"What's your name?"

After the warrior of the Long-Handed Clan was dressed simply, his long brown hair was tied into a scorpion-tail braid, and he walked to the table with the Long-Footed Clan in a rather imposing manner. Maybe he was attracted by the food, so he didn't put on much posture, but politely stroked Johnny's chest before he sat down and spoke.

"My name is Cytro, his name is Sektor, we floated over the sea, and somehow, we came here!"

As he spoke, he ate the meal on the table unceremoniously, and Johnny originally planned to let them eat something like rice porridge that was easy to digest first, but seeing this way, he dispelled that idea. A powerful warrior is not only physically strong, but even his stomach may be iron.

"Do you have any other friends, or do you have any family of your own? Where is your hometown? ”

Jonny has a lot of questions that he wants to ask. No matter what the long-handed Citro was whimpering with as he stuffed the pieces of meat into his mouth, he didn't understand it at all. The long-footed Sektor is similar, but he seems to prefer fish, shrimp and seafood to those pieces of meat. Maybe he was so hungry that he even chewed and swallowed the shrimp shells.

The owner of the castle waved at Thatch and Regoro, signaling that they could handle it themselves. And the escorts who had been repelled before had anger on their faces, looking aggrieved that they wanted to do something but didn't dare to come up.

For dinner, even Berch, the king of big stomachs, will eat as much as he wants, and Citro and Sektor actually ate two or three servings. You know, in normal times, if it were those maids and servants, five or six people would be able to eat enough for this portion. Each of them ate the food of seven or eight people, and it seemed that they were really hungry.

"Ah, I'm so full!"

The long-handed warrior patted his bulging belly and said with a satisfied smile on his face. His body could no longer sit forward, his leaning back and his comfortable eyes narrowed.

"It's been a long time since I've eaten this good, it's such a great feeling!"

The warriors of the Longfoot Clan were similar, but they turned their bodies sideways, crossed Erlang's legs, and sat comfortably on the chairs. With a glass of wine in his hand, he looked at the soldiers not far away, with a slight provocation.

"Hmph, a group of weak Terran warriors!"

Seccodo's words were like igniting the fuse of gunpowder, and the atmosphere here suddenly became much more solemn. Jonny glanced sideways at Loggins and Regoro and nodded slightly. Then his gaze swept to the warriors of the Longfoot Clan, and his eyes also flashed with a strange light.

The moonlight was good tonight, and the stone man didn't slow down too much by the reflection of the snow, and moved in the direction of the royal city. The warriors who had been scouting outside the castle on their floats also returned to the castle. Loggins and Regolo didn't bother to talk to each other, and went to the ring with Citro and Sector.

"It looks pretty much the same here, and it doesn't look like you're as useless as you think!"

The group went to the second floor of the supermarket, where there was a fighting ring for goods. The long-footed warrior seemed to have a kind of arrogance in his bones, but after seeing the wide variety of goods in the supermarket, his face showed some consternation.

"It's a blessing that they're here!"

Fergman and Gruli were also standing on the edge of the ring. After knowing that they were from the sea, and then after several bumps and all kinds of hardships, they came here, but they couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"Hehe, it's also a little faster, otherwise, even if you escape the hunting of the Zerg and the Black Sea Clan, you won't be able to escape the cold of the snow season this time!"

In the wind and snow along the way, the hardships of finally coming here, Cytro didn't hide much, and told them one by one. At this time, in the ring, Sektor was fighting fiercely with a genetic warrior.

The warriors of the long-footed clan had the upper hand, and the genetic warriors had no weapons, and with their bare hands, they suffered a secret loss of insufficient attack distance, and their combat effectiveness could not be exerted half, and they were almost pressed and beaten by the other party.

Bang!

If we talk about combat effectiveness alone, in fact, there will not be much difference between the two. But the kicking skills of the long-footed warriors are extremely strong, and the momentum between the movements is even more amazing. Coupled with the blessing of speed and strength, a pair of long legs relied on the advantage of attack range, and after seeing the opportunity, he twisted his waist and threw his legs and kicked the genetic warrior out of the ring.

"You two, go up together!"

When the genetic warrior was kicked out of the ring, two warriors with whom he had a good relationship jumped and took it down, and then looked at the longfoot warrior with cold eyes. Sektor sneered contemptuously, pointed his finger at the two of them, and hooked it. The contempt that came from the victors, even the shark people, had a strange glint in their eyes.

"Isn't it just that your legs are a little longer, and you don't look like you have any other skills! It's okay, just think of it as an after-dinner exercise and play with you! ”

Loggins and Regolo retracted their steps, and looked at the captain of the guard who had stood behind the longfoot warrior with a smile on their faces, with a smile of anticipation in their eyes.

"It's a pity, it's a step too slow!"

Gille and Papak had just rushed over now, looking at the figures who were already standing in the ring, and they also knew the cause and effect, and their faces showed a little loneliness. However, when they saw the burly long-hand warrior who also looked like he was also strong, their faces showed a somewhat strange look.

"You look, there are still some looks, let's shoot!"

Sektor turned sideways to Gruli, his right leg raised, and his tone was still a little arrogant. The long-footed warriors don't seem to like wearing shoes, and have no clothing other than a pair of shorts on their lower bodies. When he found him, more tattered sundries were also used by him on the upper body, and it seemed that those long legs were not only powerful, but also very unusual.

"Hehe, I don't have a problem, but don't regret it!"

Among the captains of the escort team and the captains of the guards, as well as the commanders of the magic battalion, his combat effectiveness is not very strong. But the speed of action is unmatched by few people. As soon as Gruli finished speaking, the man had already disappeared into the ring.

It turned out that the figure where he was standing, with a little smile on his face, slowly blurred, and then disappeared. However, the long-footed warrior was not weak, and his raised right leg kicked violently into the air. Please Baidu "Throw Book Network" Thank you for your support!