"Haven't you been weaned yet? Black person! Weak as a wrenched wolf cub!"

Blaise knew it was time to end the fight. His performance is just an appetizer, and the beautiful captain of the other party is Oster's feast. If Oster is in a good mood and body, maybe he can drink some soup with him.

Dominance is often very disgusting.

Blaise walked over to Fili, who was curled up on the ground like an ugly caterpillar, and couldn't help but be annoyed.

The defeated opponent didn't even let out a wail, which greatly reduced the sense of accomplishment in his heart.

He bent down and grabbed Filip's right hand, and with a forceful break, a crisp fracture sound came out, and the other party's right hand had been broken by him.

Blaise had an even more visibly annoyed look on his face, like an enraged bull.

He grabbed Fili's chest, and Fili, who was no longer able to resist, lifted up.

The muscles on Fili's face trembled violently, and a large stream of blood continued to spill from his mouth, soaking Bright's large hand that was clutching his placket.

"Are you mute? Call Lao Tzu! ”

Blaise screamed loudly, grabbed Fili's neck with both hands, and pressed Fili to the gravel ground again, cursing incessantly and tightening his hands vigorously.

Filipe struggled feebly on the ground, clenching his teeth and holding his head down.

"Cheap black dog! Call Lao Tzu! Scream! ”

Blaise grabbed Filip's neck with a hand that almost broke the other's neck, and he leaned down and pressed his ear close to Fili's blood-blistering mouth, as if to make sure the other person was screaming.

Fili's left hand, which was still intact, suddenly pulled out a titanium dagger from his waist and stabbed it accurately at the chest of Blaze, who was pressing on him.

Filip still had a dagger, and Blaze's spur had long since been left on the gravel not far away.

Blaise showed incredulity in his eyes, and suddenly thought in his heart that the other party did not throw away the dagger at first, but did not take it out.

Fili kicked Blaze's limp body to the side, gasping for air.

"Damn white-skinned pig, the purpose of the dark night is to try not to shout if you can!"

Filip eventually won the one-on-one duel, but he had broken one leg and one arm, and had largely lost the ability to fight again.

Panis helped Filip aside and sat down, then turned and walked over to Auster, who seemed unconcerned about Blaise's death, still chuckling lowly.

"The battle between the two of us, I don't want it to take place in front of everyone!"

Panis looked at this former teammate, the one who had coveted her beauty, and said coldly.

The sad smile on Auster's face still hadn't gone away, and he squinted slightly and looked Panis up and down, as if he could see through the other's tight leather coat and see the enchanting scenery inside.

"My dear Panis, you are right, the 'battle' between the two of us is really not fit for these fools to watch! ”

Paniss casually glanced at a high slope not far from the col, which was about a few dozen meters away from the col where everyone was, and was in two different directions from Panis's own tent.

"I'll be waiting for you there!"

Panis pointed at Gao Po with the dagger in her hand, and turned to walk towards Gao Po.

I don't know what he had to do with the baby, but since I promised him, I tried my best to do it.

Oster looked down at Panis's back as she walked towards the high slope in the distance, and looked down for a moment.

"You all stay here honestly, and before I come back, whoever dares to take a step closer to that high slope will be flayed alive!"

Oster wasn't worried that Panis would take the opportunity to escape, and there weren't many people like Paniss who were unusually sticking to mercenaries' code of conduct.

This is Panis's strength, but also her fatal weakness.

Oster whistled in his mouth, looked up at the pale sun still hanging in the sky, and cursed in his heart.

"Damn the weather, can't it be a little warmer?"

He's already thinking about whether he'll catch a cold when he takes off his pants.

There are a total of twelve members of the rotten wolf mercenary team, not counting Blaise who has been killed by Filip, and Oster, who is anxious to vent, there are still nine members left in the col, and these members are all junior and intermediate level abilities ranging from the second to the third order. They didn't dare to take Oster's words as wind in their ears, he was a madman who could do what he said.

Two members were assigned to guard Fili, and the remaining members found a comfortable place to rest, waiting for Oster to return.

As for Panis's tent, it was definitely a very comfortable place, but no one dared to get into it.

Who can guarantee that Oster won't suddenly come back with a beautiful woman and burrow into the tent to be happy?

Ralph had been lying in this damn damp cavern for almost an hour, and after shooting the sniper's head off from a distance, he moved to the cave that was well hidden and had a wide enough view.

He is a sniper for the Rotten Wolf mercenary squad, but Ralph has always acted alone. Only a sniper hidden in the dark has enough deterrence.

The sniper in the dark night, whose skull was blown off before the battle began, clearly didn't understand this.

Ralph's mission is to roam around the Rotten Wolf mercenary squad and take out potentially threatening enemies, such as the opposing snipers, stealthy helpers, or mutated creatures who dare to approach the rest of the Rotting Wolves.

