For slaughtering a few Beamon beast tribe Pig warriors, Alan has no burden in his heart at all, no way, who calls these guys "eyewitnesses" in industry terms.

Alan had a bold idea in the face of the good-looking poor Miranda。。。。。。。 That is to take all the teleportation crystal rough stones behind her in one pot.

The wealth is moving, and Alan plans to use the Alien Space Necklace to take away all these rough stones and half-finished armor, in this case, how can he leave a group of living Beamon warriors to report the news.

"What are you looking at?" Will the Triangular Army. Allen, who was hiding behind the stab, scolded: "Give Lao Tzu your head down, is the noble Lion and Tiger Prince something you despicable can peep on?" All on one knee in a row, fuck, kneeling, all bow my head, not allowed to look up. ”

Before the leader of the Pigs lowered his head, the eyes peeking out from under Allen's mask seemed to see a kind of light, a bloodthirsty light like substance, but he was forced to bow his head obediently in the face of the intimidation of the superior nobles.

Although several Pig warriors felt that the behavior of these two lion and tiger princes was very strange, they still hurriedly lowered their heads, the nobles are all perverted, and they always have such and such requirements that ordinary people cannot understand.

Like the little daughter-in-law of the father-in-law, a group of Pigie warriors knelt crookedly on one knee in a vertical row, and their heads were eager to be inserted into the crotch of their pants, for fear of angering the grumpy tiger prince.

As the Pig clan with the largest population and not very strong combat power, let alone facing the lion and tiger princes, even any fox nobleman can decide their life and death.

Alan carries the Triangular Army upside down. Thorn, slowly walked behind the Pig warriors who knelt in a row on one knee and thought: Pig is Pig, really stupid and obedient, Lao Tzu is the first time to experience such a comfortable feeling of killing people, waiting in line for Lao Tzu to die one by one, hehe.

Starting with the rearmost Pigs, Eren covers the opponent's mouth with his left hand and the triangular army with his right hand. A cold light flashed from the thorn, and the Pig Warrior, who was still bowing his head and closing his eyes, lay down silently, his eyes full of confusion, as if he didn't believe that he had left this world so inexplicably.

Eren did the same from back to front, wiping the necks of the Pyg warriors one by one, until the last Pyg warrior lay on the ground with his neck clutched in horror, and then the first sound startled a group of wild dwarves.

Just now, when Eren yelled at them, the timid wild dwarves followed the example of the Pigs, their heads in their crotches and shivering.

The wild dwarves kneeling on the ground heard a sound similar to opening the valve of the barrel and the weight falling to the ground, and then they raised their heads in confusion, and what caught their eyes was the tiger prince wiping the blood stains on the dagger, and behind him lay a row of Pig warriors, and each corpse's neck was like a wine barrel that opened the floodgates, spurting blood, and the death was extremely miserable, and his eyes were round.

The wild dwarves still couldn't tell the difference, and their trembling bodies trembled even more, and they thought that the stupid Pyg warriors had angered the noblest lion and tiger prince in Bimon and were killed.

These wild dwarves are seventy or eighty percent similar to the dwarves of the Garnia Plains, their skin is gray-white, they are skinny and bone-covered, and their small bodies are crowned with a huge bald head, and there is no flesh on their bodies except for their wide palms.

Alan wanted to slaughter these wild dwarves together, but seeing their pitiful appearance, he finally decided to let them go, as long as they didn't enter the teleportation circle to ventilate the news.

"You dwarf winter melons, stand up for me, whoever dares to move, go with those Pig warriors." Alan scolded and frightened him before he gave up.

In addition to the frightened wild dwarves, the two siblings, Mike and Miranda, who had been watching Allen, were also stunned by horror.

It's not that they've never seen a killing, and it's not that they've never seen a sneak attack and assassination from behind, but it's the first time they've seen it like Allen, who has quietly cut the necks of so many people one after another, and hasn't alarmed the companions around them.

They even felt that such a horrific thing as killing people seemed to have become an art in Allen's hands.

The cold eyes, the incomparably precise angle of the hand, the speed of the shot as fast as a meteor, covering the mouth, taking out the knife, and gently putting it down.

The dead Pyg warriors had only one breath of pain from the time their throats were slit, and they didn't even have time to lift their arms before they died completely.

The same action was repeated seven times, harvesting seven lives, as if cutting seven rice, Allen's expression did not change from beginning to end, and the shining armor on his body was not stained with the slightest trace of blood.

The brother and sister couldn't connect the ruthless executioner in front of them with the rumored Rock Kingdom scrap baron.

If this guy goes to the Assassins Association, he will definitely be the most valuable headline.

Miranda looked at Allen, who had a calm face, her delicate body hidden under the magic robes, and involuntarily began to tremble slightly.

Rooney glanced at Miranda with disdain, and looked at Alan with strange eyes.

Old Drew remembers that when he was at camp, little Zach and a group of young warriors always bragged to him about the deeds of their chieftain, including at the old Bloodhoof camp, where their chieftain was like a ghost seeking his life, hiding in the shadows and killing dozens of human shieldmen and more than a dozen vindictive warriors without alerting the enemy.

At first, Rooney didn't believe it, because he had also done it hiding in the shadows, and he hadn't done it less, didn't he see that there were always various middle and high-level people in the southern diocese who died inexplicably in accidents.

Because of this, Rooney felt that what the Bloodhoof Warriors said was too exaggerated.

At first, the druid thought it was unrealistic and exaggerated, because as the Bloodhoof said, Eren not only had an extremely cool head, but also had extremely strong mental qualities.

The process of hiding, camouflaging, attacking, and disposing of corpses is simple to say, but one of the most important points is quiet, absolute silence, absolute silence from beginning to end.

It is almost impossible to hide oneself in the debris of less than a few miles to observe the enemy's course of action, and then go to the opponent one by one to hide the corpses, even including many vindictive warriors.

Even if it's a sword master, it's very likely that you let him kill those giant shield bearers and fighting warriors with a single sword, but if you want him to solve them one by one secretly, it's like a fantasy.

Rooney had always thought that the Bloodhoof warriors who blindly worshipped Eren were just boasting.

However, Allen's textbook-like assassination skills had finally convinced Rooney of what the Bloodhoof warriors were saying.

In particular, Allen's smooth approach just now reminded him of an old friend from his childhood, but later died while resisting the other-dimensional creatures in the Sunset Swamp.

The old friend who died was a young druid who had refined wind magic and transformation, and was as proficient in assassination and assault as Allen, and with the help of wind magic, he was always able to assassinate his opponent unnoticed, quickly and accurately.