"I wonder if what the Overseer said really came from the heart?" Saman Giroud was surprisingly not angry, but rather chillingly calm. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"What's not in the heart, it's not a very normal thing? Do you want me to teach you this little thing? The Overseer smiled wickedly.

"Oh, that's foolishness, and the Overseer bothered to teach." Saman Giroud bites the word "adult" very hard.

"General? I can't do it. The non-commissioned officers and soldiers next to him hurriedly persuaded him.

"Hehe, it seems that General Saman Giroud is not completely stubborn and flexible."

"In that case, follow the Overseer's wishes." Saman Giroud said calmly.

And the soldiers around them all had incredible expressions on their faces.

The dwarf Overseer smirked at what Saman Giroud was going to do.

I saw Saman Giroud slowly draw the long sword on his waist, and the saber that emitted a faint green light was so dazzling at the moment.

"Shogun, no." The non-commissioned officer and the other soldiers immediately knelt down and pleaded.

Looking at Saman Giroud, who was hesitant, the Overseer smirked.

"What's the matter, the general can't do it? Or do you need me to do it for the general?"

"Extraordinary Overseer, in that case, you can die." Saman Giroud said very calmly.

Before the words fell, I saw a cold light sweep by.

The Overseer's face was horrified and angry, and the short Overseer slid a dagger out of his sleeve and leaned to the left.

It's a pity that General Saman Giroud suddenly broke out, and he took this guy's life as soon as he made a move.

The dwarf Overseer could only try to avoid the point.

"Ahh A trail of blood accompanied by screams.

The Overseer looked down as a sword pierced through his back, blood dripping down. It was the non-commissioned officer who knelt in the back and pleaded for mercy when this guy was stabbed by Saman Giroud in the right arm, and the guy's body reacted for a moment and he was killed.

"You... You guys? The Overseer had a look of incredulity on his face.

He said with a smile spitting blood.

"I didn't expect me to underestimate you, it's interesting that you dare to rebel and ignore your family hehe, you wait for them to be buried together.。。。

"Don't bother, you bother. When I came to this hellish place, I arranged for them. I don't know what you guys think you're up to. Saman Giroud said very indifferently.

"Ahem." The Overseer coughed up blood from the corners of his mouth.

"It seems that we underestimate the general, but you will come to accompany me soon, you will never be able to get out here."

Saman Giroud's cold face suddenly twisted into a twisted smile, and he crouched down and whispered something in the Overseer's ear.

And the dying Overseer, his eyes widened, and he looked like he was hell.

Servaloon Giroud stood together, waved his hand and turned away.

The non-commissioned officer, stomping his foot on the Overseer's back, said with a smile.

"Thank you, Lord Overseer, for your attention."

After speaking, he directly drew the sword.

"Dispose of it." said to the soldier next to him who was still stunned.

"Yes, yes." The soldiers immediately reacted in response.

In the outermost soldier guard, Saman Giroud appeared indifferently and looked at the white mist full of unknown killing opportunities, and the non-commissioned officer walked respectfully behind Saman Giroud.

"Your Excellency's Everything is ready, and your lord's orders are left."

"White Bone, how long have you been following me?"

The young non-commissioned officer replied on one knee

"My lord, the little one has been following the adult for more than ten years."

"Ten years, that's a lot of time. What do you think of our next actions? ”

The young non-commissioned officer looked up at Saman Giroud and said calmly.

"This world is inherently predatory, and it is their honor that those ants can pave the way for adults."

"Haha." Saman Giroud looked up and laughed.

At this time, Saman Giroud had half an unknown stone pinned to his waist and emitted bursts of light, flashing and flashing.

Saman Giroud reached out and took the glowing stone in the palm of his hand.

The smile on his face was even thicker, and when he opened his hand, a puff of stone dust fell.

"The game has just begun."

In another place, a black figure stared at the half-glowing stone in his hand until the light of the stone was extinguished, and then turned and walked into the darkness.

On the outskirts of the dense forest, countless soldiers dressed in neat armor appeared.

The most surprising thing is that the armor of this force is depicted with a clawed eagle.

If anyone familiar sees it, they will recognize it as the proud Royal Janissaries of the Kingdom of Giroux, and they also have a forgotten nickname, the Hunters.

It seems that many things have been forgotten for too long, and I don't know how many people still remember how this army overcame all the obstacles to send this old man to that gorgeous throne.

When the Olivier Army, which had been deliberately vanished by King Giroud, showed its ferocious fangs, it was unknown who would be the target of its hunt.

And in the center of the troops, an old man dressed in a gorgeous golden silk royal robe appeared in this place that should not have appeared.

It can be seen that the old man's face is so dry that only skin and bones remain, and his cloudy eyes are almost sunken in, I don't know what this king who is about to set the sun is thinking about looking into the distance.

No matter how you look at the past, he looks like an old man who is about to run out of oil, even if he is a superior and once controlled the life and death of a kingdom, but it still seems that he can't escape the erosion of time.

From the loose cuffs, a shriveled hand came out of it,

Wave at the misty world ahead,

The once-sealed and murderous army marched methodically into the depths of the treacherous forest.

The whole forest of strange trees seems to have become more simple and mysterious, and in this world that no one can see clearly, I don't know who will be the hunter or the prey?

It seems that no one can escape this vortex of fog.

And the one who was hidden behind this unit watched indifferently as this force entered the fog. One, two, three. Countless Assassins in black nightwalks emerged from the mist.

A man in black walked out of the countless black-clad assassins with a hideous prisoner.

I saw that the prisoner's face was full of excitement, and his body trembled involuntarily, and the scars on his face were twisted into a very terrifying appearance in the extreme excitement.

"Old horseman, wait for me... The indescribable cruelty of the words.