All-Professional Master of Darkness

"well said."

Hurtado grinned ferociously, showing his big white teeth, and slapped Will hard on the head. To a savage, this rough approach is the right compliment.

This slap is quite powerful. Will's face turned pale, and his face twitched unconsciously a few times. Being slapped by one of Hurtado's best savages is akin to being hit with a piledriver.

When Siseldin saw that Will, who was always known for being weak, dared to challenge him in public, his face turned livid. He raised his hand and tapped Will hard, then raised his thumb and pointed down.

Guerrela's expression suddenly changed slightly when she saw Siseldin's actions. This is an open declaration of war among the barbarians. Among the savages, making this gesture means fighting to the death, and only the victor survives.

"Uta, we must put aside our grudges." Guerrela took a deep look at Siseldin, and then turned her gaze to Uta aside. Although five barbarian elders were present, he knew that with Hardinson around, no one would pursue Siselding's behavior.

"I understand." Uta flashed his bald head covered with tattoos, stuck out his tongue and licked his thick lips, and said with a cruel smile: "I will join you. But I want at least three bottles of comprehensive vitality rejuvenation potion."

"No problem." Guerrera smiled lightly.

To ensure that Will comes back alive, he and Hurtado will each receive nine bottles of comprehensive vitality rejuvenation potion. Even if you give Uta three bottles, the price is basically nothing to get such a powerful boost. As for why Uta knew that he had a comprehensive rejuvenation potion, that was too simple. I'm afraid the entire Harrogath knows that he is about to get at least three bottles of precious comprehensive vitality rejuvenation potions.

"Let that half-breed bastard go to hell." Hurtado was very self-aware and knew that Uta came at the right time. Compared to letting Siseldin kill Will, the little conflict between the two parties can be ignored.

"Let's go." Guerrera took a deep look at Siselding again, turned around and left first. It has become a fact that foreigners participate in the traditional barbarian activities of Utama. It is meaningless to stay here any longer. It is better to set off early, let Will adapt to high-intensity fighting as soon as possible, and then rush to the second floor of the World Stone Fortress to fight for the first time. Take luck. The Blade of the Bone Crusher was lucky enough to explode there after killing a little demon lord.

Weiss and four others followed closely behind. The five of them have been playing together since childhood, and they have cooperated quite well. Coupled with a full set of dark gold equipment, the five of them are the most suitable candidates to open the way.

As soon as Guerrera and the other five moved, Hurtado and Uta looked at each other, and immediately reached a tacit understanding in the collision of eyes. Uta immediately withdrew his gaze, and with a big move, he called his seven team members, surrounded Will in the center, and chased the five Guerrera people.

It wasn't until the two teams were about ten meters away that Hurtado turned to Siseldin, grinned and made a gesture of wiping his throat. You do the first grade of junior high school, and I do the fifteenth grade. With the precedent of Siseldin, he believed that Elder Hardinson could not use this to intimidate him.

"These stupid idiots." Siseldin's face became even more ugly, and he watched Hurtado lead the team as the rear team, Shi Shiran, chasing the two teams in front.

He is very confident. Looking at the entire Harrogas, his team can be said to be a strong team built by his father Hardinson and his mother. Not only does it have a strength that is not inferior to these three teams, but its professional combination and combination of distance and distance are countless times better than these three teams.

Being intimidated by Hurtado in public, Siseldin immediately wanted to lead his team to attack. Unfortunately, those barbarians who insisted on tradition delayed leaving intentionally or unintentionally, forming a thick human wall firmly blocking his way.

Hardinson saw his son's arrogance completely. Then his face became very ugly. Without those unnecessary threats, the plan would have been implemented long ago. But now it seems that those barbarians who insist on tradition seem to have made up their mind to buy more time for those three teams.

"Let's go." Siseldin looked gloomy as he led the team to bypass these obstructive bulls. No matter which direction he chooses, the wall of people in front of him will always be airtight. After struggling for nearly an hour, he still couldn't get rid of these guys.

"Elder, they want to kill us here." Someone in the crowd shouted. The villain complained first, pushing Siseldin to the forefront. If a fight breaks out in Harrogath, it will cause riots throughout Harrogath. After all, no one wants to stay in a city where life may be at risk at any time. Even if Hardinson had great power, he would not dare to take this risk. The manpower he recruited was less than one ten thousandth of all the professionals in Harrogas. Not on the same level at all.

"It's you who are pestering me." As expected, Siseldin couldn't bear the agitation. He picked up the giant ax with one hand and pointed it at the wall in front of him fiercely. As for who shouted so loudly just now, how could he possibly know.

"That's enough." Hardinson saw that his son had lost his composure due to being provoked. He suddenly shouted and glanced at him with a stern look: "Whoever dares to cause trouble in Harrogas should keep his head here."

"The elder is wise." The voice just now shouted in a sinister voice again, causing the people around to cover their mouths and snicker. Everyone can see that Siseldin was deliberately targeted. But no one said anything.

Except for Will, probably no one who can hang out in Harrogas is that innocent. For most people, checks and balances between the various major forces are an important factor in ensuring the stability of Harrogath. No one wants to see the Hardinson family take control of Harrogath.

"Who has the guts to stand up?" Siseldin was so angry that he couldn't keep calm.

"I am human, pure." The voice shouted from the crowd again in a sinister tone.

This time no one could hold it back any longer, they all laughed and cast their playful eyes on Siselding unbridled. Everyone knows that although Siseldin has acquired the heritage of a barbarian, he is indeed not a pure barbarian. His mother is a powerful human mage.

Hardinson's face suddenly turned so dark that he was almost dripping with water. Promoting intermarriage between foreign races was an action he had been committed to. He believes that this can maximize the number of professionals. But Hun Dan, who was hiding in the crowd, openly ridiculed him, which clearly did not give him face as a barbarian elder. But he didn't dare to act rashly.

The barbarian clan naturally has a large number of barbarians who oppose it. The Amazons from the seaport of Kurast were equally opposed in Harojasri. Not to mention the Druids and Necromancers, and even the Turha clan, which had always ignored such trivial matters, the ancient clan that first appeared in the profession of assassin, also had a lot of opposition. He didn't want to cause dissatisfaction among these oldest races.

"Anyone who did not leave in the last half hour will be deemed to have given up." Hardinson suppressed the anger in his heart, threw away the ultimatum, and turned around and left with Qualkek and the other four elders.

At this time, Lan Wu, who was hiding in the crowd and successfully aroused Siseldin's anger, flashed a cold look in his eyes, and then teleported out without leaving a trace.