Nasser's experience of the battle with Eros, if one had to compare, was the difference between a veteran and a new soldier.

Lack.

Real scarcity.

For stepping on the weapon, Eros felt that this kind of operation was simply a matter of playing.

After all, Eros's offensive methods are more focused on agility, and when dealing with some opponents who are also long weapons, it is extremely important to control the opponent's offensive methods.

Being able to step on his own scythe, Eros still rated Nather's skills slightly more than two points.

Of course, for less than 40 points, these two more points are still failing.

Wait a minute!

The stabbing like an arrow from a string is simply merciless.

This speed, although it is still within the estimated range of Eros, can indeed add points with the strategy.

Eros's right hand in the rear suddenly let go, and he leaned back, easily out of Nather's attacking range.

After all, with such a speed attack, it is naturally impossible to attack too far too much, otherwise there will be no royal method.

Wait a minute!?

Eros was stunned for a moment by the stabbing in front of him, and then reacted.

Damn, Naser is actually playing with her!

The start of the close is to let her pay attention closer, but in fact, she has been hiding for a long time and is fighting with half of the blade.

Nashur's combat skills are not so shallow, but he is not attacking at all!

Eros put away the harvest of death with a solemn face, and couldn't help but sigh in a low voice—

"Here we go again......"

One thing to say, this is not the first time that Nashar has been true.

Haven't you done this with a dragon's roar before?

Anyway, if you can run, the monk can't run the temple! I'll come back to him tonight to get a good theory.

I have more time now.

Alas, the work of the mentor still has to be done, so let's go and teach these little brothers who are following Nashar first.

It is estimated that none of these left-behind personnel have thought of what kind of devil mentor this is!

……

Nasser, who was only one person, was naturally much lighter, and he was very careful when he came out now, and of course thanks to Sikong Tu for giving him a wake-up call.

After all, there are too many people in this shelter who want his life, and even if he is famous, he still has to be careful.

After all, if the fire was dense enough, he could be killed.

So Naser is still more careful, and now he has to negotiate with the boss of the walking corpses, Skong Tu.

It's called pulling people's heads.

After all, he has not negotiated with any organization in this sanctuary area, which is a situation where diplomacy is equal to zero.

So, Nather had to try the first step now.

If it succeeds, then you can take a small and big deal.

If it doesn't work, then it's still the so-called overlord way.

Fight for fame.

Of course, it's all up to the walking dead.

There seems to be a group of people gathered on the side of the power plant. Bashan loves

Nashar could see it fairly clearly from the eaves, after all, the power plant was still a little noisy, otherwise Nasser wouldn't need eyes to do this.

There were four of them—at least the number of leaders.

With so many people, what are you doing here?

The walking dead have always made a living by touching corpses and stealing, and all they earn are the money of the dead, and suddenly they come into contact with so many living people, which is abnormal, it is really abnormal.

After all, Sikong Tu also proposed cooperation before, so it shouldn't be a big problem to go in by yourself.

Nather thought, landing quickly, and then instead of entering through the main entrance, he bypassed the guards' corner.

This kind of blind spot doesn't exist for too long, for the simple reason that the guards will inevitably appear nearby, and they don't have the superb stealth ability of Rhona or Hermes, and they will definitely be discovered.

So keep moving to keep yourself safe.

Naser briefly checked the distribution of the number of people, and soon understood.

First, the main area of the guard is the building, which means that it is not a banquet - otherwise it is impossible not to set aside a part of the outdoor event area.

Second, the guards are very mixed, with all kinds of costumes, and the emblems and costumes are very mixed, which indicates that it is a meeting between gangs within the shelter.

There are no Thunder Dragons, that's the point.

The corners of Na Se's mouth smiled slightly, and he quickly bypassed the guards and appeared in the most heavily guarded open place - Na Se still has a sense of proportion in his own heart, which ones he can run around now and which ones he can't enter, naturally he knows.

The guards at the gate were clearly not the walking dead - with a capable appearance, well-trained gun-wielding movements, they were all mercenaries no matter how you look at them.

Nor does it look like a member of the Scalpel Society......

Naser swept left and right, and quickly understood.

Cobra wrench.

If there is a loss similar to your own organization, you will lose it.

This should be the people of the Cobra Club.

Cobra Club? Haven't touched it.

That's all he can do, so he pushes the door straight in.

The two mercenaries at the door were a little dumbfounded.

After all, in the Cobra Club, one of the most direct general instructions for the whole class is not to provoke the Shadow Knight, the Ghost Hand General, the legendary Nathersis, and the leader of the Serpent Language.

But it was later confirmed that the first three were actually one person, Nathersis.

The Shadow Knight is the name of the Blade Society, and the Ghost Hand General is the name given to the Drag Racer when they escaped the Sanctuary Defenses.

But if you put the relevant images of the three people together, you can see that this is a fool, this is a person.

From the jerky but still ruthless Nather in the surveillance of the Genesis company at the beginning, to the ghost hand general who is crazy drag racing and no one can be the leader, to the mature madness of the Shadow Knight who was photographed at the end, Nathersis was watched by these people.

Do these two Cobra Club mercenaries dare to care? After all, one person occupies the highest three directives, do they dare to stop it?

But if they knew that this supreme directive was born directly for Nather, it is estimated that these people would be self-contained.

Nasser, who pushed the door in, was suddenly concentrated by everyone—the muzzle of the gun.

There were three men and one woman at the scene, the woman was Chen Sanying, and one of the men was Sikong Tu who he knew.

There were two more, and Nather could see it if he looked closely.

A person who wears simple dark clothes, has a well-balanced appearance, does not look feminine or masculine, has thick calluses on both hands and a lot of hand cream - after all, the whiteness and tenderness of the back of the hand cannot be compared with the palm of the hand; Although the other was dressed in casual clothes, the calluses in the center of the tip of the index finger and the calluse on the thumb of the index finger were clearly left by the instruments used to suture the needle.

To sum up, it's the folks of the Scalpel Society and the Cobra Club.

"Miss Chen Sanying, you seem to be a little too fast......" said the leader of the Cobra Club.

"I haven't been in a hurry yet, I didn't expect it...... His Excellency Nasseris is like a god......" Chen Sanying put the "Aslan" on his lips and replied embarrassedly.

Embarrassing is embarrassing, it's good that I'm Nasser's subordinate and hasn't been exposed.