The waves of fire in the alley rolled up high, rushing towards his face, like a burning hot stove, so that Ronald subconsciously wanted to avoid it. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Grandma's, I didn't expect this oil to be so domineering, I knew that I would have prepared a few more jars. Ronald reached out to cover his face to shield himself from the heat.

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The waves of fire rolled up violently, like a fiery dragon, soaring into the air.

"Death, little bastard. ”

A roar came from the fire dragon, like a thunderbolt, and the air trembled faintly.

"Oh no! he won't die...... Ronald was shocked, only to see a black shadow in the fire dragon leap out, his face was hideous, the cold light flashed in his hand, and the broadsword slashed head-on.

Oldberg deserves to be a silver-level strength, and instead of dying, his flesh and blood were able to rush out in the explosion of the fire oil.

But even so, Oldberg was embarrassed, his face was scarred by the flames, his flesh was blurred, and even the armor on his body was burned red by the hot flames of the explosion of the fire oil, like a large piece of soldering iron, clinging to his body.

"I knew that I should have prepared a few more jars of fire oil, and if I threw him together, I would definitely burn him to death. Ronald sighed inwardly, full of malice.

If Oldberg had known what Ronald was thinking at this point, he would have cursed him for being vicious, and then used his broadsword to split him into a hundred pieces and throw him to feed the dogs. But even if he didn't know, Oldberg already had this idea.

Who he is, he's Oldberg!

The leader of the Ice Wolf Mercenary Group, the creator of this three-hundred-person mercenary group, a silver-level swordsman!

In the remote area of this continent, Gregory can even lead his subordinate mercenary group to take over the lord of a town, forcing the original legitimate heir to flee to the desert, even the head of the original garrison regiment will be imprisoned in the dungeon and tortured.

But now, he was forced to do this by a guy who didn't know where to jump out.

Although there was no mirror, the pain from every inch of skin in his body still filled his heart with a strong killing intent.

"Die!"

Oldberg jumped in the air, used all his fighting spirit, and slashed head-on with his broadsword, making Ronald unavoidable and inescapable!

Ronald also had a ruthlessness in his heart, knowing that it was too late to dodge, he simply clenched the iron sword and swung it towards Oldberg with all his strength.

Heavy Slash!

The two swords collided, and Ronald was like being hit by a meteorite, and the roof under his feet was directly shattered, and the two fell sharply.

Immediately after, the walls of the room were also shattered, and Ronald flew upside down, blood gushing out of his mouth, but with a crazy smile on his face: "Hahaha, Oldberg, you're finished!"

Ronald flew upside down, looked up to the sky and laughed, jumped up, and instead of fleeing, he raised his sword and rushed back.

Pain!

Every inch of skin on his body was painful to the bone, and the burning oil burned every inch of the exposed skin of O'Deberg's body, and the face, palms, neck, and in some places even burned the flesh and blood, revealing the bones inside.

The heavy armor on his body was also burned red by the flames, like an iron plate that had just been taken out of the furnace, and it was directly on his body. The damage is even more serious than a burn on the exposed skin.

Because the iron plate that exudes high temperature is rigidly attached to the flesh and skin, the high temperature penetrates the skin and burns the internal organs.

Now Oldberg, even a breath of air, as if he was devouring coals of fire! This kind of bone-chilling pain, pain from the inside out, made him tremble, if it were not for the support of a little pride and dignity in his heart, if it were not for the support of Ronald's murderous intent, I am afraid that Oldberg would have rolled on the ground in pain at this time.

The wound on Ronald's shoulder only temporarily stopped the bleeding and did not heal, and at this time, he held the iron sword and strangled with Oldberg, and every time the iron sword collided, the wound on his shoulder burst with blood.

It didn't take long for half of his body to be stained red with blood from the wound.

But there was a smile on his face, as if he had a victory ticket in his hand: "Oldberg, how cooked are your entrails? I can smell the smell of meat, like barbecued wild boar, and the fat is dripping to the ground!"

Ronald swung his sword to block one of Oldberg's slashes, and shouted a mockery.

