Hero’s Creed

The foremen did not hide their aversion and killing intentions to Downton, because they were unnecessary. M.

The Dagger Mine is a closed area, surrounded by dozens of outposts and hundreds of guards. Without the order of the principal Dofenk, no one is allowed to go out in private. Once found, he will be hanged immediately.

From Downton's standpoint, there is no room for hiding and maneuvering. If you want to die, you must rely on a pair of fists to kill a dawn.

The foremen grinned, hoping that someone would report, telling Downton that he had gathered more than twenty magicians to find him in trouble.

Watching the struggle and panic before the prey is dying is also a treat for the foremen.

"Great foreman, call our people too?" A close friend lowered his voice and quietly suggested, "It's safer for everyone to stay together."

Downton swept the faces of the young miners sitting next to him, and smiled, "It's not necessary, you can protect yourself. As many magicians come tonight as I can kill."

Listening to Downton's domineering manifesto, the miners felt that the timidity in their hearts had dissipated a lot, and the blood was on their heads.

"You take the people in ambush, and once they retreat, they will kill and completely defeat them." Downton ate the last bite of rice and got up and left.

"After tonight, the entire dagger mine will be under my control!"

All the miners nearby heard this, looked at Dunton’s back in amazement, and whispered that he was crazy. The power of the foreman was not a paper. This kid was absolutely dead, but soon , They began to admire Downton's courage.

Ordinary people don't talk about getting into a group of big foremen, even if they get into one, they will be scared all the time.

"Why not let those miners help?"

In the dormitory, after hearing Downton talk about what happened in the evening, Homer asked.

"No matter how many ordinary people come to meet the magician, it's also a blank match." Downton sat on the bed and wiped the torn dragon teeth with a woolen cloth. "You don't think I fight alone, and I won a record of a hundred people, Isn’t it more deterrent?"

Homer had intended to call Ceres to help, but looking at Downton's calm, confident face, he did not project this sentence after all.

As the sun went down, the spar streetlights didn't light up for a moment, and a large group of miners holding iron braces and pickaxes began to gush out in front of Building 3.

The miners in the dormitory were uneasy. When they saw the crowded crowd and reached nearly ten thousand people, they finally scared and ran out tremblingly, but they were all stopped at the stairs.

"Go back." A man with scars on his face scolded, standing in the hall, waving his shirt, and slapped when he saw someone.

No one dared to resist, not even a complaint, because the man's body had two soul shields rotating around it, representing his identity as a magical person.

Building No. 3 was overcrowded, but there were miners coming. This was the order of the foreman. In addition to showing Downton’s own power and exerting mental pressure, he also demonstrated to ordinary miners to let them understand the resistance. Great foreman, what will be the end.

"Are we still going out?" Downton cronies hiding in a building looked at the overwhelming crowd, shrunk, and everyone was spitting and drowned them.

"Look at the situation!" Even if there are a few faithful cronies, in front of the general situation, it is as weak as a straw. If they stand up and call, the "companion" next to them will fight back immediately. Pick them up and send them to the foreman to pray for forgiveness.

"Tonight, it will be a night of killing."

Standing in front of the blinds, looking at the overcast sky, Dofink sighed. He didn't expect the foreman's revenge to come so fast.

According to the past situation, they would not be so laborious to move the crowd. The current situation only shows one possibility, that is, Doshaf is secretly commanding them and giving himself a Mawei.

"Otherwise, let's give up the position of principal." The middle-aged wife looked at the crowd of black people and shivered.

"You mean let me get rid of it?" Dolfink suddenly angered, slap on the cheek of his wife, yelled, "Never, even if it is dead, I will die in the mine."

The wife sobbed.

"I have no choice, go back now, even if the Duke and the young master don't bother me, the people of the Black Flame Church will not let me go!" Dofink's mouth twitched, and the thought of those people could not deal with it. He shuddered at the cruel means of the loser of the mission.

"Is there really no way?" his wife murmured.

"If the young guy named Downton survives this level, I will give him the position of supervisor." In fact, Dofink didn't have much expectations in his heart. In the face of this level of lineup, he thought what he thought Downton is dead.

A dozen foremen, surrounded by 36 magicians, walked to the third building. Wherever they went, the miners evaded and gave way.

The foremen enjoyed this majestic scene very much, raising their heads one by one without looking at anyone.

"They're here!" The magic code floated in the window and glanced outside the building. "More than ten thousand people, the momentum is not small!"

