Three days later, the mercenary group that accepted Xuanxuan had just completed the task, and it was not fast along the way, for example, some mercenaries whose homes were nearby also chose to go home at this time.

Xuanxuan was put on top of his war horse by the bearded regimental commander, and the orange sun shone on the faces of these mercenaries with various scars on their faces, and after getting along with them for a long time, Xuanxuan's initial fear became very light.

Because he found that although these mercenaries looked very scary, they seemed to have a sun living in everyone's heart, which made everyone who came into contact with them feel warm.

The leader of the Flying Dragon Mercenary Regiment, Storm, was leading the war horse carrying Xuanxuan at this time, because someone who had gone home had not yet returned to the team, so they were not walking fast all the way, Xuanxuan was a little anxious at first, but in the company of these warm and rough men, she could also wait with peace of mind.

A one-eyed dragon with an eye patch, riding a black war horse at this time, came to Xuanxuan's side, and he was holding a flower hat in his hand.

"Come to Xuanxuan, quickly put this hat on and show it to your uncle, and when that kid from Mu Fei comes back, we will go directly to Pingzhou to take the airship, and in less than three or four days, we will be able to bring you to your uncle's!"

This man wearing an eye patch put his woven flower hat on Xuanxuan's head, and making Xuanxuan happy these days is the most thing these men do when they are unexpected.

"Thank you, Uncle Luo, do you think I'm beautiful?"

Xuanxuan stroked her hair and said with a smile to the one-eyed man surnamed Luo in front of her.

"Beautiful, our Xuanxuan is the most beautiful!"

Mercenaries are all over the world, and having a stable and warm family is what they are pursuing, this man looks like he is not very old and is in his thirties, but this kind of perennial licking blood on the knife has left traces of time on his face, and he looks far older than his peers.

"Mu Fei, why hasn't that kid come back yet, it stands to reason that he should have come to meet us at three or four o'clock this afternoon!"

At this time, the head of the group, Storm, looked with some concern in the direction where the sun was about to set, and in the distance, a cross-shaped mountain stood like a flock of chickens, standing among the mountains and peaks.

The man surnamed Luo also frowned when he heard this, although Mu Fei was a rookie, he brought it up single-handedly, and the concept of time is the most basic quality of a mercenary.

"What's going on at home?"

The man who was called Uncle Luo by Xuanxuan frowned, and the only remaining eye also flashed with a worried look, although they were adrift all over the world, but every mercenary always had a home in his heart.

"I guess that's the case, if we go to Monte Cristo at full speed, we should be able to arrive within three hours, at this time Mu Fei didn't come to meet, most likely there is something wrong at home, since we stop by the way, let's go over!"

The head of the group, Storm, looked at the cross-shaped Monte Cristo in the distance, with a hint of worry in his eyes, the family has a very important position for mercenaries, and the last thing they want to see is a problem in the family.

"It's okay, Mu Fei, this kid, there is an elderly mother at home, all rely on his eldest brother to farm to support the family, let's go over and take a look, he has performed very well in these missions, if there is really trouble at home, our Flying Dragon Mercenary Group can't help it!"

The deputy head of Uncle Luo's Feilong Mercenary Group, plus Mu Fei was brought out by him, so he naturally cared a lot about him.

"Yes, regimental leader, let's go over and have a look, these days are on the road, a bird is about to fade out of the mouth, it's okay to go to the village, we can spend money to buy some wine and food to eat!"

A soldier heard the conversation between the two deputy commanders, and at this time, his legs were clamped between the horse's belly, and a faceless and skinless appearance came to the two of them.

The head of the regiment, Storm, gave him an angry look: "Eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat, didn't you shoot a wild boar to eat at noon today? I really don't know what your heads are thinking, you know how to eat all day long!"

The storm pointed at the warrior with his hand, but he tugged on the leash of the horse with a slight force to change the direction of the horse's march in the direction of Monte Cristo.

"Okay, brothers, everyone follow, let's go to Mu Fei's kid's house to get some food!"

The warrior shouted at his companion behind him, and the female priest on a white horse smiled, her eyes focused on the storm most of the time.

At this time, the storm also turned around, and the eyes of the two met like this, and the storm's face turned red, don't look at his age, but for this kind of love between men and women, it is still naïve.

"Ahhhhhhh......h

A detached crow flew over everyone's heads, and everyone in the group was immersed in the banquet for a while, and no one noticed that the crow's eyes were shining with blood-red light as it flew over their heads.

On Monte Cristo, Count Vladimir, with his hands behind his back, looked at the sunset that was about to fall into the mountains in the distance, and there was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth that had not been wiped away.

At his feet lay the corpse of a young mercenary, the smoke rising from the bright lights of Monte Cristo, and behind the serene village life, there was a lot of blood.

A person dressed as a villager walked up to Count Vladimir at this time, he bowed slightly and said to the tall and noble back in front of him: "Lord, the mercenary group to which this mercenary belongs has been found, many people have noticed that something is wrong here these days, and if we continue like this, I am afraid that we will be exposed soon!"

After listening to the report of the person dressed as a villager, the smile on the face of the Count of Vladimir, who had great magical powers, became even thicker, and his arms seemed to embrace the sunset as if it was being burned.

"Come, let them come, the birth of the gods needs the blood of sinners to wash away!"

Looking at the tall back in front of him, a hint of joy flashed in the villager's eyes and asked, "Yes...... It's a matter of remains...... Any news?"

Count Vladimir turned around gracefully, licked the blood from the corners of his mouth with a scarlet tongue, and said to the capable general: "Yes, in a month at most, or seven days later, the blood god will be born!"

As soon as these words came out, an unnatural flush appeared on the villager's face, which was a very excited expression, Count Vladimir seemed to expect him to have such a look, he waved his hand and pointed to the Wyvern Mercenary Group and others who were shuttling in the darker and darker dense forest in the distance and said: "Go and meet for a while, our guests from afar!"