Oldberg roared, but the speed of the broadsword in his hand became slower and slower, and the fighting energy that erupted with each slash became less and less.

"Look at you now, where you still have the majesty you had yesterday when you first entered the city, you are like a wild boar on a campfire...... No, you're not even as good as a wild boar, do you still have the strength of a wild boar?"

"You're like a wild dog, a wild dog that wants to tear off a piece of meat from your opponent before you die!

Ronald gripped the Iron Cleaver with both hands, the blade in front of his chest, and a wild beastly smile on his face.

Oldberg's broadsword and cleaver collided with each other, and neither of them would back down under the strength of their arms.

"Look, you're a silver level, your strength is not as great as mine, you're going to die! Oldberg, you're going to die today!" Ronald shouted loudly as he stared at Oldberg, whose face was blurred with flesh and blood, with a cold light in his eyes.

"I'm going to kill you rat!"

Oldberg was enraged by Ronald's words, and he roared, but there was despair in his voice.

"Come on, it's only you who will die today!"

Ronald also roared, and the broadswords in their hands separated again, and then collided with all their might.

Boom!

Bang!

One sword, one sword, another sword!

Ronald and Oldberg are like crazy beasts, without any scruples, fighting to the death, using all their strength to focus on the broadsword in their hands, and venting the fighting spirit in their bodies along the broadsword, just to kill each other.

The two swords clashed, and Ronald took a step back!

After another exchange, Ronald took half a step back!

In the third engagement, Ronald did not move......

Oldberg's steps are starting to recede!

Blood flowed from Alderberg's red eyes, and there was a look of despair in his crazy eyes.

"No, die!" Oldberg used all his strength, and the broadsword in his hand was used by him to make a majestic momentum like a tomahawk.

Unfortunately, his steps retreated again and again, and his body was forced backwards by Ronald step by step, until his back was pressed against a wall cabinet in the room, and there was a muffled rumbling sound.

The wooden closet was cracked by Oldberg's back, and the still red-hot armor burned the wooden closet black.

"You're the one who dies, Oldberg!"

Ronald gritted his teeth, his lips raised, and said with a hideous smile.

Oldberg stared at Ronald's face, his nerves burned like a demon were tangled together, and pain and hatred were deeply imprinted on his face: "Who are you, I don't accept it...... I don't accept ......!!"

"You're not a warrior, you don't deserve to fight me one-on-one!" Oldberg's vocal cords were already burned by the flames, and his voice was thick and hoarse: "I should surround you and shoot you to death! You don't deserve to be called a warrior at all!"

Oldberg regretted that if he had known that Ronald would be so despicable and prepared so many means, Oldberg would not have come out in person, let alone catch up alone. He will use the means of mercenaries, taking advantage of the advantage of numbers, to easily kill Ronald.

After all, Ronald has always been only a bronze level of strength.

"Warrior, Lao Tzu is a bandit!" Ronald sneered, looked at him and said, "Lao Tzu is a bandit who came to ask for your life!"

Ronald slammed his head like a hammer into Oldberg's forehead. With a muffled sound, Oldberg's grip on the sword loosened a little again, and Ronald roared angrily and kicked it up.

The soles of his feet kicked against Oldberg's chest, and the heat of his armor passed through the soles of his shoes, as if he were walking on a burning charcoal fire.

With a stab of the sword, the slashing iron sword pierced through the armor and stabbed into Oldberg's heart. With a flick of his wrist, the sharp iron sword churned Oldberg's heart to pieces, like meat puree!

Oldberg is dead, and no one can survive if their heart is shattered by a blade.

Ronald stood there, gasping for breath, blood from the wound on his shoulder desperately flowing, already wet his clothes, and even dripping to the ground along his pants.

Looking at Oldberg's hideous face, the eyes full of resentment, Ronald was surprisingly calm.

As long as a person dies, no matter how resentful his eyes are, it is not worth fearing, even if he was a silver-level swordsman in his lifetime.

Squatting on the ground, Ronald felt an unprecedented sense of exhaustion welling up in his body.

