Ronald repeatedly attacked the soldiers of the garrison, as well as the members of the White Wolf Mercenary Regiment, and was immediately put on Gregory's list of wanted criminals. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Portraits, names, and even the characteristics of the weapons worn were all posted. And in order to intensify the pursuit, and as a typical example of resistance, Ronald was even marked with a bounty of 200 gold coins, and anyone who could not catch Ronald could go to the Lord's Mansion to receive this bounty.

But Ronald seemed to have completely evaporated and disappeared from Gregory.

The next day, after dawn, the gates of Gregory were opened, and two rows of soldiers of the garrison stood neatly at the gates, with serious expressions, welcoming a team into the city.

There were about 100 people in this team, most of them wearing the uniform equipment of the garrison legion, and a few dozen mercenaries wearing white wolf cloaks.

In the center of the procession, a carriage drove slowly, pulled by two black horses.

Next to the carriage, a man in heavy armor rode a horse, with hard facial features, extremely high cheekbones, his hair braided into countless pigtails standing on the back of his head, and a scar crossed the corner of his eye, revealing a fierce atmosphere.

The team slowly drove into Gregory, and after entering the city gate, soon a member of the White Wolf Mercenary Regiment rode over on a horse, approached the man next to the carriage, and whispered something.

After a moment, a cold light flashed in the man's eyes and he nodded.

After the mercenary left, the window of the carriage suddenly fell, and a bloated man dressed in aristocratic dress sat quietly inside, looking happy and comfortable, and a blonde girl was prostrate under him, her head rising and falling.

"Oldberg, what's going on?" the man in the carriage squinted his eyes, his expression was very refreshed, and his small eyes opened a line to fix his gaze on Oldberg outside the carriage.

Oldberg lowered his head slightly, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the smile contained murderous aura: "Lord Viscount, there is a little trouble in the city. ”

This fat man sitting in the carriage is Darnell Barrett!

So far, the guy who stole the Barrett family titles and territories.

"Little trouble?" Hearing this, a trace of displeasure flashed in Darnell's small eyes, and he suddenly reached out and grabbed the hair of the girl under him, and pulled it up fiercely: "Could it be that something happened to my lovely little nephew again?"

The girl's hair was dragged fiercely, and she looked pained, but she bit her lip and didn't say a word.

"Of course not, Young Master Barrett is very safe now, but there is a guy in the city who dares to oppose our mercenary group. It is said that the strength is not bad, so that the people below suffer a little loss. Oldberg explained.

"That's the case, let's get rid of him. Hearing this, Darnell nodded slightly, and suddenly lost interest. Darnell pulled the window shut, and a low lewd laugh came from inside the carriage.

Oldberg looked at the carriage, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and his expression was disdainful.

The convoy drove along Gregory's lane towards the Viscount's Palace.

Bang!

Suddenly, two things were thrown far from the roof on the side of the street.

It's pitch black, it's round!

Like two round balls, they slammed into the ground and rolled directly in front of the convoy with a grunt.

The front convoy was alarmed, and subconsciously raised its spears and guarded the surroundings.

Oldberg was also alarmed, and with his legs between his legs, he rode to the front of the group: "What's going on?"

"Commander, I don't know who dropped these two things at the convoy. A member of the White Wolf Mercenary Regiment approached, like Oldberg.

"See who did it?"

"I didn't see anything, the other party was very careful, and the thing was thrown directly from the roof. ”

Oldberg looked at the round thing wrapped in two black cloth bags on the ground, and his eyelids suddenly jumped, and a sense of foreboding arose in his heart.

He stepped forward and pulled out the broadsword at his waist, and the blade of the sword was picked at the black cloth bag, and a gap was cut.

"Ahh

The black cloth bag was torn open, and a smell of blood came out, and everyone suddenly exclaimed.

The bag turned out to be a bloody human head!

It didn't seem to be long before the head was cut off, the blood had not completely solidified, and there was a look of fear on his facial features before death.

"It's Feiqi!" The members of the White Wolf Mercenary Group on the side recognized this face, their faces changed suddenly, and they exclaimed in surprise.

Oldberg looked at the human head, and his face suddenly became extremely ugly.

The broadsword was picked up again, and another black cloth bag was also picked out, and another bloody human head was exposed.

"This is Grover!"

The mercenary next to him exclaimed in surprise and recognized the face again.

Oldberg's face was extremely ugly, his eyes were filled with anger, and he roared violently: "Who is it! Who is provoking me in this way!" Oldberg's murderous aura was wanton, like a fierce sword wind, and the people around him turned pale under this rich murderous aura, and even the well-trained military horses were uneasy to step on their hooves at this time.

"It's him, it must be him!" Oldberg remembered something: "Yesterday a man killed a member of our mercenary group, and even Campol suffered from him. ”

"I thought he had fled, but even if he didn't, he found a place to hide...... I didn't expect it, I didn't expect ......"

"I didn't expect him to dare to provoke me like this!"

Oldberg jerked his horse's belly and galloped along Gregory's main road.

