Lord of War

Without taking the nearly twenty mercenaries into consideration, Sean's words naturally caused great anger from everyone.

Their strength is really not very good. In the eyes of some real big men, they may not even be qualified to be chess pieces, but they also survived countless fights. Well, mercenaries, they lived a life of licking blood, but it didn't mean that they were fools or idiots. If it was someone whose strength was steadily better than them, how could these mercenaries feel humiliated? He will also silently bow his head and leave.

But Sean?

If it is said that they are not qualified to be pawns, they are at least qualified to bubble up on this big stage and be a trick. And a person who doesn't even have the strength of a lower-ranking bronze will definitely not even have the chance to become a dragon's trick - whether it is a mercenary or a soldier in the army, or a job applicant from other big guilds, at least It must also be the strength of the lower bronze.

Therefore, even the head of the Blood Crying Mercenary Group was angry with Sean's remarks.

Of course, the reason for his anger is different from the others. After all, he has seen Sean fight against those crypt demons, but he also believes that at least Alfred is qualified to say such words. Until this time, he still regarded Sean as an idiot noble child who did not know the world, and only Alfred should be the real commander in their small group.

The middle-aged man with a figure comparable to Hank slowly raised his right hand, and the other two people who looked very imposing also raised their right hand, but the head of the Bloody Crying Mercenary Group did not. But if he thinks about it, even if he raises his hand, it's useless, because there are only two people left by his side. I'm afraid that if he raises his hand, those two people will probably not listen to him, so there is no need to lose face.

Sean knew that when the hand fell, it was the moment when the two sides started to fight.

The sneer at the corner of his mouth deepened.

Just when the hands of these mercenary heads were about to fall, Alfred finally appeared in the eyes of the other mercenaries.

He casually wears a severely damaged leather coat on his upper body, a very common pair of coarse cloth pants on his lower body, a pair of dark black metal gauntlets on his hands, and a handle that is obviously of the Crypt Demon style in his right hand. The iron gun, this mix and match is extremely dazzling. But the master who was wearing this terrifying mix-and-match didn't care at all. He walked up from the back like a leisurely stroll. point.

The corners of the eyes of the three heads of different mercenary groups twitched slightly when they saw Alfred, but the raised hand did not dare to drop it easily, but in the end they could only withdraw it a little embarrassingly. The surrounding mercenaries who belonged to them, after seeing the commander's gesture, clearly had a sense of relief on their faces, as if they felt that they didn't have to fight with Alfred, which was something to be happy about.

But the most unnatural look on his face belongs to the head of the Bloody Crying Mercenary Group. Especially when he saw that there was a hole in the left chest of Alfred's clothes, which was obviously torn open by extremely rough means, his facial muscles suddenly twitched uncontrollably. He knew better that this dress was the one worn by the deputy head of his Blood Crying Mercenary Group before.

Compared to the sense of oppression caused by Alfred's appearance, Cecilia seemed a little deserted when she followed up from behind. Except for a very small number of mercenaries who glanced at Cecilia sideways, there was a bit of desire in their eyes that made Sean look gloomy, most people thought Cecilia was transparent. But it's no wonder, after all, although Cecilia looks like a girl, the tenderness on her face still cannot be eliminated. For these experienced mercenaries, it is naturally easy to judge Cecilia. 's true identity.

It is precisely because of this that they did not take Cecilia seriously.

Because no one would believe that there would be such a young magician, even the magic genius promoted by the Maggie Empire only became a full-fledged magician at the age of fifteen. A fourteen-year-old girl is one step faster than that genius?

What's more, although Cecilia is now a magician, but after all, the aura on her body is not obvious, and there are only so few magics that she knows, it is really hard to believe that this is really a magician.

But outsiders didn't know, and Sean didn't bother to talk about it. His eyes swept across the faces of all the mercenaries, and he grasped the changes in their expressions.

It's just that he didn't expect that Alfred actually had such a terrifying influence and status in the hearts of these mercenaries in Seroda Village. This kind of strong shadow was obviously not formed overnight, but a fear formed after a long period of subtle influence. Sean found that he probably needed to re-evaluate Alfred's intelligence.

All these thoughts flashed through Sean's mind.

