Lord of all tribes

Chapter 403 The Hail on a Sunny Day
"How about saying it again? I said that I will take good care of the beautiful Princess Agatha for you, and let him enjoy the most extreme happiness in the world!"

Guzman had a deadly expression, and disdain and contempt appeared in his cloudy eyes.

"You know? A moment ago, I just wanted to spend some time with you, but now, I've changed my mind. I want you to die."

Luo Lin's tone was very flat, compared to before, it was just that there was no smile on his face, but this flat tone really made it difficult for people to produce any expression of resistance and fear.

"Let who die? Let me? Are you sure you know your current situation? As long as I give an order, hundreds of thousands of troops will flatten your city of Betty Takla, and you will be torn apart by hundreds of thousands of lord coalition forces. debris.

The youngest earl in the kingdom, you must think too highly of yourself!

If you said something like this a few days ago, maybe someone would stand up and go along with you, but it is a pity that you stupidly chose to come to Betty Takla City, so you are destined to be played by me only.

Do you know how to play?What do I want you to do, what are you going to do?
For example, now I want to hear a dog bark, you have to imitate it, understand? "

Guzman was talking eloquently there. Several times, Marquis Colson wanted to stop him, but according to Guzman's temperament, he obviously ignored Marquis Colson's admonition.

"Oh? Really? You really came up with a good way to humiliate people."

Luo Lin nodded slightly, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, closed his eyes slightly, and with a thought, clicked on the backpack module of the lord system, and looked at the number of puppets of each level displayed on it, the corners of his mouth raised even more up.

"Now, do you think you are still so confident?"

Luo Lin looked around, and more than 100 puppets were arranged in an array and surrounded the negotiating table in the middle.

"What the hell?"

When Guzman saw the puppets suddenly appearing in front of him, his expression changed drastically. He couldn't figure out how these puppets appeared.

"Zamu, clean them out!"

Guzman yelled at the attendants beside him. After a moment of horror out of control, Count Guzman immediately calmed down again.
The Zhamu he was talking about was a seventh-level fighter, and he was considered one of the best masters under his command. He felt that it would not be easy to deal with these puppets.

Although the timing and location of the appearance of these puppets are a bit weird, what does it matter? In the face of absolute strength, these so-called tricks are meaningless.

A rule was established from the very beginning of this negotiation. Each person can only bring one attendant. Rowling brought Ned. This guy has never discredited his title of monster. Now Ned is already a seventh-level fighter and a A level six mage.

Ned, who is a master of battle qi and magic, is far superior to ordinary seventh-level fighters in terms of combat effectiveness.

After the servant named Zhamu ordered by Guzman got the order, he rushed out and got entangled with several of the puppets nearby.

Luo Lin watched the battle between the puppet man and Zhamu calmly, seeing Luo Lin's disapproving, relaxed and unrestrained appearance, the Earl Guzman was obviously a little panicked, and his eyes were fixed on the battle situation , looking forward to Jamu bringing him good news.

Unfortunately, good news never comes as expected.

After more than ten breaths, Guzman was depressed to find that his capable subordinate Zhamu was crushed and beaten by these puppets everywhere except after knocking down two puppets at the beginning.

After more than a dozen breaths, there was nothing to achieve, but his powerful thug, Zhamu, looked a little unable to support at this moment.

"Marquis Colson, this is obviously a pre-arranged killing situation, do you want to sit on the sidelines?"

Guzman was in a hurry. He looked at the depressed Coulson, trying to get his support. He knew that Marquis Coulson had subdued an eighth-level powerhouse in his early years, so he should It's the one standing next to him.

At this time, Guzman's gaze shifted from Coulson to the guard beside him.

The body is not that strong, but it is not very thin, there is a slight scar on the face, just on the nose, although it is shallow, it is very conspicuous.

"Hey" Marquis Colson sighed softly, ignoring Guzman's anxious gaze, but staring at Rollin closely, "Earl Rollin, I didn't intend to have an enemy with you, you"

"Actually, when you were stationed under the city of Betty Takla, there was no such thing as love or hatred. Isn't it too biased to say this now?"

Rowling shrugged, controlled by his mind, and dozens of puppets rushed towards the guard next to Marquis Colson.

"Muquith, you go and solve it"

Marquis Colson shook his head helplessly, and said this sentence very calmly. Although he was quite afraid of Luo Lin, standing beside him was a senior eighth-level fighter.

Relatively speaking, Coulson didn't think that these high-level puppets who appeared suddenly could cause any harm to Muquith.

Muquis, who had a slight scar on his nose, nodded, turned around and jumped into the encirclement of puppets. As an eighth-level fighter, he could even be ranked among the top fighters in the entire Reynolds Kingdom. He has his own pride;
Although Muquis felt that these puppets were not trivial, he never felt that these puppets could really cause much harm to him.

"Ned, don't you always complain that you can't find an opponent to learn from? How about this one in front of you?"

Rollin glanced at Ned standing beside him, and smiled subconsciously.

"Hey, thank you Lord for giving me the opportunity."

Ned, who was standing next to Rowling, had already felt itchy when he saw the scarred man Muquis. Hearing Rowling's permission, he immediately smiled, pulled out the machete from his waist, and rushed go up.

The puppets around Muquith began to disperse, and Ned and Muquith became rivals in the battle.

After dozens of breaths.

Muquis' face became extremely ugly.

This guy in front of him is so strong.

He obviously only has the strength and fighting spirit of a seventh-level fighter, but he can always easily avoid his own attacks, and even cause some damage to himself.

What made him collapse even more was that he was hit on the head by a hailstone.

It was indeed hail. Just now, he and the guy in front of him were concentrating on fighting, when suddenly a cone of ice appeared above his head, giving him a confused empowerment.

That taste is so sour.

If it was just a hailstorm, Muquith might feel that today was just bad luck, and hailstones will hit the sun on a sunny day.

But what's going on with the successive hailstorms!

(End of this chapter)