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In front of Lance's eyes, it was Tony, the "mad wolf" who had previously attempted to flirt with Veronica and had one of his arms burned off by Roxani.

By this time, his face was already flushed with anger. The small eyes, which were originally small, suddenly stared like bull's eyes, and glared angrily. His remaining left hand clenched into a fist, with a huge hatred for Lance, issued an angry warning. His right arm, which had been burned by Roxani, was gone, replaced by an iron hand made of steel. The cold silver-gray iron arm speaks of his great hatred for Lance.

Lance knew that the road was already narrow, and the only thing he could do now was to stall for time, but Lance knew that even if he wanted to delay time, he had to be strategic and use his brain a little. Otherwise, if you make a mistake, you and Loxani will inevitably be in a different place before Princess Eve arrives.

Thinking of this, Lance's strategy was also set. He then raised his head, smiled at Tony "Mad Dog" and said:

"Who do I say...... Long time no see, eh...... I haven't seen each other for three days. Mercenary 'Mad Dog' Mr. Tony, I didn't expect you to think of me so much. I actually mobilized the captain of the Idiris's garrison to come to me. But Mr. Tony, the 'mad dog', has a deep affection for it. All I can say is, I'm sorry, you're a bad person. And I'm straight, not good for this mouthful. You mercenary group, stay away from me, do I look like a recipient?"

"Mad Wolf" Tony took a step forward in exasperation and yelled, "What the are you talking about!"

Lance looked at Tony, the "crazy wolf" who was annoyed by his words, and felt ridiculous. Lance really didn't expect this kind of temperament person to be the young leader of a mercenary group.

As a military general, the first point is to learn to control your heart, which is the so-called way of a general, and you should treat your heart first. The landslide is in front and the face does not change, and the deer is on the left without blinking.

This kind of deputy commander of a regiment, a young commander, does not even have the most basic military qualities, so it can be seen that the entire Iron Helmet Mercenary Regiment is just a useful and unscrupulous reckless distribution center and widow manufacturing group.

Before, maybe Lance was still hostile to "Mad Wolf" Tony, but now Lance only has contempt for "Mad Wolf" Tony in his heart.

"Haha, young leader, don't be angry......"

Lance stood up with a smile and walked towards Tony "Mad Wolf", revealing disdain and contempt for Tony "Mad Wolf" in every step.

Lance grabbed the cage rails and smiled and said, "What? Did I say the wrong thing? You're not here ......to get a? Can't wait for me to take out your other arm?"

"You're still stubborn when you're dying!"

"Tony, stand down, you're so angry with this kid in a few words?"

"Yes, uncle. ”

As he spoke, a man taller than Tony the "Mad Wolf" walked out, and he slowly took off his cloak, revealing a mysterious face hidden in the darkness.

The wrinkled face is covered with short stubble like a bush of thorns. He has long blond hair like a lion, exuding the aura of a majestic lion.

"Simon, open the door for me. ”

At this man's order, Simon quickly took the key and opened the door of Reims's cell.

Lance smiled and said, "Yo, this uncle, are you here to bail me?" Thanks a lot. ”

With that, Lance prepared to walk out the door with Loxani in his arms.

But this man crossed his hand, revealing his strong arms hidden under the cloak, like a giant shirt in front of Lance: "Young man, after talking for so long, you don't want to introduce yourself?"

"Introduce me?" said Lance, "Forget it, how can I bother you to remember the name of a man of mine." But if you want to introduce yourself to me, I can listen to it reluctantly. ”

"Hmph...... I don't know what to do. ”

All I heard was a slight sneer of contempt from the man. Then Lance suddenly felt a violent pressure in his abdomen, followed by a huge pain in his abdomen as if it had been crushed by a meat grinder. It was as if at this moment, a cannonball shot directly through his body.

"Ahh

With a cry of pain, Lance was punched out as if he had been hit hard by a battering ram, almost in a straight track.

Lance's weak body slammed into the dungeon's thick boulder walls. In an instant, it was as if the dungeon was shaking. The gray walls were covered with dusty waterfalls, and the loose gravel on the walls all fell first because of this impact.

Lance, who fell heavily on the ground, immediately vomited a mouthful of blood, and Loxani on the side ran over, trying to support Lance, and issued a "hmm" concern.

'Boy, I'm Frank Lampard, Tony's uncle 'Mad Wolf'. The leader of the Iron Helmet Mercenary Regiment. How's it going, are you scared? Red-eyed boy, do you have any last words? If not, I'm going to pay you and your cheap dragon for my nephew's right arm!"

