the Byzantine state for a woman, and bury the blood of the previous king!" the rich fat flicked the snowflakes on the official's robe and said coldly.

"Your Majesty, save me, save me!" the maiden begged like a frightened fawn into the arms of the young Byzantine king, crying and pleading.

The wind blew and snowflakes fell on the heads of the young Byzantine kings.

His loyal guard had just been smashed to pieces with a hammer in front of his eyes, and the blood on his corpse was stained red with white snow, and the blood was still steaming......

His enemies are aggressively forcing him to hand over the woman he loves.

His ministers, however, were around him to help him speak aggressively and persecutively.

At this time, the Byzantine king, the young and thin body bears a huge weight, as if it is about to collapse at any time, his eyes are full of love and reluctance for the girl in his arms, more like a helpless ordinary weak boy in love, rather than the king of a country.

"Your Majesty, what are you waiting for? Are you really going to provoke Captain Harry to be angry? You are even ignoring the survival of Byzantium for the sake of a lowly woman?" the purple-robed fat middle-aged man glared at the Byzantine king angrily and urged in a cold voice.

"I'm ......" the young Byzantine king had a pained look in his eyes, and he struggled with contradictions.

"Hmph!" The Twin Giant Hammer Man, who was obviously the leader of the Blood Knife Present, snorted coldly and exerted pressure, and the other dozen or so mercenaries sneered unkindly.

"Your Majesty, Isabella doesn't want you to bear the charge of destroying the country, I am willing to give everything for you, I ...... Lord Harry, Isabella is willing to go with you to the imperial capital for a banquet, and I beg you, don't forget your promise, please help Your Majesty keep the title of Byzantine state in the military exercises......"

Looking at the contradictory and painful expression in the young king's eyes, the innocent girl finally understood something, she sighed softly, and reluctantly came out of the warm embrace of her lover, crystal clear tears, slid down her white cheeks, and dripped into the snow, his delicate and petite body stood trembling in the snow, facing a group of wolf-like bloody knives, like a delicate little white flower in the cold wind, with despair and heartbreak on her pure face, Chu Chu was pitiful.

"No......" The young Byzantine king was painful and desperate, reaching out to save something, but was pulled by an obese middle-aged man in purple.

"Hahahaha!" the Bloody Knife mercenaries smirked.

"Alas...... What a group of brutes, in the past few days, there are no less than fifty girls from various countries who have been snatched away by them in various names......" In the crowd outside the barracks, some people sighed in a low voice, the Blood Knife Mercenary Regiment has specially bought some beautiful girls from various affiliated countries these days, and brought them into the imperial capital as gifts to the forces behind them, such a viciousness has caused a lot of resentment, but the blood knife is powerful, and there is the support of the big nobles behind it, and some of the subject countries dare not speak out.

The softest part of Sun Fei's heart was instantly touched by the scene in front of him.

Especially seeing the painful and struggling eyes of the young Byzantine king, as well as the desperate heartbroken and sad look of the girl named Isabella, I don't know why, Sun Fei suddenly felt that the situation of the Byzantine king and his beloved woman was so similar to some of the things he had experienced......

Thinking of this, Sun Fei lifted the cloak that was buckled on his head.

"Kill all the thieves of the Blood Knife Mercenary Group, unrelated people, quickly dodge!"

A loud shout suddenly came from the crowd.

With the loud shouts, there were dozens of red fireballs with a diameter of more than ten centimeters that shot out in an instant.

Boom Boom Boom Boom ——!

In an instant, flames burst into the air, the temperature suddenly increased, a crimson color lit up the night sky, and powerful magic fluctuations shook the audience, and more than a dozen members of the Blood Knife Mercenary Regiment bore the brunt of it, caught off guard, and were hit by fireballs head-on!

"Ahhh......h

The bloody knife mercenary who was hit by the red fireball suddenly burned with scorching flames, rolled to the ground in a scream, rolling back and forth, but he couldn't extinguish the flames, and was soon burned into a pile of ashes, and even the armor and weapons on his body turned into molten iron!

The whole scene was terrifying.

"Who?" said Harry, the leader of the Blood Knives, as he gripped the hammers and turned to shout.

"Kill your people!" Sun Fei switched from [Mage Mode] to [Barbarian Mode], laughed wildly and separated everyone, strode into the camp, full of killing intent, awe-inspiring, one step heaven and earth moved, two steps of ghosts and gods were frightened, as if a demon god descended from the sky, and walked towards the field step by step.

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