And those mercenaries, seeing Alfred standing by Sean's side, how could they not understand what this means, but they are still reluctant to give up the interests in front of them, a mercenary The commander of the corps asked knowingly: "Old Fred, what do you mean? Are you going to stand by this nobleman? Don't forget how that beast Fregen treated you."

The mercenaries are straight-minded, and even this verbal conspiracy is straight-forward.

The corners of Sean's mouth were still slightly raised, but it was not a sneer, but a very happy smile.

"Captain, what do you mean?" Alfred ignored it. His voice was not loud, but it was enough to ensure that everyone could hear it clearly.

Everyone was slightly surprised. At first, everyone thought it was a joke. Because of Alfred's hatred of the nobles, no one in the entire Seroda Village was aware of it. But when everyone found out that Alfred was really standing halfway behind Sean—this is the unspoken rule of the mercenary group, in order to show respect for the leader, he would never fight side by side with the leader— — when everyone finally believed that Alfred was not joking.

Because Alfred never disdains to flatter or act, not to mention these mercenaries can hear that Alfred's voice is so sincere.

It's just that they couldn't believe that this extremely violent and bloody lion from Tindes would actually lower its arrogant head and put away its sharp claws to a nobleman!

"Since these things belong to you, old Fred, we can't let our brothers run away this time in vain." Another mercenary commander spoke in a deep voice, and his language art was naturally better than the previous one. A lot of mellow, "For us people, only one-third of the total." After thinking about it, he added another sentence: "It's only the upper two floors."

As long as there are one-third of the spider eggs in the second and third-level platforms, this concession is indeed very respectful to Alfred, but even if it is one-third, it is still a share of tens of thousands of gold coins. If it is in other places or at other times, since the other party is giving face like this, Sean will usually choose to step back. After all, it is not a good thing to hurt the peace. Who knows if we will meet again in the future.

But not this time!

Because the original purpose of these people was to kill themselves, in the face of such an enemy, how could Sean be polite to them? Moreover, in Sean's eyes, these people are actually no different from dead people.

So he and Alfred seemed to have not heard each other's voices: Sean still looked at the nearly twenty mercenaries with a smile, and Alfred also put on a respectful look He looked like he was standing on his side, waiting for instructions.

So silent, the cold gradually rises.

I don't know if it's the chill caused by the silence, or the chill caused by the low temperature in this cave.

Just when the faces of all the mercenaries became more and more gloomy, Sean's voice finally sounded: "No one will be left."

The burly middle-aged man finally couldn't hold back his anger, and cursed loudly: "Old Fred, I am not giving you face because we are afraid of you, but because of your past reputation. Let such a brat..."

Before the burly middle-aged man finished speaking, he saw that the head of the Bloody Crying Mercenary Group had turned around and ran with a look of horror, and ran towards the corridor for the second time. After seeing the reaction of the head of the regiment, they immediately followed, and the panicked expressions on the faces of the three did not seem to be fake. Others, however, were still at a loss, because they hadn't yet figured out why the three Blood Crying Mercenary Group ran away.

But soon, the heads of the three mercenary regiments suddenly realized something, and their expressions changed drastically.

There was a blazing heat in the air, which brought a bit of warmth in this icy cave, but the next moment, when the blood splashed out, no one felt any warmth.

The head of the most burly mercenary regiment looked at his chest in disbelief. The clothes at the heart had been burned through, revealing a small hole about the size of his tail finger. The arrow of flame pierced through in a flash, and there was no blood flowing out at this moment because the blood had been evaporated by the high temperature. However, his face was still filled with disbelief. Why was that delicate looking noble girl so hot and sophisticated?

But the next moment, he didn't need to know why, because his consciousness was already shrouded in darkness.

And Alfred also jumped down from the edge of the platform and stabbed the head of another mercenary regiment with a shot.

The gun is like a dragon!

As for Sean, he chased after the head of the Blood Crying Mercenary Group with a sprint. The Charles saber in his hand was unsheathed, and the three-color radiance flowed on it like an invitation letter from the god of the underworld. At this moment, Sean does not need to retain any strength at all, and he also knows that these people are the last remaining people of the mercenary group that followed him, so when the sprint is launched, he has also activated the adrenal glands Stimulate.

"Since you're here, don't leave." Sean's words fell lightly in the ears of the head of the Bloody Crying Mercenary Group.

Chill, rising from the back of his cervical spine.

If one is not left, the spider eggs are left, and the enemies are not left behind!

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