"Captain!" a member of the White Wolf Mercenary Regiment chased after him, "Viscount Darnell asked what happened and why you left alone. ”

"Tell the fat pig that Gregory is in trouble and that I'm going to fix it. Oldberg said without looking back, riding his horse.

"But, said Viscount Darnell......"

Oldberg grabbed the reins of the horse, and the galloping horse came to a halt. Oldberg's bloodshot eyes were bloodshot, and he grabbed the mercenary by the collar and lifted him from the horse with the strength of one hand.

"Go back and tell the fat pig, and say that I, Oldberg, have worked hard to remove the obstacles that have arisen for the sake of his noble viscount! If he dares to ask any more, he will go to the brothel and find some young girls to send him, and the fat pig will have no problem as long as he has a woman. ”

Oldberg threw the subordinate to the ground, then slammed the horse's belly and quickly left.

The Ice Wolf Mercenary Regiment was in Ggregory's stronghold, and Kan Polin was discussing with several people who seemed to have a bit of status in the Ice Wolf Mercenary Group.

Suddenly, the door was kicked open.

Oldberg walked in with a blushing face, and dozens of mercenaries stationed in the stronghold saw Oldberg salute one after another, with surprise on their faces.

"Commander, you're back. Campoland was also pleasantly surprised.

"What the hell is going on, I've only been out for two days, and someone dares to kill the people of our White Wolf Mercenary Group. Oldberg's face turned pale, and his voice suppressed anger and reprimanded.

Campol's face turned pale and he knelt down on one knee towards Oldberg: "It's my dereliction of duty, the opponent seems to be a ranger." ”

"Like?"

Oldberg made it to the rectangular table in the stronghold, his eyes fixed on Campole.

Under Oldberg's gaze, Campol felt a strong pressure, and a layer of cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

Whether it was the majesty of being the head of the regiment or the strong strength of the silver swordsman, it made Kan Po feel uncomfortable.

"I've sent someone to investigate, and the other party came to Gregory suddenly, and there is no force behind it. Several small local mercenary groups have also sent people to beat them, and they are sure that they are not the ghosts. Campol explained.

"Nonsense! The local mercenaries are all rubbish, and among the few mercenary groups, the strongest ones are only bronze, and they are not even your opponents, even if they lend them a few guts, they don't dare to provoke while I'm away. ”

Oldberg's fingers tapped slowly on the tabletop, and the people in the room bowed their heads under his reprimand, not daring to speak.

"Hmph, Feige and Grover are dead!" Oldberg snorted.

"What?"

"When's it?"

The people in the house changed color one after another when they heard the words, and they were both surprised and shocked.

"It seems that you don't know about this yet. On my way back, the heads of both of them were suddenly thrown to the front of the convoy!" Oldberg's eyes flashed with anger again.

"This is a provocation to me!" Alderberg gritted his teeth, his tone full of anger.

Campol and the others in the room glanced at each other, and suddenly understood in their hearts that this was Ronald's provocation and revenge.

"Commander, what should we do now?" asked Kan Polan, bowing his head and looking respectful.

The Ice Wolf Mercenary Group was established by Oldberg, and although Campol and the other members also made contributions at the beginning, there has always been only one voice within the mercenary group - Oldberg's voice.

Oldberg sneered and said, "A rat that likes to hide in the sewers is nothing to worry about! But we can't tolerate a rat that continues to live in style after biting us, even if it is in the dark, dirty sewers!"

"Find him, dig this mongrel out of Gregory who dares to provoke me, and I'm going to cut off his head with my own hands!"

"Tell me to go down and let the people below patrol Gregory in small teams. Gregory only has such a large range, and our White Wolf Mercenary Group has a scale of 300 people!"

"Except for the hundred men stationed at the headquarters and guarding Darnell's waste, the remaining two hundred people are divided into twenty squads with ten people, and I don't believe that an outsider who has just arrived at Gregory can really escape everyone's eyes. ”

Listening to Oldberg's order, Canpol and everyone present nodded their heads.

That's right, they are the White Wolf Mercenary Group, the most powerful mercenary group in Gregory, and the most powerful mercenary group in terms of overall strength!

And the person who dares to provoke them is just a mere bronze, even if the people below are not his opponents one-on-one, but if they are pressed by the number of people, they can completely press the other party into a puddle of meat sauce!

You know, they're a mercenary group, not a ranger who roams the continent alone!

"Commander, it's not good!" suddenly came a person's exclamation outside the door.

"Don't worry, what the hell is going on?" asked Campol as he stepped forward and dragged the subordinate who had come running.

"Outside...... Outside is ...... Three heads were thrown over!" The mercenary said with sweat on his face and a slightly frightened expression: "It's all from our mercenary group!"

When Kan Poland heard this, his face suddenly changed.

An angry roar came from behind, and Oldberg roared angrily like an enraged lion.

"Kanpolan, find that bastard, I'm going to get rid of him with my own hands, I'm going to cut off his head and make a drinking vessel, and put it on my bedside every day!" Oldberg angrily punched the long table in front of him, and a surging fighting spirit like a river appeared down the fist, and the hard dark wooden long table suddenly burst into cracks.