He had been in the cavern long enough that he had begun to consider a more secluded hiding spot, until he saw the boy who had been lying beside him at some point, peering side by side at the col where the night was.

The boy was wearing a blanket that was no longer distinguishable from its original color.

Ralph was a little puzzled, Oster had recruited a new sniper? But this kid isn't even *** tall, right? Enemy? When has the enemy ever been so openly with his ass cocked side by side with him, lying in the same cave?

This damn wilderness, damn Oster, didn't he say that he was the main sniper?

Ralph cursed inwardly as he patted the boy next to him on the shoulder.

"Damn, this guy smells so good!"

Luo turned his head calmly, his black eyes looking at the sniper with fine fluff under his lips in front of him.

"Where's the chief?"

Luo asked calmly, and turned his head again to look at the col.

Ralph's cursing at Oster was clearly audible, his face flushed, and he slowly withdrew the sniper* in his hand.

"Behind the high slope over there, I should be busy tossing the woman who makes people angry! Damn it, this lame man who doesn't talk much! ”

Ralph is very good at choosing a hiding spot, this cave is not only a good way to hide his body, but also has a panoramic view of the mercenaries scattered throughout the col.

"Hey, boy! Which mercenary squad were you from? What price did Oster offer you? ”

Ralph glanced at Luo, who had already sat up, and asked in a low voice impatiently, a little embarrassed about the fate of his imminent replacement, but he vaguely felt that something was wrong.

"Boy, where's your sniper*?"

Ralph had just taken a look of surprise on his face when a sharp titanium dagger had slashed through his throat.

Lowe was unfamiliar with the mercenary squad's style and division of labor, and when he returned from the swamp, the big Blaise was busy crushing Fili under him and beating him.

Since there was still some time, Luo did not approach the col directly. He wondered what he would do if he were Auster before he attacked the night.

As a result, he found Ralph pouting in this open-sighted, highly hidden cave. He had heard Filip call Panis, and the mercenary team members should all refer to the captain in the same way.

So, there was the dramatic scene just now.

Dealing with this potential threat, Lowe glanced at the mantle, which was about the same color as his own blanket, reached out and took the sniper* that was about as tall as himself in his hand, stood up from the cave where he was hiding, and swaggered towards the col.

Lowe is willing to save Panis if she's safe. After all, he doesn't seem to be very good at teaching her how to speak.

Panis might be a good language teacher.

Oster seemed to hold on for a little longer, and even the snipers who were cruising around the squad and were in charge of guarding lost patience and couldn't help but lean in. But no one dared to go to the back of the high slope to urge Oster, the higher the level of the ability, the more significant the improvement of various abilities, of course, including the ability to gallop on women.

Only the bloodied Filip looked at the figure holding the sniper*, wrapped in a worn blanket, and leaning towards the col openly, grinning at the big mouth that had long since been toothless.

"What the fuck!"

The sniper leaned towards the two mercenaries who were secretly smoking cigarettes in a leeward corner of the col. These are obviously two rookies who have joined the ranks of mercenaries, and the not-so-strong smell of tobacco can even attract wolves more than a dozen kilometers away.

The small, apparently half-crouched sniper showed only a few strands of black messy hair, and the rest of his body was tightly covered by a blanket.

He patted the two apparently reserved rookies on the shoulder and gave each of them a big hug as a sign of encouragement.

Xinding, who was encouraged by the old members, was obviously very excited, and even the body that was hugged began to tremble slightly.

The sniper crouched again and walked towards another mercenary not far away, giving the other a kind hug as well.

You can't choose one over the other in the wilderness unless you're strong enough to withstand the wrath of the sparse.

The sniper, who has rarely been seen in the mercenary camp, is like Santa Claus handing out presents on Christmas night, hugging the members of the rotting wolf mercenary team one by one, not pulling any of them down, and finally bowing his head into Panis's tent.

The lucky ones of the Night Mercenary Squad, who had received the Christmas presents, were already lying limply on the ground one by one, each with a small but deep hole in their bodies.

If poor Blaise were still alive, he would have recognized the small square wound on his companion's body, the work of the thorn he had left on the gravel floor.

Tie her behind her back again, and the corners of Luo's mouth, which had always been tight, finally showed a hint of curvature.

Even if Oster suddenly returned, he was no longer worried. The rope that was around the neck of the lone wolf, making it impossible to escape, had been untied by his own hands.

If Lowe wanted to run, the one-legged Oster would never be able to catch up with him, and Lowe had that confidence.

But he wasn't going to leave there, he thought he might have to go to the other side of the slope to have a look. If Panis were still alive, he would still consider saving Panis's life without putting himself in danger.

Lowe hardly takes any risks for anyone but her on his back, but this time he made an exception.

For the simple reason that Panis had changed into a cleaner dress for her, even though it didn't look like a baby's size.

It is also a very pleasant thing to pull someone you don't hate when you can.