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In fact, as Octavia said, Claude no longer has enough stamina to sustain such a long duel, his next attack will always be slower than the last, and when defending, he must pull back the long stick sharply, and it is difficult to retract it freely. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

On the other hand, his opponent Zangao did not feel tired from the long battle, he was still like a fresh fish jumping alive. Fei De didn't know if it was because of the effect of alcohol, but he could see that Zangao had entered a state of high excitement, and the chain was also anti-customer, and shaking the chain became Zangao's main attack method.

"The winner is decided, let's go. Octavia stopped looking at the ring, but Patrick was still watching.

"No, it's not over yet. As soon as Patrick finished saying this, Claude suddenly threw the long stick in his hand at Zangao. As soon as Zangao dodged sideways, Claude grabbed the chain with the diamond-shaped blade with one hand, and his right palm held the blade tightly!

By the time the chain completely engulfed Zangal's neck and the spear, Claude was already standing behind Zangal, some blood running down his wrists. The pain didn't let him go, and he couldn't breathe until Zangal's men rushed into the ring and pulled Claude away, and he was almost strangled to death by chains.

"Now it's the difference between victory and defeat," Patrick looked at Claude, who was immediately bandaged with his wounds, "Didn't Octavia just say that using both hands to control weapons at the same time will become sluggish? ”

Patrick's words put Octavia to shame, and Claude's final choice proved to be a very nimble preacher, while capitalizing on one of Zangao's weaknesses. If Zangao hadn't been distracted by the flying sticks, he would have been the one who won, but Claude's last go-free fight was successful, and now the nameless spear had a new owner.

"The ultimate winner is... The spearman captain of the quicksand mercenary group, Claude!" Claude quickly returned to the stage after receiving a simple bandage, his smile slightly shy, probably because he was not used to showing himself in front of so many people.

The mercenaries didn't care who could get the Nameless Lance, they cared more about whether the person who got it could use the potential power of the life weapon. After all, the moon shield in Russell's hand once shined on the battlefield, and the power that swept through thousands of armies was better than a hundred enchanted weapons, and even better than 100,000 heroes.

Claude picked up the nameless spear with his left hand, and as soon as he raised it, he showed a hint of surprise. The other mercenaries waited for him to lift the shroud around the head of the spear, but Claude was completely stunned, half-holding the nameless spear, neither speaking nor making any movements.

Orlando walked over to Claude's side, "What's the matter? Why don't you open it and look at its head?"

Claude was stunned for a moment before saying, "No need, there's no need to watch it." ”

Claude's cold response disappointed the mercenaries in the audience, who demanded that Claude lift the shroud of the nameless spear, and Orlando walked briskly out of the ring. However, Claude ignored the calls of the others, and even his head of the regiment called Claude's name.

"Claude! show us!" the leader of the quicksand mercenary group walked straight into the ring, and there were several captains of the mercenary group behind him, "You won't even listen to me, will you?"

Claude shook his head: "This weapon already belongs to me... No, it was meant to belong to me. ”

"What!Claude!Don't forget who is willing to accept you! This nameless spear is not yours alone, it belongs to the quicksand mercenary group!

Fei De and his party had already followed the wild horses towards the secret exit, "Where is the quicksand mercenary group?"

"It's a mercenary group that is not on the border between the Republic of Marvil and the Duchy of No'Or, and their leader looks like a waste," Fenrir, who was standing in the middle of the crowd, replied in a low voice, "but they are like robbers in the desert, they are good at riding guerrillas, and it is still a bit troublesome to encounter them in the desert." ”

At this time, the quicksand mercenary group in the ring has surrounded Claude, and the people of the mercenary guild do not seem to plan to stop them from snatching Claude's spoils, and some mercenaries are also eyeing him, as if they realize that the injured Claude is not the owner of the life weapon, and only by bringing the nameless spear out of Chidou City alive can it be regarded as having a belonging.

Several leaders of the Mercenary Guild walked to an open place, and behind them were the mercenaries of the guild, and these "organizers" looked at the group of mercenaries who were about to move as if they were watching a play. There are also some mercenaries who are relatively calm, and they also go far away like the people of the guild. The remaining hundred or so mercenaries did not disperse, and they surrounded Claude in the middle of the ring, all showing greedy eyes.

