"You...... You...... You actually spoke like that to this prince?"

The prince of the Metz Empire, Sark, was enraged by Drogba's provocation, as the prince of the super empire, under one person, above ten thousand, under the command of thousands of armor, masters like clouds, how noble his identity is, a small warrior attached to the king, as small as an ant, actually pointed his nose and talked to himself like this, which made him angry, and it was not easy to speak, and the graceful demeanor of the prince of the great empire on weekdays was gone.

"Hehe, Your Highness, please stop the wrath of thunder, it's not worth it, this Chambod pariah, although he is a moon-level powerhouse, but now he is seriously injured and half dead, his subordinates only need one move, you can twist his head off, let His Highness kick it as a ball, and vent his anger at will. ”

A bearded Mace Empire master flashed out from behind Sack, his tone arrogant and his confident smile.

He had already been taken by Drogba's fierce momentum, but at this time, he couldn't wait to jump out, because he could see that Drogba had been seriously injured in the previous battle after all, you must know that the [Bitter Death] Elm is a veteran moon-level powerhouse of the [Wind Horse] mercenary group, and Drogba is just a new junior, although he killed the opponent with a blockbuster, he was indeed seriously injured at this time, and he had no strength to fight again, so he just picked up a bargain.

"Okay, soak him well, don't let him die too happily, I'm going to let this pariah cry and bleed. Sack, the prince of Metz, gritted his teeth.

"Your Highness, rest assured, I will let this pariah regret coming to this world. The beard agreed.

He walked out in a few steps, and the momentum of his body suddenly bloomed in the next moment, and wisps of azure light and flames made a great effort, enveloping the whole person in it, and there was a sound of rushing water in the air, like the surging waves of the ocean, and he was obviously also a moon-level powerhouse.

With Drogba not even standing on his feet at this time, it is completely unrealistic to want to fight another veteran moon-level powerhouse.

In the VIP seating area, a handsome young man with golden yellow semi-short hair and as a god sighed softly, and glanced at the back of the young king who had stepped on the top of the nine-story thirty-six-step platform in the distance, knowing that in such a situation, he should have made a move, he turned to the two pretty girls in turquoise suits behind him and smiled slightly, and was about to stand up, at this moment-

Boom!!!! bang!!!!

A sharp sound of breaking the sky pierced everyone's eardrums, and above the sky, a cyan stream of light flame fell like a star in the nine heavens, holding a long tail of light, and with a bang, it slammed into the stone slab on the ground.

The smoke and dust dispersed, and everyone looked at it intently, and everyone was dumbfounded.

After the atmosphere froze for a moment, all eyes instantly looked towards the [War Pirate] Melberry, and their eyes were full of sympathy.

And Melberry himself, at this time, couldn't help but tremble all over, his eyes were bloody, and the huge anger and regret made his whole person fall into a kind of rage, and even his face was distorted.

Because, another master of the [Wind Horse] mercenary group who was fighting fiercely in the sky, that black-robed ice magician with a cold expression and a voice as hoarse as rusty saws pulling wood, actually died!

The death was extremely tragic.

It was actually shot down from the sky by a strange arrow with a dark black glow with a faint silver light, nailed to the ground alive, the arrow pierced his left chest, shattered the bones and heart, and nailed this ice magician, who was terrifying ten minutes ago, to the corpse of [Bitter Death] Elm.

The strong, the fallen!

The two masters of the mercenary group, the most trusted right-hand man of the [War Pirate] Melberry, has been crisscrossing the continent for millions of miles for decades, fierce and vicious, full of blood, everyone is famous for changing color, how arrogant, thousands of battles large and small, I don't know how many strong people died in their hands, who would have thought that today they capsized in the 'small gutter' of Chambord City, and they didn't even have a chance to escape, so they both fell.

Deathly silence.

For the [Wind Wanderer] mercenary group, this is definitely a huge blow.

