General Calaf's bad face had several meanings.

One is because he actually had a fight with his own people, which is really a big oolong.

The second is that he hasn't won the battle yet, which is a shame!

The third is that there is nowhere to vent his disdain from the heart, and General Calaf angrily reprimanded: "The Blood Fury Clan has really disgraced us, and it is so angry to be mixed with a group of human pariahs!" ”

Hearing General Calaf's whisper, Vermeer said, "General, don't have a conflict with that big man when we meet later, otherwise it will be difficult for me to guarantee your safety." ”

"What do you mean by that? Who dares to call a big man in front of you and me? ”

General Calaf asked.

Vermeer said, "Don't talk like that...... That big man had slashed the head of Gangaro Tuku before, and reorganized the Gangaro clan's legions! ”

General Calaf was stunned when he heard this: "You mean that the army of the Gangaro clan that went south was wiped out?" Gallery: That mad dog died? ”

"That's right!"

Vermeer said, "Gangero. The gallery has been awarded! ”

"How is this possible?" General Calaf couldn't believe his ears!

"Gallery: Who can kill to death? The Bloodfury Clan was nothing more than a side branch of Cappadocia, how could they possibly do that? ”

General Calaf asked.

Vermeer sighed and said, "Don't say it's you, even I don't believe my eyes...... If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it! His Excellency Don Quixote was really too strong, he could kill Gangaro on his own. Gallery, just rushing to this point, his strength can be imagined. ”

Vermeer deliberately said Song Ziyu very strongly, just because Vermeer was also Song Ziyu's prisoner.

Raising Song Ziyu higher is also an act of gaining face for Vermeer himself.

"Humph!"

Calaf's face changed slightly, and then he said lightly: "Don't care who it is, if you beat my Southern Army like this, I also want an explanation!" ”

Vermeer smiled and said, "I advise you not to provoke that big man, General Calaf, I don't think your personal strength is enough to fight with Gangero. Gallery head-to-head! ”

"You ......"

General Calaf was speechless: "Your Highness, I don't like to hear what you say!" You have to say this, this Don Quixote, I must know for a while. ”

……

At the seaside port, the two sides came to a very formal meeting.

In a small open space outside the city, the generals of the two armies talked face to face.

"Your Excellency is Don Quixote?"

General Calaf looked at Song Ziyu with a look of scrutiny on his face.

"Do you have anything to advise?" A smile appeared on Song Ziyu's face.

The thin zombie in front of him couldn't tell that he was actually the commander of the Southern Legion, which made Song Ziyu couldn't help but take a few more looks.

You must know that the so-called Southern Legion is composed of elite soldiers drawn from the major clans in order to coordinate the battle, and it belongs to the Thorn Head Concentration Camp.

If you want to dominate such a team, ordinary people can't do it at all.

So this unsightly guy in front of him turned out to be the head of the Southern Army?

"Boy, when did the Blood Fury Clan have a number one person like you? How did I not know? ”

Calaf relied on the old and sold the old, making him look like a pretty big guy, which made people feel uncomfortable when they looked at it.

"How do you speak? If you can't speak, I can teach you. ”

Song Ziyu took out his nail clippers and began to trim his nails.

This behavior, in the eyes of the zombies, is tantamount to alienation and provocation.

You know, powerful zombies rely on their own fangs and sharp teeth, and this guy in front of him actually cut his nails in front of him, who does he look down on?

"Boy, I heard that you are very good at fighting, and even the gallery died at your hands, is that so?" General Calaf asked.

"It's a small thing, it's not worth mentioning."

Song Ziyu still looked calm and light, as if nothing was worth mentioning.

But it was this light and breezy appearance that made General Calaf angry.

"Your Excellency is so powerful? Looks like I'm going to have to ask you for advice. ”

Calaf said, "I, the Marquis of the Lesenson Clan, the canonized Southern Legion General of the Templars! ”

"So what?"

Song Ziyu said: "What do you want to express?" ”

Calaf roared in a low voice, "I want to tell you! What a noble birth I have, and you, you are only a remote side of Cappadocia, what are you? In front of the bloodline, you are worthless! ”

Song Ziyu smiled faintly and said, "Bloodline? Kind of bullshit! In the face of absolute strength, the bloodline is a floating cloud! ”

"Okay, let me see your absolute strength!"

Calaf said viciously.

Under this mutual ridicule, Calaf completely forgot Vermeer's instructions.

In fact, as a creature who had been killing all his life, Calaf was unlikely to follow any well-intentioned advice.

Calaf didn't know to turn back until he hit the south wall.

"Look at my sheer strength? It's not without problems, but what do you want to think about it? ”

Song Ziyu finished cutting his fingernails, and then picked up another cigarette, his expression was so exaggerated that he didn't take this zombie seriously at all.

"What do you think? Of course I see it that way! ”

Calaf made a brazen shot, and the corpse claws grabbed Song Ziyu's chest.

Boy!

The means of this product are the same as those of the gallery.

Song Ziyu was a little annoyed!

The distance between the two sides is very close, and when it comes to hands, these guys are indescribably savage.

Dealing with such a wild thing, Song Ziyu decided to teach a lesson, so that this thing would know that the iron pot is made of iron!

Present!

Song Ziyu swung one arm horizontally and made a huge pendulum!

This kind of action is the pinnacle of martial arts.

The powerful force carried the energy of the space and slammed into Calaf's arm, directly knocking the claws that Calaf grabbed crooked!

However!

And that's just the beginning!

The counterattack has just begun!

The next second after Song Ziyu swept away General Calaf's attack, his left hand smashed on Calaf's shoulder like a hammer.

Boy!

General Rao is a veteran of a hundred battles, and he has never encountered this style of fighting.

Is this fucking like a shot put or a discus?

Before General Calaf could react, Calaf felt that he was a head shorter, and he couldn't even straighten his neck.

It is true that the body of the zombie is very powerful, but as Song Ziyu said, in the face of absolute strength, everything is a floating cloud.

The body is good and there is a fart.

This punch fell, even though General Calaf didn't know the pain, but the bones on his body were smashed several times, and the person was rammed into the soil, which can be regarded as half-buried.

"How? Still fighting? ”

Song Ziyu pressed his fist against Calaf's head, and then asked lightly.

Some people died, but not completely......