At this time, the mercenaries who sneaked to the ruins were divided into two, one part surrounded the tent, the other part bypassed the tent, and the soldiers pointed directly at the positive pentagram that imprisoned Xie Zimu, as the mercenaries buried the 'energy wave neutralization pulse stance generator' that looked like a giant tadpole around the tent, a middle-aged man wearing an old tactical suit, hunched on his back, and holding an old assault rifle bathed in the awe-inspiring gaze of the mercenaries, slowly stepped out of the crowd that automatically separated. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

His face was covered with frost and furrows, and his face was full of sparse white stubble, and on his bald head reflected the sunlight lay a scar like a centipede, and there was only a cloudy eye left in the eye socket, and only a dark hollow was left on the other side, but in it there was a wisdom that was extremely rare among mercenaries! If it weren't for this middle-aged man like an old man, this group of mercenaries would have been just a group of fierce hunting dogs, but after he appeared, they were a pack of wolves commanded by the wolf king, fierce! cunning! unity!

This is the best result for Xie Zimu, this is for his good, everyone understands and knows that this is the only way! But there has always been a mood called grief and depression shrouded in everyone's hearts, not because of Zheng Yi's decision, but because of his own powerlessness! Powerless enough to ignore all feedback from the outside world, including the clamor of the mercenaries.

"Ash guys, do you just ignore my old dog?" the voice that suddenly sounded had the peculiar old age of an old man, but it was as low and heroic as thunder!

"Who's out there?"

Zheng Yi, who woke up in the twilight, looked around in confusion, until the thunderous sound sounded again, he was completely awake and went away, after opening the curtain of the tent, his originally slightly hazy eyes couldn't help but narrow together, 'It's him!'!

"Old dog, you don't look for food on your Gobi! Why are you coming to me? Don't you want the other eye?"

The old dog touched the scar that seemed to be faintly painful, and said with a smile: "Naturally, I hope to continue looking for food next door with my child!

"According to the rules, we have set up a tent and set up a pole here, and you can only enforce the contract in this ruin after we leave!

Looking at Zheng Yi and his companions behind him, the old dog suddenly let out a strange smile like a sand jackal, and the children behind him also leaned forward with weapons and good intentions, "Ah Yi boy! All my children are here, three hundred and thirty-five puppies! The employer pays too much, we can't help but come! I and my children only need the one who is!" After the old dog pointed in the direction of the five-pointed star technique, he ignored Zheng Yi's sharp eyes and continued: "We only need that vampire!" We'll leave if we get it, or we'll step on your corpse and get it!"

"Call, door, open, out!" As the spell ended, a whirlpool-shaped, pale necromantic space slowly opened in the mercenary, and the turbulent water and scorching flames also appeared out of thin air, lingering on Zheng Yi and Li Luchen's bodies, but there was no expected panic and panic in the mercenary, but a relaxed and disdainful face.

Buzz! Buzz!

In an instant, a noisy sound like a bee's wings pierced Zheng Yi, Green and Li Luchen's ears, and after a visible pulse, the half-necromantic space exploded like a bubble in an instant, and even burst like a soap bubble with the abilities that lingered in Li Luchen and Zheng Yi's hands, no matter how they were urging the originally handy abilities, they never responded!

Looking at Zheng Yi, who was protected by Lu Yi, Rebecca and Brittany, the old dog quacked and laughed, clumsily imitating the fanatical tone of a scientist and said: "It's very useful for the wizard-type energy wave neutralization pulse stance generator, the energy-based apostle-type wave neutralization pulse stance generator, and the matter-based apostle-type wave neutralizing pulse stance generator, isn't it? The old dog is as proud as a sand jackal that provokes a male lion with its claws tied!

"Catch them for me!" They didn't say what to do with these guys!" With the old dog's order, the mercenaries with a strange smile narrowed the encirclement little by little!

For Zheng Yi and his party, the number of mortals is not too big a problem, even if they can't be annihilated, they can escape from the encirclement safely, but that's only when there is no burden! For the current Lu Yi, Rebecca and Brittany, the three Zheng Yi who have lost their ability have become the biggest trouble! They can't escape, they can't fight back, they can only passively guard the three people who have lost their ability!

But for the old dog, he also has similar troubles! Dozens of 'children' were either shot in the head by Zheng Yi, or shot through the eyebrows by bullets that appeared from all angles! The old dog also had to start thinking about whether it was worth paying such a huge price, after all, the employer's task was only to rescue the vampire!

"Bang!

Two more gunshots, but there was no scream of his own 'child'! But there was billowing black smoke on the ground! That was part of the deposit, where the 'Apostle-type Wave Neutralization Pulse Generator' was installed, and the squinting old dog, after looking at a wreck exposed to the sun! Glancing in the direction of the other detachment without leaving a trace!'Damn! My poor children!' The shrunken old dog couldn't help but curse secretly, but he could only choose to speed up the frequency of the 'children' attacks!

The bullets of the counterattack gradually thinned out, and the tyrannical fists were not so swift anymore! This was a sign of victory, and an inexplicable trace of greed suddenly appeared in the old dog's restless heart, "If I learn their ability, if all my children have this ability...." The old dog licked his dry lips, driven by desire, restlessly picked up the assault rifle that had not been raised for many years, and gave the order for the whole army to attack.

The old dog in the charge once again felt the vitality of his youth, 'Catch them, I will be the king of mercenaries!' This is the vitality brought by desire, but how many people are buried in their own desires?