Moments later, Ronald stood up from the ground and cut off Oldberg's head with his iron sword. The iron sword slashed through Oldberg's neck, and even a trace of heat permeated from the flesh, like a roasted piece of meat.

With his hideous head in his hand, Ronald staggered out.

The momentum of the battle between the two was not small, especially when Ronald's can of fire oil was thrown down, and the flames and explosions that ignited pierced far away.

Not long after Ronald walked out of the house, the members of the Ice Wolf Mercenary Group rushed over, all of them tense and imposing.

"Found him, he's here!" shouted a member of the Ice Wolf Mercenary Regiment, pointing his sword at Ronald.

Ronald sneered, lifted his head, and shouted at them, "Oldberg is dead!"

The members of a team of ice wolf mercenary groups were originally aggressive, but when they heard this, they were stunned for a moment, and then showed a look of disbelief.

"Impossible, the regimental commander is a silver-level swordsman, it is impossible to defeat him!" A mercenary gritted his teeth and looked at Ronald: "Kill him first, and then go to the regimental commander!"

"His head is here!" Ronald sneered, flicked his wrist, threw his head out, and rolled on the ground a few times.

The hideous face was facing the members of the Ice Wolf Mercenary Regiment.

For a moment, the atmosphere cooled to the extreme.

Oldberg's face had been burned by the flames, but if you made it closely, you could still make out a faint shadow. This group of people is also the backbone of Oldberg for a long time, and if you look closely, you can roughly distinguish it.

"Impossible, this can't be!" a mercenary roared, his expression hideous, and his hand holding the sword trembled faintly.

Ronald looked at this group of mercenaries and chuckled in his heart, he somewhat underestimated Oldberg's status in the minds of this group of mercenaries. originally thought that once he killed Odelberg, this group of mercenaries would almost have to fend for themselves after losing their backbone.

Now it seems that Ronald thought too simply.

With one hand behind his back, he reached out and quietly exchanged a Tangmen secret weapon mechanism from the system store and held it in his hand, once the situation was not right, Ronald must at least have a means to fight back.

Killing Oldberg, he himself is also at the limit, and it is impossible for him to endure a difficult battle again.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of neat footsteps on the street.

The sound was heavy, as if the footsteps of many people were overlapping.

Everyone present was stunned for a moment, such footsteps were only possessed by the garrison regiment in Gregory, because this was the footsteps of the army when it was marching.

The soldiers of a garrison regiment suddenly rushed over, and the number was close to a hundred!

Twenty men in front were armed with spears and serious expressions, behind were twenty or thirty soldiers with long swords, and at the back were soldiers with bows and arrows and heavy crossbows.

"Garrison, how come they're here?" said an ice wolf mercenary group, confused.

An officer of the garrison regiment on a horse stepped forward, his expression was grim, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were fixed on these ice wolf mercenary groups.

A thick murderous aura locked them in.

This murderous aura is not the momentum of the strong, but the murderous aura possessed by the army!

"Kill!"

The officer of the garrison regiment rode on his horse, waved one hand, and immediately gave the order.

The garrison of one hundred and ten people received the order and rushed towards these Ice Wolf Mercenary Group without hesitation.

The streets were narrow and the environment was limited, and the soldiers of the garrison regiment charged and immediately forced them back into the corner.

"Darnell Barrett plotted to usurp power and seize the title, and has been executed! The new Viscount Barrett has an order, and the Ice Wolf Mercenary Group assists Darnell in the plot, and according to the laws of the principality, the same crime will be punished!"

"Van, a member of the Ice Wolf Mercenary Regiment in Gregory's territory...... Kill!"

The officer of the garrison regiment looked at the members of the Ice Wolf Mercenary Group who were forced into a corner, and said in a cold tone.

Ronald looked at this scene in a slightly dazed expression, but he knew that he had survived. The feeling of exhaustion came up uncontrollably, and the limbs of the whole body felt paralyzed, especially the bleeding on the shoulders, and the physical strength had already been exhausted to the limit.

It was dark, and Ronald fainted.