Hail the King

"Strange, few people know about this lake, why are there so many people there?" Seeing that most of the lakeside in the distance had been occupied by people in advance, old Zola was a little embarrassed, and the recommended place to camp The land was occupied first, he was a bit miscalculated, this guide is not good.

"It's okay, let's go and have a look first!" Fei Fei looked at the fire in the distance, his heart moved slightly, and he smiled: "I think there are still some places by the lake. Although it is a bit crowded, it is enough for us to camp!"

However, at this moment——

Whoosh!

A white arrow with blood on its feathers suddenly shot out from the darkness in the distance, pierced into the ground at the foot of the eyes with a 'snap' sound, halfway into the ground, the tail feathers buzzed and trembled, and the blood scattered. , and following the roar of arrows, a stern and domineering shout came from a tree in the distance: "The blood knife mercenary group is here to handle garrison and work, if you don't want to die, get out as soon as possible!"

The blood-dropping white feathered arrows indicate that one step forward will kill without mercy.

This kind of warning method is common in the continent of Azeroth. The Chambord Expeditionary Army has used it in the territory of the Black Rock Country before. Although the other party's words are a bit arrogant, it is still in line with the rules. If there is really a mercenary group in the distance Dealing with some private matters, it is indeed unconventional for Fei and his party to rush over so recklessly.

However, after hearing the other party's self-registration number, Fei's expression changed immediately.

Not only Fei, the old Zola and Modric beside him even began to tremble uncontrollably.

They clenched their fists tightly, their eyes burning with rage.

Blood Knife Mercenary Group!

It turned out to be the blood knife mercenary group!

These simple five words represent a terrible nightmare to countless miners in Chambord City.

Because 10% of the Chambord miners were captured and sold to the mines of the Black Rock Country in the Lieyang Mountains by this mercenary group using various methods, both open and secret. Blood Knife is a fifth-level mercenary regiment. It has a good reputation in the Zenit Empire. There are many masters in the regiment. They have a bad reputation. They can accept any mercenary missions in order to make money. The slave hunting is this mercenary regiment's private money-making. One of the important methods of the empire, many weak fifth- and sixth-class dependent countries under the empire suffered greatly from it. However, because these old ruffians acted cunningly and cautiously and had a strict organization, they got the secret support of some imperial nobles behind them. They almost never leave any evidence or evidence, so even if they make trouble in the imperial capital, the law enforcement team of the Imperial Knights Hall will not have much to do with them.

It is worth mentioning that,

In the continent of Azeroth, mercenaries are a strange force.

In fact, changing to a word that is more familiar and familiar to Fei's past life memory can describe their interests and work more accurately-that is, mercenaries. They generally do not belong to any country, but they have penetrated into any part of the continent, accepting various entrustments from any individual and force, including participating in wars, and even some wars between empires, their appearance will appear. Silhouette, in terms of strength, although some powerful mercenary regiments do not have territories and titles, their force is comparable to that of an empire.

The Blood Knife Mercenary Group is one of the three top mercenary groups in the Zenit Empire.

Fei jumped off the back of the big black dog and rubbed its head. The beast understood what Fei meant, and carried the dazed Angela back to the middle of the team. Fei looked at a hundred-year-old giant tree in the distance, his eyes were like lightning, and in an instant he saw a cold, short and thin mercenary standing on a branch, wearing a dark black suit, with the collar and sleeves Embroidered with a scimitar pattern dripping with bright red drops of blood, he was grinning provocatively towards himself.

Fei smiled at him, showing a mouthful of white teeth.

Then he waved his hand, held the bloody white feather arrow on the ground, and snapped it into two pieces.

This action means——

Seeking revenge, never ending.

The face of the short and thin mercenary suddenly changed, especially after seeing the large group of people behind Fei, he was even more shocked, and he took out something similar to a horn with his backhand and was about to put it in his mouth to sound a warning...

However--

With a whoosh, a sharp arrow cut through the night sky soundlessly and shot into his just opened mouth...

Plop--!

The short and skinny mercenary didn't even let out a scream, so he was loaded down from the tree.

Whoosh whoosh—! !

At the same time, a series of arrows shot out from the bowstring of the blond boy Fernando Torres like beads. The speed of the sharp arrows was unbelievably fast, but there was no sound of howling through the air. Blood sprayed like a god of death. Like the ruthless tentacles, he shot to death several other secret sentries of the blood knife mercenary group who were about to issue a warning on the other trees.

One arrow takes one soul, and the arrow is merciless.

Fei smiled and gave the blond boy beside him an appreciative look. As expected of him, he developed him in the direction of a Sagittarius Gold Saint. Torres' talent and aura in archery are indeed rare.

"outflank!"

Fei made a gesture, and the wardens Oleg, Torres, and Petr Cech each led ten saints to quickly surround them in three directions. Fei led Old Zola and Modric alone, Youzai Youzai walked slowly towards the crowd of people in the distance.

...

By the lake, the night gradually deepened.

On the side of the stone forest by the lake, torches were crackling and sparking, and two groups of people were confronting each other coldly.

Among them, there was a group of about forty people who looked like a caravan. They were dressed in light armor, but they were well equipped. They were tightly surrounded in the middle. Each of the forty people had nervous expressions on their faces. Look, some have even left cold sweat. At the head stood an old man with a red nose and a black robe, and beside him stood a swordsman in white and a charming young woman in a long red dress who looked like a flame burning in the night. The three ornately decorated magic carriages are like facing an enemy.