"What's the use of a lot of people? If you defeat those magical powers, they won't attack themselves."

Downton put on the ‘Hundred Warriors’ leather armor, sorted out the potions, packed them into potions, and didn’t even look at the enemy.

"It seems that the position of the mine principal is not stable enough, so you can rest assured that the killing is special." Homer reminded, "Do not have any concerns."

"Ok!"

Downton got up, moved a chair and placed it in the corridor.

Any person with power is absolutely not allowed to act beyond his authority, not to mention that they have gathered so many miners. Who dares to guarantee that these people will not target the master in the future?

Downton and Homer even thought with their knees, knowing that Dofenk was eager to blow up these big foremen himself at this time, giving him the opportunity to eliminate dissidents and set up cronies.

"Go in, go in!"

Seeing the great foremen walking into the dormitory building with a team of more than 500 people, the good miners shouted and whistled.

Kill Downton! Kill Downton! Kill Downton!

Under the leadership of cronies, the sound of cruising Downton grew louder, and finally merged into a torrent, echoing over the dagger mine, dispersing countless home birds.

Those miners who had nothing to do with the lively miners saw this situation and were shocked with pale faces, swearing that they would never dare to disobey the orders of the foremen again.

"Don't kill us, no matter what our business is, Downton is on the third floor, you go find him!" The miners in the dormitory who failed to escape locked the door of the room, and pulled the bed table against the ground, fearing that they would be hurt. Suffering from pond fish.

They cannot be not afraid.

The men brought by the foremen are elite. In addition to the magicians, there are also the most capable thugs under their hands. Each sturdy body is strong. At first glance, it is a macho. Their weapon is a sharp knife of water, reflecting the crystal. The dim light of the stone street lamp was murderous.

Tens of thousands of eyes were gathered at the window on the third floor, and the miners understood that, after five minutes, the body of Downton would be dragged out like a dead dog and hung on a wooden stand to show the public.

The footsteps were messy, and the foreman and his party set foot on the third floor and saw Downton sitting in the corridor, looking at a book, just like the usual after-dinner leisure, he was stunned.

"Why don't you run?" Many classes stunned and asked subconsciously to blurt out.

"Why should I run?" Downton closed the book and stood up.

Uh, not only are there multiple classes, but the other foremen are also slurred, glancing around, this still needs explanation? Your own lineup, enough to kill you hundreds of times?

The atmosphere in the corridor was a little quiet and embarrassing for a while, which was entirely because the foremen did not see Downton as expected, as if a poor mourning dog ran away or knelt down to beg for mercy.

"Bah, is your brain broken?" The scar magician spit out a thick sputum and snarled at Downton. "I look down on us, everyone, and tear him."

"Now I want to escape, it's too late!" Downton shrugged indifferently. Downton loosened the magic code and opened his arms. "Homer, armor!"

"Haha, what did you say? Let's run away?" Multi-class sneered, wanting to hit Downton hard, but the next second, his tongue was knotted and he looked at the magic book in shock.

The Grimoire did not fall to the ground, but floated beside Downton.

By the way, the bronze war space gate opened behind Downton. Six element arms grabbed the armored parts of the "Hundred Warriors" and stretched out to wear armor for Downton.

In just five seconds, Downton put on armor, and the heavy armor made him look like a black iron can.

The Titan statue with a flesh on his chest oozed out the power of a troll and poured into Downton's body, which made him feel a bit heavy.

"It's actually a space for war!" The wise people called out, and everyone's eyes became greedy.

The temporary alliance of the foremen has become loose at this moment~www.wuxiaspot.com~, this kind of magic equipment is at least the perfect level, who doesn't want it? From their point of view, Downton will definitely die. What they want to fear is these guys beside them. After all, everyone is usually an opponent.

Downton did this deliberately, anyway, in the morning fog town, has already shown the space for war, it is better to come again and disturb their camp.

"Kill him, and discuss the distribution of loot!" Many classes shouted and waved their knives ready to pounce.

The magicians couldn't wait to get started, but as the two bronze doors of the war space unfolded, they stopped again.

Headed by Jackson, the ghoul demons stepped out of the light door and stood behind Downton. The steel army boots hit a dull sound on the floor.

"Heavy infantry?"

More than one hundred people in the corridor were completely dumbfounded, and immediately felt a cold rush from the bottom of their feet*

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