Knock knock knock. When Ouyang Dao sighed, there were two footprints outside the manor, one walking in unison, and the other was messy. Ouyang Dao listened, the wind of his knife whistling in the air intermittently, and Ouyang Dao's gaze focused on the most common weapon in the underworld, the sound of a long and cheap knife slashing through the air. The owner of orderly footsteps is slowly pushing open the door to Smith's mansion. "I've heard a lot about you, shoot it"

A middle-aged man in a black shirt came in from the outside, with a terrible scar on the left side of his face, and his short red hair reflected dark red blood in the moonlight. Behind the middle-aged man stood a group of five short and stocky men, who stood in the courtyard of the manor, in a standard shape, with expressionless faces and serious expressions. While the composition and behavior of the other side suggests that this is a group of members of society, strict discipline and uniform pace, the people are in awe, as if facing an army.

Ouyang Dao crossed the middle-aged man who was supposed to be the leader, counting the number of strong people behind him, Smith got up from his chair and looked at the middle-aged man seriously. "Soldier, Isis" the middle-aged man smiled.

"Soldier, Isis" Is that person famous? Ouyang Dao looked at Vivian suspiciously, and Vivian whispered in his ear, this is the leader of one of the three major societies in the business district, the Dead Lion Society, an elite senior warrior, Ouyang Dao of the Isis Dead Lion Association has heard of this name, and on the first day of his patrol, he was introduced to several untouchable societies, which are feared by the guilds because of their strength and background, and hunters rarely need to pay attention to these.

The Dead Lions are said to be an underground organization made up of the remnants of a defeated army, whose names are unknown, but they are popular in the noble council of the Lion City, which is known for its tough treatment of large numbers of veterans. "What does it mean that the leaders of today's rally came to Smith?" Smith asked, his hands clenched tightly on the table as he heard screams coming from the hall, and Smith heard a lot of voices coming from his guards.

"Nothing, just a business offer" tone, attitude, does not feel like a business offer. Ouyang Dao glanced at the dead soldiers. The strong men in the courtyard all looked at him angrily. Ouyang Dao wiped his mouth, not caring about the others. The soldier ignored Ouyang Dao, a middle-aged man with a scarred face, staring at Smith with a bitter expression, "The Lions Club seeks to transform, and partnering with the Smith Group will be our first step towards prosperity." ”

"It looks like you're not here to talk about collaboration," Smith said, his eyes twitching with anger. "The Alliance's procedure doesn't matter, as long as it's what we all want" he looked angrily at the dead soldier and lowered his voice.

The Smith group is doing well, and it doesn't need allies! The soldier snorted, and the two bloodied men were pushed out one by one by his men, and Smith recognized them as the stewards and the captain of the guard, who were in charge of the manor.

The butler and the captain of the guard were left behind, and the members of the society, covered in blood, gathered around the phalanx, forming a circle around the main house. When Smith's students flinched, the men with the long knives were able-bodied adults, and although their bodies and discipline were not enough to match, the dead soldiers themselves led the phalanx, but they were deadly criminals. Vivian and Ouyang Dao 'trembled' as they watched from the sidelines, and the dead soldiers glanced at them randomly, not paying much attention. We're almost there. See what we have.

Ouyang Dao, who was hiding behind Smith, shone his eyes with blue light, and system tests showed that the new members of this group were all ordinary people, only slightly stronger. But standing behind the dead soldiers, the strong men in the army were different, Ouyang Dao randomly glanced at the sixfold spirit, and looked at a neat "Ranking: Beginner" on the system panel, Ouyang Dao smiled and smiled happily.

As far as the current range of blood transformation ability is concerned, it is the best plan to improve beginners to professionals, professionals have been able to form a certain combat effectiveness, and reaching the first level of beginners is not a strict condition. Just when Ouyang Dao was rejoicing in his upcoming strength, the situation on the battlefield had become grim, and those bloody people who were driven away by the dead soldiers were obviously a warning to Smith that if they raided Smith's manor at night, they would not stop until they reached their goal.

Gradually, the shouting died down, the corners of Smith's eyes twitched, his fists clenched, silence meant only one thing, and his guards were once again eliminated.

He was surrounded by another group of bloodied members of society, the first wave and the first brawny men had just arrived, nearly 300 hard-working outlaws surrounded him, and his well-paid escort became the death of the enemy by the sword. Boom, boom, three struggling men were escorted over, their third-level armor indicating that they were survivors of the manor guards.

He threw three guards to the ground, and a middle-aged man who looked like a small leader reported forward. "First of all, all the armed forces were eliminated. Seven of us died, two were seriously wounded, and three captured guards were captured "Yes, I understand. The pension of the dead brother was tripled, the seriously wounded were taken to the hospital, the dead soldier turned his gaze to the three guards, and on Smith's ugly face, the dead soldier waved to a strong man behind him.

"Carlo, these three people are your opponents, let them see your superb axe skills" Wen Yan, a large man with a giant axe, walked out of the square, the blade of the axe was behind the curved crescent on the other side, and the dark blue metal blade was covered with rust. "This is the most skilled executioner in our society," the soldier said calmly, "rest assured that the person who shoots will not die in pain." "As the Greataxe warriors drew closer, the eyes of the dead soldiers filled with more and more intense colors of abuse.

He's waiting for Smith to surrender, for that desperate businessman to give him a large sum of money, and even for the Smith Group, the hen that lays the golden eggs. As the executioner's footsteps drew nearer, the shouts of the three guards rang out, and the blacksmith slowly closed his eyes, a movement that wrinkled the soldier's forehead. Or don't give up... The dead soldier was ruthless in his heart, and he had already raised the big axe of the strong man and waved his hand gently.