After this battle, the strength of this mercenary group, which is known as the largest mercenary group within a radius of a million miles, has dropped by at least forty percent.

Just as everyone exclaimed, above the square, a cyan flame suddenly flickered.

The light dissipated, and [Son of the Wind] Fernando Torres appeared beside Drogba, his state was much better than that of [Black Hair Crazy Fist], but his legs were knee-high, filled with a layer of light blue ice, and there was no injury in other positions, blonde hair fluttering, slender body, under the moonlight, handsome and extraordinary, like a moon elf, diffusing a divine aura.

On the square, an irrepressible uproar finally sounded.

The voice became louder and louder, and in the end, almost all of them could no longer suppress the horror and shock in their hearts, and regardless of the mood of Melberry and the others, they simply blatantly exchanged heads and ears to discuss.

Domingos, the second prince of Zenit, seemed to be surprised at this time, narrowed his eyes slightly, and didn't know what he was thinking, but the disabled puppy Oka in his arms was looking left and right with big black eyes, full of energy, and looked very curious, [Demon Witch] Paris had a charming face, the corners of her mouth twitched, and her red and glamorous little mouth opened into an O-shape, and beside her, [Redbeard] Granero subconsciously rubbed his face, pulling his precious beard one by one.

The mysterious man in the golden mask sat firmly in his seat, the gorgeous hollow golden mask obscured his expression, and he didn't know what he was thinking, but the three fierce giant warriors behind him with bulging muscles, ** upper body, carrying a giant axe, and wearing only tight leather pants, all three pairs of eyes were full of excited light, and it was obvious that the bravery of the strong man of the incense wave aroused the desire of these three martial arts madmen to fight.

The eyes of Gourcuff, the prince of the Bordeaux Empire, were full of excitement, and the four young noble knights behind him with gorgeous armor and pale faces buried their heads in their chests, and their hearts were so weak that they did not dare to look at the god-like young king in the field.

In the seating area of the Holy See, the Divine Master Mazzola and the Divine Knight Luciano were pale, without the slightest blood, sweat was like rain, and their backs were already wet, but the old priest with white hair beside them had regained his calm at this time, and he still had a confident expression, with a tepid smile on his face, as if he was watching a play, and he hadn't waited for the arrival of **!

......

In the middle of the square.

The sudden change of hexagram made the moon-level powerhouse of the Mace Empire look extremely ugly, and he stopped approaching.

Dealing with a seriously injured Drogba, he may be very sure, but when Torres is also standing by his side, the 'beard' is a little difficult, he is not a tough man, so just now when he saw Drogba seriously injured, he stood up to pick up the cheap, and now when he sees such a scene, he naturally hesitates a little.

"Bah, this kind of thing, dare to keep saying that you want to take Lao Tzu's head?" Drogba saw this scene, and a sneer of disdain appeared on his face.

Torres' blonde hair fluttered and stood proudly, although he didn't say anything, but the slight curvature of the corners of his mouth still showed a touch of mockery and ridicule vividly.

"What are you doing in a daze, kill him for me!" this scene made the prince of the Mace Empire, Sax, feel humiliated and angry, and he shouted angrily.

The bearded face was white and red, shook his teeth, like a prisoner who was forced to the execution ground, looked at the two Chambord City powerhouses opposite, hesitated a few times, and finally burst out with such a sentence: "Two fights and one is not a hero, you have the ability to fight one-on-one with Lao Tzu!"

"Hahahahaha!!" Drogba was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then looked up to the sky and laughed, and it was difficult to hide the disdainful ridicule in the laughter.

Torres just shook his head slightly, a look of laughter flashing in his eyes.

"What's the matter, what are you laughing at? Don't dare?" The beard is also a living treasure, this time it is completely let go, and I don't feel ashamed, I completely stuffed the dignity of the moon-level powerhouse into the crotch of my pants, and said more and more provocatively: "If you don't dare, get out, Lao Tzu disdains to fight with two wounded soldiers!"

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The first update.

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