Looking at Frank Lampard, who threw away his cloak, revealing all his muscles and a face full of anger. Lance wasn't terrified.

Lance just took the sleeve of his coat, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile:

"So you're Tony's uncle, 'Old Dog' Frank Lampard? Ha ha. ”

"Look for death!"

As he spoke, Frank Lampard, the "lion head" who was annoyed by Lance, angrily drew his long sword, and then strode towards Lance, who was crawling on the ground and unable to move.

Lampard put his sword around Lance's neck and said: 'I'll show you today what fear is!'

"Fear, okay, let me see!"

Lance laughed, then suddenly grabbed Lampard the Lion's sword with his right hand. In an instant, the bright red blood flowing from Lance's right hand slowly flowed down the blood groove on the "lion-head" Lampard's long sword.

"What are you doing, boy?" Lampard "The Lionhead" saw what was going on and had no idea what Lance was going to do.

"I'll let you cut it, I see if you dare to bear the consequences of cutting me!"

Lance looked at Frank Lampard with cold eyes without emotion. And his right hand gripped the sword in his hand.

Looking at Lance's aggressive momentum, cold eyes and strange movements, Lampard's long sword "Lion Head" inexplicably produced a kind of fear. He subconsciously wanted to pull his long sword back. But the long sword in Lance's hand was like being embedded in a crack in the stone, and he couldn't pull it back.

"Why don't you do it? hesitate, are you going to give up cutting me?" Lance sneered.

"Boy, what do you want to do?

Looking at the long sword that was grabbed by the red-eyed boy in front of him, Lampard "Lionhead" panicked. At this time, the more he couldn't pull out, the more panicked he became. And the more panicked he became, the more he couldn't draw the sword that was dead in Lance's hand. Although he cursed with words like "looking for death", he had an inexplicable fear of stabbing his sword at Lance for a while.

Lance's hands were full of blood, like a mountain stream. But the man who fears Lance's blood is not Lance himself, but Frank Lampard the "lion-head".

Lance looked at the panicked "lion-head" Lampard and laughed: "'Old dog' Lampard, why are you flustered. Hehe. I'm telling you, fear doesn't come from words. ”

As he spoke, Lance suddenly let go of the blade, and Frank Lampard lost his balance and fell back heavily. With the help of Captain Simon and several guards, he barely managed to stand still.

Lampard "The Lionhead" looked at the boy in front of him with doubt, he had never seen anyone like it. One faced the sword, faced his own strength, but did not have the slightest fear, even as if at this moment, he was judging himself.

"You!" Lampard looked at the red-eyed boy in front of him in a rough manner, he didn't know what the origin of this kid was, he was so fearless in the face of death, but aggressive.

In a panic, Frank Lampard "The Lionhead" decided not to delay any more nonsense, so he raised his angry sword and prepared to slash at Lance's right arm. "In that case, then I'll unload your right arm first, and then you feel the fear!"

"Come on, I'll wait for you to chop. Lance's tone softened suddenly, losing his previous momentum. It seems that there is no fear of what is about to happen. ：

"Since you want to know so much about the consequences of cutting off my arm, then I can't fail you. Come on, let me see how much courage you have. ”

Hearing Lance's relieved reply, "Lionhead" Lampard held his long sword in the air, but he didn't dare to cut it down. "Lion-head" Lampard's heart has been confused by Reims's relaxed, tight and loose strategy at this time, and his heart is full of doubts and puzzles

Seeing that "Lionhead" Lampard was slow to act, Lance held his body at this time and slowly stood up.

He sneered and walked up to Lampard the "Lionhead", stretched out his right arm, and said coldly in a threatening tone: "Captain Lampard." Why do you think I dare to unload your nephew's arm?

Hearing this, Lampard's pupils suddenly dilated, and his heart was trying to guess the identity of the red-eyed boy in front of him. But he can't see through it now. Frank Lampard can only read from Reims the unknown and the unfathomable, an innate deterrent.

Seeing Frank Lampard's reaction, Lance continued: "I can tell you, Mr Lampard. How did you let me die today, every member of your Iron Helmet mercenary group will die the same way as me. I will do what I say and never break my word. ”

When Lampard heard this, he grabbed Lance's collar with his left hand, and asked angrily but with a hint of fear: "Who are you, red-eyed boy?"

Lance's red pupils stared into Lampard's eyes and said unhurriedly: "It's okay, you'll know who I am in a moment." ”