"Little Mandy is also here, interesting, interesting",

Andre clapped his palms and smiled: "It looks like my little Andoro can't subdue this cute little elf, so it shouldn't be a problem to let my uncle do it for me, hahaha",

Andoru's heart sank, and he couldn't guess his intentions for a while.

Is it for himself to break the siege, or to snatch this elf?

"If there's a kind, you can try it",

Ye Ran stepped forward with a twist of the Cleaver gun in his hand.

Andre stroked his palms and smiled: "Okay, then try it",

Needless to say, the woman behind her snorted coldly and patted her horse, she was about forty years old, her forehead and the corners of her eyes were wrinkled, but her skills were extremely agile, and two shurikens flew out of her sleeves before she could reach her sleeves.

Ye Ran glanced at her disdainfully, and the big gun in his hand pulled away the shuriken.

"Boy, you'll remember my name as Jorah of the Black Thorns",

The horse neighed, and as soon as Ye Ran pulled away the shuriken, the short axe in the hand of the woman named Jola cut off her head.

Along with it, there was also a vigorous energy, at least six stages of qi strength.

If it was before, this kind of strength would have been enough to put pressure on Ye Ran.

But now, not enough, far from enough.

"Sneer",

Ye Ran raised her hand to hold down her axe, and the big gun in her hand was handed out, followed by the sound of metal breaking through the flesh and the mournful roar of the horse.

The two-meter-long spear poked the horse through with a "pull", the body of the gun pierced through the horse's neck and peeked out from the horse's back, and the bloody tip of the spear pressed against Chora's throat.

Her pupils dilated instantly, and then a huge force came, Ye Ran snorted coldly and dragged her off the horse to the ground, and her short axe was broken in two.

"Remember you, just by virtue of this?",

Ye Ran glanced at her contemptuously.

"Boy, and my Hungry Wolf Corps",

"Sneer",

Ye Ran stabbed the pursuing man in the chest with a backhand, threw him off the horse with a shock of his wrist, turned around and pressed one hand on the horse's head, the horse neighed, and the momentum stopped.

"I'm not interested in knowing your name",

Under Ye Ran's palm, the horse became tame, and he stepped forward and stabbed the man's thigh with a shot.

Another scream rang out.

The faces of the mercenaries behind Andre changed drastically, Jorah of the Black Thorn Corps and Greg of the Hungry Wolf Corps are both first-class masters, although they are still a little worse than the commanders of the two major corps, but at least they are at the same level as Bato, and such two brave people can't even make a move under the hands of this young man.

Andre's face also changed, he didn't expect Ye Ran's strength to skyrocket to such a point, even if there were two corps behind him, they also felt that he was extremely dangerous.

Ye Ran turned his head and stared at Andoru with cold eyes.

Andoru naturally knew his thoughts, swallowed and foamed: "Old Ye, I will go back to Stormwater City tomorrow and hand over the letter of the Divine Envoy to Lord Tyrrell."

Turning his head, he glanced at the strong bald head holding the double knives on the side and said, "Bato, these bastards have hit our territory, don't you still do it?"

"Yes",

Barto waved his hand depressedly, and the mercenaries who could still stand pointed their fingers at Andre and the others.

Andre sat down and retreated quietly, but said with a grim smile on his face: "Your territory, it's easy to say, it's easy to say, I'll go",

Ye Ran sneered: "Go, will I let you go?",

As soon as the palm of his hand pressed Cleaver's spear, it flew out and stabbed André in the chest.

Andre smiled and shook his sleeves A small box fell in his hand, and then the wind sounded sharply, and a piece of silver came over, Ye Ran frowned and swept out, only to hear the sound of breaking the air in front of him and the sound of sharp objects entering the ground kept sounding.

When he landed on the ground, dozens of silver needles were inserted in front of him, and he touched his cheeks, and a trace of red appeared on his fingers.

Looking at Andre again, he had already retreated behind the mercenaries, and nearly a hundred mercenaries retreated in an orderly manner with torches.

Old fox, Ye Ran sneered, stepped forward and pulled out the big gun stuck in the ground, walked under the big tree in front of him, and walked in front of the troll.

It was a troll more than three meters tall, with dark green skin and a very strong body, even if it was chained by an iron chain as thick as a child's arm.

When Ye Ran approached, it kept roaring in its mouth, and its eyes were full of resistance.

Ye Ran didn't say anything, a shot stabbed on the chain, and the chain in his hand broke in response.

"Roar",

As soon as the chain was broken, the troll became ferocious, and slapped Ye Ran's head with a blatant palm.

It obviously hated the Terrans, and no matter what kind of Terran it was, it was just as hateful in its eyes.

Ye Ran raised his eyebrows, and a shot smashed on its wrist, the troll was in pain, but the ferocity was even worse, Ye Ran smashed down with two shots in succession, and the heavy force even the troll couldn't bear it, and he roared and retreated under the big tree.

Ye Ran smashed all the chains tied to its hands and feet with the flip of his palm, and waited for it to attack wildly.

But this time the troll didn't pounce again, as if aware of the difference in strength between them, the troll's big cloudy eyes stared at the Cleaver spear in his hand, and slowly knelt down in the surprised eyes of everyone, his huge body fell down, and his head was buried deep in the ground.

"Greve, Greve",

It muttered something in its mouth, and its head was raised and buried as if it were worshipping something.

"What does it say?",

Ye Ran asked.

Elf Mandy said, "Hmph, Greve, the king of troll language",

Ye Ran looked at the Cleaver spear in his hand and said, "King, your Cleaver King has been almost a hundred years old, and all that is left is this spear and a few deeds in his life. Since this gun is obtained by me, I am also destined for you, let's go, I can't give you anything else, but let you return to freedom",

"Mandy, give it my words",

Mandy reluctantly muttered, and the troll bowed to his gun twice more before getting up and following him out of the tent.

A group of mercenaries watched them away in amazement.

The Green Goblin Forest at night is particularly eerie and terrifying, with mottled shadows and eerie shadows, as if there are cold murderous intentions hidden everywhere, and it seems that at any time there will be fierce beasts jumping out of any corner to choose people to devour.

The mournful moonlight shines through the shadows of the trees on the ground, rendering the hues of the forest even colder.

The trolls and elves walked slowly behind Ye Ran, and then Ye Ran stopped.

"Further on is your territory, and I will send you here",

Ye Ran said.

The troll let out a low roar and leaned over his palms with his big hands, his massive head pressed against his head.

This is the action of a troll when he expresses his gratitude.

The arrogant elf also clasped his hands and said reluctantly: "Human, you are different from them, I will repay the favor if I have the opportunity, I will",

"Whoosh",

The sound of the wind breaking suddenly came, and an arrow of feathered arrows shot at Mandy in an instant.