Reese: "They may have died here, just for a weapon that I don't know if it's true or not"

"Hey, what a brilliant plan the Elder has had," Birrell grinned, "and then their cannibalism is self-inflicted, and no one will think that what is about to happen has anything to do with our Mercenary Guild." ”

Orlando clasped his hands to his chest and watched coldly as the captain of the quicksand mercenary group rushed towards Claude, "Of course, those mercenaries who disobey us should take this opportunity to eradicate them, we can't do it ourselves." Acquiescence is the biggest motivation for those mercenaries... Megna, you go and get out of here the mercenaries who didn't fight for the nameless spear. ”

At this time, some mercenaries also noticed the mercenary guild's actions, but some reckless mercenaries had already rushed into the ring and rushed to the nameless spear in Claude's hand!

In an instant, the center of the entire venue was in chaos. Fidel couldn't see the winner, but the leader of the quicksand mercenary group was hit with a heavy object by someone behind him just after the robbery, killing him instantly. The other mercenaries quickly turned from looking for Claude to turning on each other, all of them seeing the people around them as contenders for the nameless spear, believing that they had to be killed to obtain the spear.

"It's crazy!" Fide and his party had already walked outside the toilet, but Lukka still didn't want to leave, "It's crazy!Why didn't the people of the Mercenary Guild stop them!Isn't this a 'Mercenary Future' party?How could it turn into a killing meeting to grab weapons?!"

"Mercenaries are the kind of scum who can't get rid of their greedy nature," Octavia looked coldly, her expression the same as that of the guild mercenaries who stood far away, "A so-called life weapon allows these people to reveal their true nature, and it is best to die all of them." ”

"This is a conspiracy of the mercenary guild, first hand over that weapon to the winner of the competition, so as to cause these mercenaries to snatch it. Patrick's words made Fei De deeply agree, after all, no mercenary would dare to challenge the mercenary guild, but an injured winner was different.

"Let's go, I'm disgusted by these greedy mercenaries. Octavia was the first to walk into the toilet, but stopped when she did. Feder and the others looked inside only to realize that the communicator was standing in front of the secret exit, looking down at the vamp of his shoe.

The communicator kept rubbing his hands like a worried bride, "Head Field, you can't leave here yet. ”

"Why?" said Fiddle, his men already putting their hands on their hidden weapons.

"Your Excellency, he has no ill intentions, you just need to wait here for the farce to end, and I'll take you back to that Chamber of Commerce to rest...", the communicator said a little hesitantly, "and... And the Elder will be visiting you personally tonight, Captain Field, so please don't leave now. ”

Fei De didn't know the other party's reason for doing this, if it was because he appreciated the strength of the potato mercenary group, then he didn't have to go to great lengths to let himself come here, and then choose to meet in the evening. Is it malicious or benign? The leader of the Mercenary Guild is like a mystery.

The communicator walked out of the bathroom, and Feld and the others saw that the secret passage had been blocked, and there was a huge stone outside the passage, and they couldn't slip under the noses of the mercenary guild.

"What is this?" Lukka shrugged, "Captain Fed, do you have anything to do with the head of the Mercenary Guild?"

Feder was also wondering, "Mustang, do you know anything else?"

"I... I do not know... I'm just doing what the messenger wants, and I don't know anything about the plans of the Mercenary Guild..."Since just now, Mustang has been silent, he is like a child who has done something wrong, frightened.

At that moment, Claude, who was clutching the nameless spear, broke out of the crowd and ran towards Fidel. At this time, most of the mercenaries did not notice that Claude had fled, and they were still fighting with the other contenders, completely forgetting that the target they wanted to grab was the spear in Claude's arms.

A few mercenaries were chasing after Claude, but those mercenaries were also attacking the other pursuers as they were chasing, like mad dogs running wildly, tearing and biting indiscriminately.

"Commander, shall we avoid it?" As soon as Lukka's words fell, Fenrir had already drawn the long sword at his waist and met it.

Claude was exhausted, and when he saw Fenrir approaching with his sword, he gave up his struggle, dropped the nameless spear on the ground, and fell to his knees. Fenrir ignored Claude and cut down several mercenaries chasing him one after another, leaving Claude stunned by the injured palm.

"Why... You're going to save me?"

Fenrir withdrew his sword, "I just can't get used to the mercenaries who keep shouting, and I don't understand why you'd be clinging to a spear without a tip. ”