Van was like the most nimble swimming fish in the crowd of people who numbered him several times over, and his wailing body collapsed behind him like dominoes, for whom the group was too weak. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Mousse's reaction in a desperate situation was greatly unexpected by him, he originally thought that Mousse was just a group of ordinary Imperial war slaves, but it turned out that his idea was wrong.

Their low roars, accompanied by bloody hideous faces, and uniform movements, really gave people a spiritual shock.

When the last foe fell in agony, Van gently withdrew his fist and turned to look at Mousse.

"Why save me." Mousse crouched on the ground on his knees, gasping for breath.

"No, it's just that I suddenly feel like you're still a little useful."

"Hey." Mousse let out a meaningless laugh, "Actually, even if you don't help me, we can actually win." ”

"Oh? That seems to be my troubles. Van raised an eyebrow.

"Sort of, to be exact." Mousse did not veto, "Whether you save me or not, the outcome of the matter is already doomed, maybe what you did was to test us, but you miscalculated, we are actually tribesmen, Count Orich will not allow a group of tribesmen to stay in his camp." ”

"Why?" Van frowned slightly.

"Isn't the xenophobia of the Imperials a long history? Now that the secret has been exposed, it will be a question of whether we can live or not. ”

"What if I said I could help you."

Just as Fan's words were finished, a group of soldiers suddenly swarmed in.

"No one can help them! Cuff them to me! Immediately inform Lord Orich, there are people from the distant ancestral tribe here. "Ah, it's coming faster than I thought." Mousse smiled casually, but he seemed very calm in the face of possible death.

"Look at what! What to do, what to do! Just because you still want to exonerate them? Don't think you're going to be on your toes by knocking down a few pieces of waste. The captain of the reformer who led the team scolded at Fan with disdain, he hated Fan's calm eyes, what qualification did a humble ordinary person have to look at him like this?

"I want to see Orić."

"What did you say?" The captain suspected he had misheard something.

"I said, I want to see Orić." Van repeated it carefully.

"Hah! What do you hear from him? The surrounding soldiers let out echoing scoffs at the same time, "Just you? Would you like to see Lord Earl Orić? Who do you think you are? And the name of Lord Earl Orich is something you can call casually? The captain was about to laugh at Fan's vexatious behavior, of course, it was a mocking laugh.

"Why are you laughing?" Van asked softly.

"Why do you think I'm laughing! Do you need any more reason for Lao Tzu to laugh at you? The captain's tone was even more sarcastic.

"Captain, don't talk nonsense with him, it's better to reward him with a rifle butt quickly, let him know what is the real power of transforming people, and the province thinks that he can win a few wastes and drag it." The surrounding warriors kept laughing.

"Listen, my brothers have asked me to reward you with something, do you want to try the power of the Alloy Iron Fist again? Oh yes, I forgot to tell you, that's my little gift for each of you. ”

Fan Ran's eyes were cold, and his tone was vain cold, "You mean you put the alloy iron fist?" ”

"How? Doesn't it taste good? The captain chuckled, not realizing that he had already begun to make fatal mistakes.

"It's fun, isn't it?" Van lowered his head slightly.

"Of course!" The captain leaned over and slowly approached Fan, he didn't hear the chill in Sanskrit's tone at all, but even if he heard it, he wouldn't care, "It's like a cat and mouse, the weak should be subservient!" ”

"Do you really think so?"

"Why not?" The captain laughed until he subconsciously looked into Fan's nose.

Suddenly flashed like lightning, the captain only felt a chill on his waist, and the muzzle of a black hole suddenly pressed tightly to his face, "What about now?" You, as a weakling, should you take me to meet Orić. ”

A layer of cold sweat broke out on the captain's back, and he swallowed vigorously and dryly, carefully trying to avoid the muzzle of Fan's gun.

"I advise you not to move, the gun will go off." Fan said lightly.

At this time, not only the captain's expression was frightened, but his team members' eyes widened, Fan's shot was too fast, so fast that he took off the captain's pistol in only an instant, although this has an element of carelessness, but how to say that the captain is also a genuine senior warrior!

"Cold, calm down......" The captain swallowed his saliva carefully, at this time he no longer dared to try to provoke Fan, and even scolded himself half to death in his heart, Fan's nose was obviously nothing, why didn't he see it? It was specially designed to test the reflexes of elite high-level warriors, and even he was not sure to dodge it.

"Why are you stunned and don't leave quickly!" The captain, who came back to his senses, gave his subordinates a look again and again.

A quarter of an hour later.