On the outskirts were more than two hundred people, all wearing dark red outfits embroidered with the blood-dripping scimitar logo of the Blood Knife Mercenary Corps. The strong crossbow with a numb back was aimed at the center of the field, and the cold crossbow could definitely pierce through the armor of a heavy knight, just like the grinning grin of death, harvesting life at will. And standing at the front were four leaders wearing crimson light armor, a huge man with a one-eyed dragon wearing a black leather eye mask, a middle-aged man with a thick face and a seemingly loyal face, and a man with a dark and prey-like expression who kept moving towards the opposite side. A white and thin young man glanced at the young woman in red, and a beautiful girl of about eighteen years old.

The atmosphere between the two parties is clearly not friendly.

Because there have been more than 20 corpses fallen in the field, most of them died from the crossbow, obviously they were surrounded by people on the disadvantaged side.

"Blood Knife Mercenaries?" The red-nosed, black-robed old man held a magic wand in his hand, his face was so gloomy that it was almost dripping, he growled fiercely: "You Blood Knife Mercenaries are really crazy, a little The fifth-level mercenary group, if you dare to attack my Soros business group, you are not afraid that Soros will be the first to be enraged and razed your blood knife mercenary group to the ground?"

"Haha, what you said is indeed correct. Dear Director Redknapp, the Soros Merchant Group is indeed rich and powerful. In normal times, even ten blood knife mercenary groups would not dare to act presumptuously. However, who told you to I thought I was smart and thought I could cross the sea and take the short-cut of the Lieyang Mountains with that batch of goods, but our brothers happened to know about it. Ha ha, isn’t this God’s will? If you kill all of you, President Soros will not know all this, so what? They will attack my blood knife mercenary group!"

The one-eyed giant leader of the blood knife mercenary group smiled and was unmoved.

This guy is full of flesh, seemingly rough and reckless, giving the first image of a muscular and simple mind, but he speaks very clearly, and it hits the fighting spirit of the survivors of the Soros caravan little by little. Fei heard this conversation from a long distance away, rubbed his chin, and immediately knew that this guy was obviously a character with both roughness and finesse, and he was definitely the kind of natural character who pretended to be a pig and eat a tiger.

"How on earth did you know the news?" Redknapp, the old man in black robe, held his staff tightly and asked unwillingly.

"You can ask Death yourself about this matter!" The bald giant man was afraid that the night would be full of dreams, so he didn't want to say more. He was about to order the crossbowmen to shoot and kill, when his face suddenly changed, as if he had heard something, he suddenly turned and looked into the distance. go.

This action caused everyone on both sides to be stunned. They followed the sight of the bald giant, but found that they didn't know what was appropriate. In the distance, there was a young man in black clothes and light armor walking leisurely as if walking, with a cool and unrestrained expression. The young man followed behind him, an old man and a young man, the old man was gray-haired, and the young man was as thin as a bamboo pole. They all looked malnourished, as if a gust of mountain wind could blow them away.

When they got closer, everyone could see it more clearly.

The boy in black had black hair flying like a waterfall, and he was unparalleled in heroism. There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes swept the blood knife mercenary group members unabashedly, as if he was looking at Zai's pigs and dogs. The old man and the young man behind him looked a little nervous, but looking at the eyes of the blood knife mercenary group, they seemed to have four sharp truths, wishing to gouge out the other party's heart at once.

"who?"

Something abnormal is a demon, unknowingly let the other party enter within a hundred meters range, but the secret sentry scouts arranged outside did not issue the slightest warning, it is obvious that the ominous situation is already too bad, thinking of this, the bald giant man's pupils slightly Shrinking, became vigilant.

"Passing by..."

Fei Fei answered casually.

Immediately, he almost burst out laughing, and realized that his answer had a special funny meaning in the network of his previous life. It took him a long time to hold back his laughter, and said solemnly: "Suddenly I saw some acquaintances, and they came over to collect debts." ... Well, first charge some interest!"

Fei's body didn't have the slightest fluctuating vindictiveness, and there was no surge of magical elements, as if he was a weak boy without any force, while the old Zola and Modric who followed behind him were even more frivolous and unstable. You can tell at a glance that they are not experts.

However, it was the performance of the three of them who supported the situation like this, which made the giant bald man a little unpredictable, but anyone who was a bit smart was more suspicious, and he belonged to this type of person.

Out of prudence, the one-eyed bald-headed giant didn't explode immediately, but calmly suggested to the three assistants around him to direct the other mercenaries to surround the Soros caravan closely to prevent anyone from escaping. Then he asked calmly. : "Oh? Debt? What kind of debt?"

"Life debt!" Fei touched his chin with a half-smile.

"Who are you asking for?" The bald giant man's face changed when he heard the words, and he had already thought of something.

"Blood—knife—mercenary—soldier—regiment—!!!" Fei replied word by word. At this time, his face had completely turned cold, and his gaze was like a knife, scraping on the bald Cyclops. The momentum on Han's face was not explosive, but for a moment, the master of the blood knife mercenary group had the illusion that he didn't dare to look at each other.

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Second update.

Starting tomorrow, I will try to keep the third watch. (83 Chinese website)