Free Soldier King Mixed Country

"Lengjian Mercenary Corps, I want to see how long you can last in this storm."

Roster had a bold idea in his heart. He wanted to place a bet on this newcomer mercenary group.

It's just that he still doesn't know whether this mercenary group is worth investing in. It's like playing chess. As long as it is a wrong step, then it will lose all the games.

He wanted to see how the Cold Sword Mercenary Corps would deal with Freman's ultimate move this time. If there was no solution, it was nothing more than that. He was afraid that he would offend the **** of death.

Usually a hunting event is held, and there are at least ten or more mercenary groups participating, not to mention the most important thing, as well as the existence of the top three in their strength.

Whoever is selected as the target of the hunting is not much better. One hundred percent is the catastrophe, so a hunting will mean the demise of a mercenary group.

Poorly this time the Leng Jian mercenary group offended a villain like Freeman, and Freeman will certainly not miss this opportunity. For Leng Jian, the future is worrying.

After leaving the camp, Freyman went straight to the residence of the vulture mercenary group. Unlike other mercenary groups, the vulture mercenary group was not stationed in the wild, but lived in a city.

The master of this city is Sauron, ranking first in strength, and he is not worried about other mercenary groups and dare to attack them.

Guarding at the entrance of the city, there is a person in charge of inspection, confirming that there is no dangerous goods on the body to let it pass. If there is any need, it will take seven days to report.

"Boss Sauron, Freman is here, saying that there is something to see you."

In a church in the city, Sauron changed into the clothes worn by the priest, knelt on his knees before the cross, and was praying earnestly.

It's hard to imagine such a cruel person who is also a believer. Sauron closed his eyes and drew a cross on his chest with his fingers.

A middle-aged man in his forties with a bald head, with a sulky face. The biggest feature is that there is a big scar on the top of his head.

It is said that when he was fighting with others, he was grabbed by his opponent's hair and torn off along with his scalp. Later, he killed the opponent and stitched the opponent's scalp on the top of his head.

Since then, a bald head has been kept, and when the mercenary group is fighting, when seeing a conspicuous bald head in the team, it has already lost three points of fighting spirit.

"Freman? He came very quickly. He just took the third place. Can't you wait?"

Sauron is very smart, and knows that if he wants to sit firmly in this position, he must arrange his own eyeliner.

He knew what was happening outside anytime and anywhere. Before Freman came, he already knew. Freman had gone to Rost before and wanted to persuade Rost to start a hunting meeting.

"I encountered obstacles on Rost's side. Do you want to convince me? Since it's a guest here, let him in."

Sauron ordered that this church rarely visited guests, and his subordinates would convey his meaning.

Freeman outside, waiting for Sauron's summons, he can swagger into Rost's quarters, but not here.

The boss of Sauron didn't provoke casually. If he was a little careless, he would definitely cause dissatisfaction with this person. You must know that there is a terrifying killer organization under Sauron's hands.

The subordinates told him that he could go in, and Freman followed him to the church. Apart from him, Sauron was kneeling in front of the cross in the church.

There was not even a guard by his side. Even so, Freman knew how many eyes were staring here in the dark. No matter how bold he was, he couldn't act foolishly. He stepped up and came behind Sauron.

Sauron was praying, and Freman was embarrassed to interrupt, so he had to wait here until Sauron finished praying and said with his back to Freman.

"Freman, you come to me, you are a rare visitor. The Thunder and Lightning mercenary group was killed by Thunder. It really was not easy."

"Boss Sauron overrated. I just want to survive. Previously, conflicts broke out between me and the Thunder and Lightning Mercenary Corps. Either they died or I died."

In front of Sauron, Freyman was as cleverly as a grandson, without the arrogant attitude of speaking before.

"Is that so? Just sitting in this position, you want to use the right of this position, you really can't wait."

"Boss Sauron, I didn't mean to provoke him. The purpose of coming to see you this time is to start a hunting game. I know you are the big brother here. As long as you agree, this hunting game can start."

Speaking of your purpose, and flattering appropriately, Freeman's words sounded very comfortable.

As for Freman's intentions, Sauron already knew it, but it was just a hunt, and he could nod his head in agreement.

It's just that this time the hunting target is different. The newcomer mercenary group has a death **** behind it, and there is also the Edward family as its support. Who dares not easily offend it in two respects.

"Well, I know what you want to do. You should go back. I already know your purpose. It is a grievance between you. Don't involve us people in it."

Sauron didn't want to hear what Freman said, so he directly rejected Freman's proposal. It was Freman and this newcomer mercenary group that had grievances, and had nothing to do with others.

Therefore, he would not participate in this kind of thing, he would be used casually, he was not a fool, and sinners who clearly wanted to do it, this kind of business is not cost-effective.

Before Freman finished speaking, Sauron refused in this way. It seems that his purpose is already known by others, and he is indeed the boss of this place, and he has his own eyeliner everywhere.

"Boss Sauron, are you also afraid of this **** of death? I thought you wouldn't be afraid of him."

"You don't need to irritate me in this way. To disagree is to disagree. I don't need to get into this kind of trouble for the grievances between you."

People in middle age and Sauron have never seen what kind of winds and waves, how can such a simple aggressive method be fooled.

The rejection of his proposal made Freman very angry. It seemed that it was really too difficult to start this hunting session. He didn't want to miss this opportunity.

At this moment, Sauron's hand turned his back, his fingers flicked slightly, and then he said a word, making Freman aware that this old fox had a purpose.

"Freman, you should know that everything in this world requires cost and price. Whether it is fighting or doing business, the truth is the same."

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