Count Orić calmly looked at the "farce" in front of him, and slowly drank half a cup of tea, "It's all gone." He waved his hand back from his guarded men.

"Adult ......"

The coerced captain wanted to say something, but when he looked at Count Orić, he was immediately frightened by his dead-looking eyes.

"One more time, just kill yourself."

"Yes, yes, thank you...... sir" The captain panicked and ran out almost with a roll.

After all his subordinates had retreated, Oriki put on another face and looked at Fan, "If you come to me in this way, should I say that you are bold or stupid?" ”

However, Fan's expression was indifferent and he was not afraid at all, "The relationship between us is a transaction, and the premise of the transaction is fairness, so this is the fairness you gave me?" ”

Oric was not annoyed when he heard Fan talking to him in such a tone, but smiled faintly, "You can't bear it in less than half a day?" And thou hast not been hurt, but thou hast wounded many of my men. ”

"That's because they took my stuff."

"Oh?" Orich was a little surprised, "Then you are really too careless." He shook his head and smiled.

"As compensation, I asked them to be my subordinates." Fan pointed to the mousse who knelt on the ground and did not dare to say their last words.

"It's not going to be easy." Orić rubbed his eyebrows slightly, "You know, they're not Imperial. ”

"Is there a rule that non-Imperials can't go to war?"

"Not really, but it's going to be a bit of a hassle, but...... It's not that I can't promise you, but there is one condition. ”

"What conditions."

"A favor." Orić cocked up a finger and smiled strangely at the corner of his mouth.

"What a favor."

"I haven't thought about it yet, and I'll tell you when I think about it."

Van frowned, and after a moment, nodded, "Yes." ”

"That's fine, you can take them now." Orić spread his hands easily.

"Oh yes, remind you, Muzel is my best fighter, and the cost of underestimating the enemy may be greater than you think, and we are indeed making a deal, but let me give you a fair premise that you have to prove your abilities."

"Yes, if he's your best fighter." Van didn't say any more, but anyone could hear the mockery in his tone.

It wasn't until after leaving the house that the mousse who witnessed the exchange between the two throughout the whole process was shocked! Are you really that safe? Just a few words of Sanskrit? Haven't the Empire always been harsh with outsiders?

The tone and content of the conversation between Van and Count Orich surprised them even more, who is Orić? The honorary earl of the Shuma family, the second largest family in the empire, he can rank in the top ten in the family's power ranking!

However, such a big man has no due majesty in the process of conversing with Sanskrit, and even does not care about Fan's disrespectful tone. And what makes them even more unacceptable is that Oriqi, who is an earl, would ask for a favor with Fan!

So what is the identity of the Brahman? The mousse group couldn't help but fall into deep thought and horror.

"Thank you." This thank you came from Mousse's heart, and Van not only saved him, but also saved his loyal subordinates.

"Don't thank me, I just need you to remember that it's just a deal between us." Brahman's face was expressionless and he said, "I have saved you, and you have to obey all my orders." ”

"Yes." Mousse nodded heavily.

"You are a bunch of people with secrets, and I don't care about them, but there is one thing I want to say. If you want to be free, then give me all your skills, I don't need waste. Van continued.

"We're not trash!" Mousse suddenly straightened his chest.

"Then prove it to me."

"My lord, do you really care about that group of people from the distant ancestral tribe?" In the corner of the room, a black shadow flickered faintly.

"Why bother? Wouldn't that be more interesting? Count Orić's eyes were half-squinted relaxedly, and it could be seen that he was in a good mood now.

"But they're probably transformers."

"A bunch of wasted people who have overused the ancestral tribe's overload skills, they are no different from ordinary people, at least for now." Count Orich was unimpressed.

"But aren't you worried that Lord Caroline won't be happy with it......" The shadow's voice grew quieter and quieter, and at last it was almost nothing.

When Count Orić heard Caroline's name, his left hand shaking involuntarily, for a person of his level, any unmanipulated change in his body was extremely undesirable.

"Caroline...... Count Orich sighed faintly, "he is indeed an era, but every age always passes, doesn't he?" Hehe......"

When Count Orich said this softly, the shadow froze for a moment, then fell to the ground with a thud, as if he had just been fished out of the water, his whole body drenched in sweat, but this still did not stop the fear that was spreading in his heart.

If Orrich's words were to be put outside, it would be hard to imagine what kind of sensation it would cause!

It may even bring ruin to the Shuma family!

But why did Orrich say that? How dare you confide in front of the shadow? What is he relying on?

Nobody knows. (To be continued.) )