When they were about to be punctured into honeycomb coal, these icicles seemed to have eyes, and actually bypassed the two teams.

It was only after seeing this scene that Wilton concluded that this was at least a composite magic of more than two systems. Wind magic accelerates, and ice attacks primarily.

As for this strange tracking method, with his magical knowledge, he still can't understand the mystery. It didn't take long for the blue light on Dewey's body to flicker like an alarm light, which meant that the power of the scroll was about to run out.

At the same time, he felt that his body was getting heavier and heavier, and the speed at which he had been galloping just now had slowed down.

This slows down, and the worst comes. Looking at the icicles that came out of his chest and were stained with blood, Dewey's eyes widened, his expression became more and more distorted, and he fell to the ground in a groan of pain.

"It's finally over. Looking at Dewey's body, those present finally breathed a sigh of relief. Watching this one-sided massacre, the mercenaries present were inevitably a little sad, and the eyes of Ning Fan and the others were even more fearful.

Regarding the death of these mercenaries, Ning Fan did not have any burden in his heart. If these mercenaries don't die today, it will be the villagers of Hill Village who will suffer in the future.

Maybe the mercenaries won't be idle and cross the vast sea to find trouble with the villagers. But what if?

Ning Fan would not gamble on the conscience of these people. Especially when the tower man said that, the cruelty and greed in his eyes illustrated the essence of the mercenary jackal.

The almost child's play farce was over, and Rebecca wanted to continue talking to Ning Fan for a while. However, under Wilton's persuasion, he agreed to choose a more suitable time.

No matter who is right or wrong, with Ning Fan's decisive and ruthless killing methods, it is best to keep a safe distance before this killing.

Otherwise, with the strength of Ning Fan and Vivian, if they burst out and kill people, I am afraid that everyone present will die.

When Ning Fan returned, he immediately enjoyed the treatment of a hero. No one would have a heart attack and think that he was too drastic.

Although the villagers of Hill Village have never had blood on their hands, their hearts have long been extremely resilient in the difficult years.

Only Sanganda couldn't laugh, he was the village chief and was responsible for hundreds of villagers. The price of happiness and revenge has become a piece of his heart.

Sanganda did not pity these dead people, for fear that someone would tell me about today's events. Who doesn't have a friend, if someone comes to take revenge, the village will face destruction.

"Old village chief, don't worry, I'll take care of this. "Ning Fan is a good hand at cutting grass and eradicating roots, how could he not think of the sequelae.

These mercenaries were hired by Rebecca, the daughter of the marquis, who would surely know their details.

If it is a lone wolf, it will naturally die if it dies. If there is a team behind it, then it will be uprooted. As long as there is no bitter master, the villagers will have no worries.

What's more, with the location of Hill Island, it is not certain whether the other party is willing to risk wading into the sea. Moreover, the whole village of Hill Island practices martial arts, and it won't be long before the fifth- and sixth-order warriors will bloom everywhere, which is enough to protect themselves.

Therefore, Ning Fan is not worried about future troubles, and he will never regret teaching the villagers to practice martial arts. Stepping on the rivers and lakes is involuntarily.

Since the cultivation of all the people in Hill Village, some things have been doomed. This generation of villagers may be able to tolerate the impulse of the outside world.

But when the next generation grows up and goes out with the enthusiasm of young people, it will definitely break the long-standing way of life in the village.

With Sanganda's wisdom, he would not have failed to think of this, but he did not object. This is a world where strength speaks, and everyone cultivates hard to change the fate of future generations.

The village of Hill has been a pariah for generations, making a living from fishing. Do they really like this kind of life?

No, they just can't change it. If given the opportunity, they are willing to shed their blood and sacrifice to change the fate of the village.

These are the prevailing values of Middle-earth. Sanganda is not worried about such a thing as grievances, but is afraid that there will be not enough time, and the villagers will be involved in the turmoil before they grow up.

Hearing Ning Fan's assurances at this moment, Sanganda's worries were gone.

"Rum, you go and take a few men to dispose of the corpse and take back the loot. "Say

At the time of "trophies", a hint of excitement flashed on Sanganda's wrinkled old face. He used to live as a mercenary, but he didn't want to get this trophy of honor, but he never got what he wanted.

"I've already told them that I'll leave on their boat when the time comes. Hearing Ning Fan's words, Sang Ganda was obviously stunned, and then nodded, this was expected after all.

On the day after the life-and-death fight, the two mercenary squads that were still resting on Hill Island returned to the Hope.

Having been adrift at sea for more than half a year, no one is more eager for a down-to-earth life on land than they are. But no matter how much you desire in your heart, it is not as important as your own life.

A Sky Warrior, an Eighth-Order Magister, on other occasions, these people must have come to ask for advice with a cheeky face.

But a life-and-death battle made everyone understand the ruthlessness of these two masters. It was obviously a very small matter, but this Sky Warrior pretended to be stupid and stunned, and deliberately provoked others to die.

The heart is ruthless and insidious, which can be seen to be unusual. You know, in that case at the time. As long as the two of them show their strength, this kind of thing will not happen at all.

Those mercenaries kowtowed and begged for mercy before it was too late, how dare they speak out. turned out to be at the cost of nearly 20 lives, letting everyone know the true faces of the two.

If you stay on the island

"Touching porcelain", that's really a wrongful death. After burying the dead mercenaries, Rum and the others returned with the looted loot.

said that it was trophies, but in Ning Fan's opinion, it was some rags.

"It's so poor. Vivien glanced at her and looked away. Otherwise, no, I agreed to Rebecca's employment for money.

These dead mercenaries are really completely poor, and they don't even have a copper plate on them. Only the leather armor and plate armor worn by the body, and the metal weapons are still valuable, but this value is only for the villagers.

There is a shortage of iron tools in Hill Village, and the only iron tools are still used for farming and fishing, and they are usually worshiped as treasures.

"I don't even have magic items, it's too bad. Ning Fan pouted, the harvest this time was really unsatisfactory, and he couldn't help but hand it over to Sanganda.

The next day, the wooden boat from the Hope arrived at the beach again. Looking at Rebecca, who came to him on purpose, Ning Fan joked,

"Aren't you afraid that I will deliberately trouble you?" Hearing this, Rebecca's pretty face blushed slightly, and Hilton was embarrassed and embarrassed.

Yesterday, it was he who reminded him to be careful of Ning Fan's excuses, which moved Rebecca to return. The latest chapter of the 2139th chapter of the wife of the president of the iceberg and I ended the farce URL: