As he recalled, several slightly hurried footsteps came through the door. The nearest house is two or three hundred meters away, and with rocks and drought-tolerant plants scattered in it, people rarely move around each other. Listen to the footsteps, the person who comes should be coming to himself. It's just that after he was taken to Narnia by the Silver Fox Army and casually thrown into this yew mercenary group, it seems that he has only seen Austin, a high-ranking figure in the mercenary group, and the so-called teacher Roth, well, and has also seen the guards of the archives, and has never seen anyone else. Who would come to him? Could it be Roth? But what is the matter with him? Could it be a whim to teach himself something advanced in strength?

Could it be that my power attribute has been detected, and someone is going to kill me?

Just as Alun was suspicious and vigilant, his footsteps stopped at the door, and it was obvious that he was not alone.

There was a muffled pop, and the door was kicked open: "Haha, which bastard is barbecuing game in our base?"

"Wow, what a damn incense!" Under the bright light that came through the door, Aaron had not even had time to see what it was like when a voice sounded.

The uninvited guest walked in, with an arrogant look on his face. Under Aaron's quick look, the three of them were all young people in their twenties, the first of them had a long body, a white face, fleshy lips, and a pair of fierce eyes shining under the long blue hair of a shawl. I have to admit that in terms of appearance alone, he is an out-and-out beautiful man, but it's a pity that those poisonous eyes make others uncomfortable.

Behind the young man, one tall and one short, stood two young men dressed in silk textures, and like the man in charge, the tall and thin young man had a gloomy complexion, his eyes were like cones, and his thin lips made him look too blessed.

"Little ghost, don't you know that you are not allowed to make a fire here?" shouted the short and fat young man behind the young man in a provocative tone.

"Sir, I have just been ordered by the Duke of Aquitania Province to enter Narnia to practice and pray that I will return to the province as soon as possible to defeat the Slovenians. It's been a short time since I've been here, and I'm not familiar with the rules of the regiment, so please bear with me!" replied Aaron without humility or arrogance.

"Oh, you just came in a while ago and said what ......?" the long-haired man began.

"It was the commander who killed three mid-to-high-ranking knights, haha!" the chunky young man reminded in time. "Oh yes. Why, are you still using the name of the Duke to press us? I can tell you, you are now a member of the mercenary group, and our mercenary group is not under the jurisdiction of the Empire. The long-haired young man said viciously.

Hey, it's ...... Well, it's level five......

Aaron suddenly found that he could vaguely see the other party's approximate cultivation, and he had a new understanding of the power of blood in his heart.

While receiving food in the tavern in the base area, Aaron learned from some mercenaries who had come here to train and practice that there were three stubbles who were obsessed with trouble. The long-haired beautiful man is named Chris, the only grandson of Austin, the high-ranking man in the group, and the tall and thin young man is called Bill, and the short and fat young man is called Walker, both of whom are new blood discovered in the regiment and studied under Chris's father, Greg Swordsman.

As her only grandson, Austen was fond of Chris, often giving him her hard-earned Chaos Hedron and some magical equipment. Coupled with the fact that there is a seventh-level high-level entry-level swordsman father, the young Chris is naturally the best mercenary who enters Narnia to study and train at the same time. Chris, who is in his early twenties, already has the strength of the mid-middle level, and many of the mercenaries who came in seven or eight years earlier than him have not yet reached this realm.

The third generation of officials can just put it on his head, arrogant and domineering, and it is his consistent style to cause trouble. If it weren't for Gregor's eyes on his precious son, I'm afraid Chris would have rushed out of the base of the Yew mercenary group to find fault with other mercenary groups.

The three of them had just heard from Austin that there was a new mercenary in the group, but because Austin didn't reveal much in his mouth, he only knew that the newcomer had killed three knights who were not weak, and they were the confidants of the Grand Lord of Aquitania, the granary of the southern part of the empire. Not coming to the door doesn't mean that the three hooligans don't pay attention to Aaron. The three of them observed for a month, only to find that the new arrival, except for going to the tavern to get food, only went back and forth between the archives and the residence, and there was nothing special about it.

Today happened to be boring, and when the three of them were wandering around the base, they noticed that there were fireworks rising from the rocky geological area, and the smell of meat was rippling. Feeling strange, the three of them followed the tempting smell of meat all the way, and immediately recognized that the aroma came from the new "chief's" house. In addition, Chris vaguely learned from the conversation between his father and grandfather a few days ago that the new person may be the duke's henchman, but his strength is definitely not high, and those knight badges were taken off the corpse by him.

With this news, Chris felt that he must teach this new rookie a good lesson today. so that he may see himself in this acre and three points of land in the future, and he will pick up his tail and be a man.

