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Poor Scott......

With Simpson back to deliver the message, the members of the White Eagle Mercenary Group also rushed to the Unicorn Tavern, and accompanied by the elite of this team of thirty people, Ronald and all of them rushed towards the headquarters of the White Eagle Mercenary Group.

The garrison of the mercenary group is actually a playground-sized open space, surrounded by a fence, which encloses this land, which can be regarded as the private territory of their mercenary group.

After coming to the station, Ronald also had a general understanding of the strength of the White Eagle Mercenary Regiment.

The entire mercenary group has about 200 people, of which there are 7 bronze-level captains, each leading a team, and the number of a team is about 30 people.

Judging from the equipment and mental outlook of the members of the White Eagle Mercenary Group, this is definitely an elite team, a mercenary group that has really seen blood and has rich experience in fighting, rather than a small team that eats and waits for death.

However, since it can become one of the two mercenary groups of Marz Greyburg, this strength is indeed necessary.

The White Eagle Mercenaries are very hospitable, as can be seen from the bonfires they have prepared. In the harsh winter, the White Eagle Mercenary Group actually found a lot of pine wood to light a bonfire, which was not only hot and vigorous, but also carried a little strange fragrance.

The whole fat pig is disemboweled, and then grilled on a campfire.

The hind legs of the fat Jurassic were also split into neat squares, strung together with finger-thick iron chisels, and set up on the campfire, and the tempting grease dripped on the bonfire, making the bonfire burn even brighter.

It was impossible for an expensive liquor like the Crimson Blood Lord to be offered openly, but barrels of ale were taken out of the warehouse as if they didn't need money, and they were about to form a wall in the courtyard.

More than 30 young and beautiful, scantily clad prostitutes and women were recruited by them, and they shuttled through the crowd like butterflies, laughing and persuading them to drink from time to time.

A group of people followed the coaxing, surrounded the door and the window, loudly cheered and cheered, after a long time, the mercenary **** with his upper body, only wearing a pair of leather pants, and his face was full of sorrow, like a victorious general, walked out of the room, and continued to drink with a wine glass.

Freedom!

These mercenaries are like wild horses that have escaped from the leash, frantically venting the male hormones in their bodies.

So corrupt, depraved, free...... And the enviable life made these members of Hydra stunned. Originally, they thought that bandits were the most depraved group, but now they knew that a powerful mercenary group could live such a lewd and corrupt life.

Holding a wine glass, he gulped down the ale.

I saw that their eyes were bloodshot, staring directly at those prostitutes, if it weren't for the fact that they were too unfamiliar with the environment here, I am afraid that they would have learned to pounce on them and pick them up like mercenaries.

Timos held his wine glass, looked at the noisy members with a smile on his face, and said sideways to Ronald: "Captain Morton, why don't you let your people go down to play? ”

"Maybe I can't let go of it all of a sudden, it's not to ......see the friends of the White Eagle," Ronald smiled slightly, and glanced at Cowan on the side.

Cowan laughed, picked up his glass, and drank the wine from it, with a little wheat yellow liquid running down his chin and onto his chest.

I saw Cowan walking towards the crowd, squeezing through the crowd directly with his strong physique, holding a hot prostitute and woman in his arms, and walking towards the house as if carrying a trophy.

The prostitute was lifted by Cowen, and the whole person was stunned for a moment, looking at Cowen's strong and not human-like physique, she directly let out a scream with excitement, like a cat in heat, her limbs wrapped around Cowan's chest, and the whole person hung up.

That prostitute and woman are hot and tall, but unfortunately they can't even reach his chest in front of Cowan, and with such a gap in physique, I don't know how to be tossed later.

A group of members of the White Eagle Mercenary Regiment suddenly let out an excited wolf howl, stared at Cowan with bright eyes, followed him to a room, surrounded the whole room, and howled as if shouting and cheering.

"Take off, take off, take off!"

"Take off, take off, take off!"

The sound of tearing clothes came from the banquet, and only a scream was heard, and the group of mercenaries howled excitedly again. Women's clothes, torn like strips of cloth, were thrown out of the crowd.

Soon, a strange sound that made people blush and beat their hearts came from inside the room, high, screaming, and undisguised, which made people's blood gush when they listened.

One of the captains of the White Eagle Mercenary Regiment seemed a little angry, this man was far less tall than Cowen, but very stocky, and looked like a wild boar walking upright.

I saw him drain the ale wine in the cup in one gulp, and also rushed into the crowd, and picked up a beautiful woman with golden curly hair and sandwiched it under his ribs.

With a curse in his mouth, he raised his foot and kicked the mercenaries who were watching in front of the house to the ground, squeezing a path through the crowd of dozens of people and burrowing into Cowan's room.

The mercenaries present roared excitedly again, like wild dogs in heat, and at least half of them rushed over, blocking the room tightly.

Soon, another feminine cry came from inside the room, a low, tactful, and slightly painful and excited moan. Just listening to this seductive voice, you will have a picture of a blonde beauty wrapped around her body like an octopus.

This is the beginning of the competition, the competition, through this alternative way......

"Hahaha, Simpson, go get some more beautiful women over. Tell those bosses that no matter how many beauties are sent over tonight, our White Eagle Mercenary Group will accept all the orders, and let them come to the station tomorrow to settle the bill!"

Timos also seemed to be excited by this picture, and commanded Simpson to the side.

Ronald looked at this scene with a smile and did not refuse.

The members of the Hydra saw that Cowan was involved at Ronald's suggestion, and when they heard that Timos would call more prostitutes, they were immediately unceremonious, and they all rushed down, squeezed into the crowd, and squeezed towards the object of their liking.

It didn't take long for dozens of scantily clad and sexy prostitutes and women to arrive in the carriage, without being reserved or twisting, and directly shuttled through this exciting banquet.

The more wine I drank, the less I drank, and all the meat I cooked was gone.

The interior of the house was shaky, and none of them were quiet.

The hustle and bustle and screaming continued until dawn in this mercenary station where hormones flew into the sky.