"Let's do it! Wait" Ouyang Dao, who was watching the play, stood up, closed his eyes tightly, and Smith, whose face was blue, breathed a sigh of relief, and reverently retreated behind Ouyang Dao, his sullen expression suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. The soldier looked at Ouyang Dao seriously, Ouyang Dao thought that this young man was Smith's nephew, and it seemed that he was a taciturn young man. Ouyang Dao's deerskin clothes caught their attention, and the dead soldier looked at them twice to make sure that Ouyang Dao's clothes were made of alien animals. A young master of an aristocratic family?

The self-made Smith Group has his own strength The soldiers think that Ouyang Dao brings about the changes, he can bully anyone, he wants to have no supporters, but as long as the Dead Lion Society wants to flourish in the Lion City, the nobility of the Blacksmith Group is within his reach.

If it had been more than ten years ago, I would not have cared at all about this noble young man who died in the soldier sighing in his heart. The social development of the dead lion has reached a bottleneck. If we can't find a breakthrough, the Lion of Death will always be just a small club in the city. Dozens of seconds had passed since he spoke, and Ouyang Dao had thought that the soldier would answer. Instead, he stepped into the unknown.

"Ahem" Ouyang Dao coughed a few times and wanted to speak, but found that he had nothing to say. Smith sacrificed the guards to complete the delay, the earth dragon was already fenced around the manor, and the more than 300 people in the manor had become turtles in the urn, and only needed to guard the other side of the fence. What do you call it, sir, and since the Smith Group is your power, I won't talk to you. Seven of my men were killed today. Is there a price? ”

"No, I don't know" The soldier frowned, so confident, on the other side was one of the eight nobles? Young Master, I hope you can think about it. Dead Lion Society, although it is not a powerful force, is not something that you can easily ignore "No, you are scum" The dead warrior's face was heavy, and nearly a hundred strong men behind him showed their momentum, and the prestige of these professionals twisted together, and everyone seemed to have come to the battlefield where the two armies were handed over, smelling the spicy smell of blood.

"I want you to reconsider. We don't want much. 100,000 gold coins. Today, nothing happened "No, not a single gold coin" Ouyang Dao's repeated denials made the outlaws furious, the sound of the blade came one after another, and the soldier looked at Ouyang Dao sullenly, trying to control his anger, and asked one last question. "I don't know what your last name is, so I can send someone to inform you tomorrow"

The meaning of the dead soldier's words was already obvious, and the outlaw behind him laughed heartily, ready to watch the aristocratic boy panic and pee in fright. Ouyang Dao yawned boredly, sat down again, ignored the threat of the dead warrior, and directly asked him the question he wanted to know the most: "This is a master of strong protection, how do you have the courage to attack Smith Manor?"

"Hahaha", the dead soldier fell from the sky, a magic burst out from his body, and the strong soldiers behind him walked forward together, their momentum blended together, a strange change, a shadow like a lion flashed from the sky and entered the back of the dead soldier. After receiving the shadow of the lion, the momentum of the dead soldiers, having reached the upper echelons of the elite, has risen again. His breath made everyone shudder, like a herbivore meeting a predator, and the two classes were no longer on the same level. "The military soul is at the level of a master, this kind of pseudo-master-level power is at the bottom of the master-level, and it may disappear at any time due to external factors" Vivien's explanation made the excited dead warrior look angry, and by this time he had grown long brown hair, his close-fitting black shirt was torn by bulging muscles, and his almost naked body was exposed to the moonlight without any scruples.

I'm a master, kid, don't think of Vivian as your backing, don't say she's not there, even if she is not my opponent Ouyang Dao chuckled when he heard this, Wei An's eyes beside him showed a murderous aura, and before the dead soldier could realize it, four thick tentacles had pierced his limbs.

"First of all, sir, to introduce to you, this is my wife, the strong Vivian master" Smith smiled on the side of the introduction, Vivian's resurrection was slightly different from his original appearance, he was wearing a mask all the time.

"What! The stunned soldier struggled for a moment, but whispered, "That person clearly said that Vivien had been transferred, how could he be here?" Ouyang Dao frowned when he heard this, at this time, the dead soldiers behind the strong army had already rushed up, looking at the fearless death of the other party, Ouyang Dao retreated and gave up the words of the dead soldiers. The dead soldier woke up and struggled frantically. The strong man behind him attacked the four tentacles. Blades, flames, lightning, and ice collide together. But the damage to the Tentacle Master is minimal.

Seeing that these beginners were powerless, the trapped soldiers quickly issued an order, in addition to leaving the Blade team as a defense, the Flame Team, the Ice Team, and the Lightning Team fought together against Ouyang Dao, because the other party had the master-level Vivian, and the only way to win was to control the young nobleman and turn him into a mouse. Twenty soldiers lined up in a unified line, from breathing, gestures, runes to the final spell, all of these movements were like one person, all these movements unfolded, twisted together by an unknown force, twenty pros almost elite style. The art of fighting in the army...

Seeing this meaningless and extraordinary scene, Ouyang Dao's fear of power became stronger and stronger, spreading and developing for thousands of years, even if a beginner had a way to defeat the legend, Ouyang Dao was not surprised. Unfortunately, the Lion Army encountered Ouyang Dao, who was lurking in the idea of an underground dragon, a tall stone wall, capable of reaching the power of the three series of spells above, with only a small crater.

At this time, the dead soldier was still breaking free of his tentacles, and as soon as his pupils contracted, he shouted loudly to the charging community members, and a deafening retreat sounded throughout the manor, and the faces of those who were still charging were dazed, and I couldn't understand why the order to flee was suddenly issued.

Did you feel it? Too late. Ouyang Dao, who was hiding behind Vivian, smiled and silently ordered the dragon to lie on the ground. "Started planning to catch fish in jars. Launch formations. Sea of Death