Someone they know very well.

A person they never forget.

It was Michael Owen, who claimed to be one of the four thorns under the command of King Chambord, who met in the restaurant today, a young black knight who looked to be only thirteen or fourteen years old, but at this time, this arrogant young man had changed into a tight-fitting suit made of monster fur and nitrate, and his clear eyes were blooming with impatience, like a beast staring at its prey, staring at the mercenaries.

"Lord Owen, why are you here?" asked the strong man in the red turban with an expressionless face, he held the war knife in his hand, and made a gesture behind his back with one hand, and more than twenty mercenaries scattered silently, each occupying a position, faintly combining into an extremely obscure formation, quietly surrounding Owen in the middle.

"What kind of plan is that?" Owen asked softly, frowning.

This was the first informative word he had heard in the nearly ten hours he had been hiding in this courtyard, and if it weren't for the fact that the captain of the red turban had noticed something unusual and wanted to disperse and lurk, Owen really didn't want to show up so quickly, so quickly.

The strong man with the scar opened his mouth, licked the war knife in his hand, and suddenly smiled fiercely: "Lord Owen? As he spoke, the fiery red fighting aura on his body had begun to shine, and the more than twenty mercenaries around him began to surround him silently.

"Oh, in that case, let's go into more detail. Owen also licked the black black dagger in his hand, his eyes flashing with excitement.

"Want to know...... Hahaha, go to hell and ask the Grim Reaper!hahaha, fire-flame-giant-python-of-kiss!!!!"

The strong man with the scar suddenly burst out, a heavy war knife, in his hand turned into a huge fire python, this is a terrible illusion of the five-star fighting qi technique, whining and strange sound, enough to disturb people's minds, the giant python condensed by the flames, the abdomen is attached to the ground, ploughing off the traces, winding out of a strange and uncertain route, fluttering to the extreme, approaching in an instant, swallowing the letter in the mouth of the blood basin, with a hot breath, swallowing the sky and the earth, ruthlessly devouring towards Owen.

At the same time, the mercenaries who came up from all sides made a move.

This is a kind of formation technique often used by the [Wind Horse] mercenary group, which is not complicated, but it is very practical, and when used by multiple people, it can exert several times the power, and it can often gather the strength of many people, and kill the strong at the month level, and rarely miss in the case of standing in a good position first.

The raging turbulence of vindictive energy drowned out Owen's figure.

The strong man with the scar was happy in his heart, but at this moment, there was a cool breeze behind him, and he suddenly had a creepy feeling of being targeted by a poisonous snake, and danger drowned him like a tide.

"Not good, the other party...... There are even helpers, damn it!"

At this moment, he finally understood that the [Killing Stab] Owen did not come alone, in the secret, and his companions, launched a ruthless surprise attack, at this moment of life and death, the strong man with the cross scar could no longer care about making a move to deal with Owen, the instinctive reaction of the warrior made him immediately turn over and retreat, the combat knife in his hand rotated one hundred and eighty degrees, and slashed behind him at a strange angle.

The mercenary career on the death line made his reaction ability to the extreme in battle.

All movements, in one go, without the slightest slowness.

However, all in vain.

This time, he was extremely satisfied with the rapid response, but it didn't bring him any life, and the piercing coldness on the back of his neck, just a little later, quickly stuck to the artery in his neck, and then remembered an ethereal and indifferent voice in his ear-

"If you want to die, you can move. ”

This voice, drifting out of the dust, has an indescribable charm, like a turbid son who is floating out of the dust looking down on the red dust.

From beginning to end, the strong man with the cross scar couldn't even see clearly what kind of opponent he used his weapon to resist his vital point.

And in front of him, without the coordination of the main force of the strong man with the cross scar and the 'array eye', the battle skills suddenly became incomplete, and the greatest damage was lost.

The battle skills of the [Wind Horse] mercenary group seemed to be completely expected by the opponent.

Every fleeting flaw was calculated by [Killing Thorn] Owen.

Wearing flowers and butterflies, the moment of lightning and fire, more than 20 carefully selected elite mercenaries all collapsed to the ground softly.

Feeling the terrifying cold touch on his neck, the strong man with the red turban cross scar looked at it with a tear, but there was nothing he could do, nothing could be done.

Owen stood unscathed, habitually licking the black black dagger in his hand, his expression was extremely relaxed, and his eyes were full of contempt and disdain, looking at the strong man with the cross scar.

"Who is it? Tell me, who are you?" the strong man with the cross scar sank little by little, and he asked the man who was standing behind him and holding him hostage.

"The four thorns under the seat of Chambord, Gonzalez Raul. The ethereal and dusty voice rang in his ears.

......

In Chambord City, there is a grassy and fragrant backyard of a unique post station.

"Hey, what's going on? It's said that this place has been completely covered by our [Fire Blood] mercenary group, and it doesn't accept guests, are you deaf? Why are you still going inside! Stop, just say what about you, what's going on, stop for me!"

The doorway to the backyard of the inn.

Two pretty female mercenaries in strong costumes with indignation on their faces hurriedly chased after them, stopping the three strangers who were about to break in, and the two little girls stopped the aisle, with unkind faces, holding the weapons in their hands, and looking the three uninvited guests up and down.

"Little sister, you'd better get out of the way, I'll find your captain. Among the strangers, a tall, thin boy on the left, about fourteen or fifteen years old, grinned, revealing a mouthful of neat white teeth.

"Hmph, our captain, is that what you said you were going to meet?" said the little girl with short red hair indignantly.

"That's it, report your names first, line up a number, and wait until our captain, when we are free, we have already made a lot of more than a hundred bad intentions to a pervert like you, save your worries, want to chase our captain, you few, it's still far away!" another little girl with long black hair and a ponytail glared.

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

"Phew, how can our captain run? Who do you think you are......" The little girl with short red hair showed a very disdainful expression on her face with baby fat, but she was not too stupid, and in the next moment, she seemed to understand something, and immediately pulled the black ponytail companion beside her, made a vigilant look, drew the thin sword at her waist, and asked viciously: "Say, who are you?"

"Alright, Lisa, let the three distinguished guests in. At this moment, a crisp and pleasant soft voice came from the small courtyard behind, and a beautiful girl wearing a black magic robe and a beautiful parrot-like monster dragging a long colorful and beautiful tail stood on her shoulder, walking slowly.

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