Probably deducing from the mercenary's description, after inferring that the three ruffians were the three people in front of him, a trace of disdain rose on his face. Since he was sensible, Aaron looked down on such people. He had suffered too many nobles' fists and saliva, and the three people in front of him were no different from those nobles who relied on the domineering. Not to mention the short coat with faint magic fluctuations and the strength of the fifth level that Chris was wearing, even the two swordsmen of the same rank as himself next to him were enough for his own headache.

"Young Master Chris, isn't he the henchman of a lord in the south, why be polite to him?" hehe, the short and fat swordsman, Walker, said with a handful of firewood.

"Well, Walker, you're going to teach Uncle Lot a lesson for this new arrival!" There was a hint of excitement on Chris's face. I've found a lot of trouble with mercenaries, but I haven't tried to find a big lord's henchman. In these days, whoever has the biggest fist is the truth. Slovenia invaded the Aragon Empire on a large scale, and I heard that the great lord Duke Paul had abandoned his armor and fled back to the imperial capital for help, and now it is only because of the existence of the Silver Fox Legion that he has been able to return to his territory. It seems that this duke doesn't have much strength, and he doesn't know how he takes care of his territory with the granary in the south of the empire, which is really a loser.

Alun made a quick calculation in his heart, although the three people in front of him would not do anything to him, but the pain of flesh and skin seemed to be inevitable. After experiencing the transformation of the blood spirit, Aaron, whose ideology was completely reversed, naturally would not do that submissive thing, and said coldly: "So, the three elder brothers are going to give some advice?"

"That's right, boy!" said that, as soon as the short and fat Walker shook his face like a strong wind. Humpty Dumpty's body seemed to have no hindrance to his speed, and his hot fists slammed into his face from far and near, from small to large. There was a sizzling sound of the fist breaking through the air.

Before the fist could reach, Aaron summoned the power of blood, and his figure flashed to the left. When Walker's fist was not retracted in time, Allen's eyes flashed, and his right foot twisted along his body and kicked Walker's lumbar vertebrae. There was a muffled snap, and Walker snorted in pain, but Allen's offensive was not over yet. The figure flashed again, approaching the imbalance, and Walker jerked in a circle, and he fell backwards in the same place on his lumbar vertebrae.

Rao is a Walker who is not weak, and Alun of the same rank has repeatedly hit the same part, and he can't afford to suffer even if he is beaten with iron. After landing on the ground, the corners of Walker's mouth were already oozing red blood, and his eyes were full of surprise and viciousness, staring viciously at Aaron, who was walking step by step.

There should be no more scruples when he made a move, and Aaron walked towards Walker step by step with the will from the soul. Just as he was about to raise a foot and plan to let this villain who was used to being honest on the bed for a month, there was a sudden sound of breaking the air behind his head, obviously someone couldn't help but sneak attack himself to save the dead fat man, Alun sneered, his right leg was still castrated, and he tried his best to resist the other party's blow to seriously injure the fat man, otherwise if the three of them shamelessly went together, he was afraid that he would not be able to walk around late.

Although Walker barely blocked Aaron's heavy leg with both hands, the injury was aggravated again by the bloody force entering his body. At the same time, Allen's back was also hit hard from behind. Although the blood power has been improved by the dual forging of the physical and mental in the recent past, it still can't suppress the concussive force in the chest cavity, and spits out a stream of blood. After staggering forward a few steps to stabilize his figure, Aaron turned around with a fierce look and found that the sneak attacker was actually the tall, thin warrior Bill. At this moment, Bill's face was even more eerie, and the whole person looked a little weird.

"It's hidden, my lord. The man who can kill three knights single-handedly is indeed a bit famous. Bill said grimly, his eyes quickly scanning Walker who was lying on the floor, and his heart was even more annoyed.

With a sinister smile, Bill approached again, faster than Nawalker.

With his fourth-level level and the power of blood, his speed is also slightly inferior, and the short and fat Walker who was seriously injured just now is also better than the other party's paralysis and carelessness, and it is just a surprise. Now that Bill has an idea of his own strength, I'm afraid it's not so belligerent and cheap.

Sure enough, compared to Bill, who has been in Narnia for a long time, Allen, who has been in Narnia for a long time, has gradually fallen into the upper hand after a few rounds of contact and confrontation, and it is only by relying on his fierce fighting ability that he can barely support it until now. There is a clear rule in the regiment that mercenaries are never allowed to use weapons when fighting each other. Because of this, Alun has only suffered a few flesh injuries so far, otherwise he would have been beaten down a long time ago.