Hail the King

A person they are very familiar with.

A person they never forget.

It is exactly what I encountered in the restaurant today, claiming to be one of the four thorns of the shampoo king, Michael Owen, a young black knight who seems to be only thirteen or four years old, but this time, this arrogant The boy has already changed into a tight-fitting suit that doesn't know what Warcraft's fur is made of. The clear scorpion is full of impatience, like a beast staring at prey, staring at the mercenaries.

"Owen Daren? How are you here?" The red-headed Zhuang Han asked with a blank expression. He took the sword in his hand and made a gesture behind his hand. More than 20 mercenaries silently Dispersed, each occupying a position, the faint combination has become an extremely concealed battle, and Owen is quietly surrounded by the middle.

"[Hunting Dragon Plan]? What is that plan?" Owen did not feel it, frowned and asked softly.

This is the first word that he has heard in the courtyard for nearly ten hours. If the red headscarf is aware of the abnormality and wants to spread the lurking, Owen really does not. I am willing to come out so soon, so I am so scared.

The knife and the strong man cracked open his mouth and smashed the sword in his hand. He suddenly smiled: "Is Owen's adult want to know? I will tell you, it is very simple, it is the plan to kill the evil dragon of the shampoo king." The fire red flames on his body have begun to shine, and more than 20 mercenaries around him have begun to enclose them silently.

"Oh, if that's the case, let's talk a little more." Owen also licked the black black dagger in his hand, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"I want to know... hahaha, go to **** and ask death! Hahaha, fire - flame - giant - 蟒 - it - kiss!!!!!"

The knife and the brawny suddenly burst into trouble, and a heavy knives turned into a huge fire in his hand. This is a terrible illusion of five-star martial arts. It’s screaming enough to disturb people. The mind, the giant scorpion that the flame condenses, the abdomen sticks to the ground, plows the traces, pulls out the strange route, erratic, close, and the **** mouth spurs the letter, with a hot breath, swallows the sky Land, ruthlessly swallowed towards Owen.

At the same time, the mercenaries who had been smothered around were all out of the way.

This is a kind of battle technique that the mercenary group often uses. It is not complicated, but it is very practical. If many people use it together, it can exert several times of power. It can often gather the power of everyone, and kill the moon. The strong, in the case of pre-emptive position, rarely missed.

The violent violent turmoil drowned Owen’s figure.

The knife and the strong man have a happy heart, but at this moment, there is a cool breeze behind him, and suddenly there is a creepy feeling that the poisonous snake is staring at, and the danger is drowning like a tide.

"Not good, the other party... there is still a helper, it’s damn!"

At this moment, he finally understood that the original [killing thorn] Owen was not alone, in the dark, and his companions, launched a ruthless sudden attack, in the life and death, the cross knife and the brave Gu did not come up with a response to Owen, the instinctive reaction of the military, let him immediately turn back and withdraw, the sword in his hand rotated 180 degrees, with a strange angle, heading behind him.

The mercenary career that wandered on the death line allowed him to react to the extreme.

All the movements, in one go, did not have the slightest delay.

However, everything is in vain.

This time, he was very satisfied with the rapid response, but did not bring him any vitality, the bitter cold behind the neck, just after a short meal, quickly attached to his neck artery At the end, I remembered an ethereal voice in my ear.

"If you want to die, you will move."

This sound, flowing and dusty, with an unspeakable charm, like a floating cloud of the turbidity of the world is overlooking the red dust.

From beginning to end, the cross-knife and the brawny could not even see clearly what kind of opponents were in the end, using weapons to resist their own vitality.

In front of him, he lost the synergy between the main force of the cross-knife and the "eyes". The battle technology suddenly became incomplete, lost the greatest damage, and the turmoil, [killing thorn] Michael? Owen erratic Like a ghostly figure, it floats like a catkins, without the slightest smoldering atmosphere. It is like a humanoid lightning. Everywhere, there is an experienced mercenary who has no resistance, silently. Fall down.

[The popular horse] The mercenary group's battle skills seem to be completely in the opponent's expectations.

Everything fleeting flaws are counted in the "killing thorn" Owen.

In the moment of wearing a butterfly, the moment of the electric stone fire, more than 20 elite mercenaries carefully selected, all softly softened on the ground.

Feeling the cold touch of the neck horror, the red headscarf cross knives look straight and stunned, but there is no way, powerless.

Owen stood unscathed in the same place, habitually licking the black black dagger in his hand, his posture was extremely relaxed, with contempt and disdain in the light, watching the cross-knife brawny.

"Who is it? Tell me, who are you?" The heart of the cross-blade sturdy man sinks little by little. He asks the person who is standing behind him and holding himself.

"The four thorns under the shrine of the shampoo, [white thorns] Gonzalez? Raul." The ethereal and indifferent voice with a dusty voice rang in his ear.

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In the city of Chambord, there is a grassy fragrance, and there is no love for the backyard.

"Hey, what's the matter? It's said that it has been all packaged by our [Hot Blood] mercenary group. We don't accept guests. You, this person, are you stunned? Why are you going inside? Stop, say What are you doing, let me stop!"

The back door of the backyard of the station.

Two pretty female mercenaries with anger and indignation, hurriedly chasing after them, stopped the three strangers who were about to break in. The two little girls stopped the aisle, looked bad, and held the weapons in their hands. Look up and down the three uninvited guests.

"Little sister, you better let go, I am looking for your captain." Among the strangers, on the left side, a thin and tall teenager, who is only about 14 or 5 years old, grinned and showed a neat white teeth.

"Hey, our captain, are you talking about seeing you?" The little girl with short red hair was angry.

"That is, first report your name, rank a number, wait until our captain, when is free, say, to you like this mischievous ghost, we have made a lot of more than a hundred, save the heart Well, I want to chase our captain, a few of you, still far away!" Another little girl with long black hair ponytail shouted.

"No, I am afraid that if we say our name, you will all run." The skinny boy squeezed his eyes.

"Hey, how can our captain run? Who do you think you are..." The little red-haired girl also showed a very disdainful expression on her baby's face, but she was not too stupid. For a moment, I seemed to understand something. I suddenly pulled the companion around the black ponytail and made a vigilant look. I took out the fine sword at the waist and asked evilly, "Who are you?"

"Well, Lisa, let the three guests come in." Just then, a crisp, soft, soft voice came from behind the small courtyard, wearing a black magic robe and standing on the shoulder. Just dragging the beautiful girl with long colorful and beautiful tailed parrot-like Warcraft, slowly coming.

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