The Emerald Tower

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Oilo led his subordinates carefully in the Gaosai royal hunting ground.

For Oilo and the others, the goal has long been clear: the owners of silver, bronze and iron badges.

Although the gold badges have enough points, in comparison, the owners of the remaining three badges are better to deal with.

This kind of bullying and fear of hardship is naturally an insult to the Cavaliers.

However, for mercenaries, it was nothing more than normal.

Upon discovering something as he moved forward, Oilo jerked his palm up.

Immediately, the surrounding mercenaries lurked down, and as Oilo's palm waved, the mercenary in the group who was best at lurking and investigating touched it.

After a while, the mercenary came back with an ugly expression——

"Boss, the same as before, all dead!"

The mercenary replied in a low voice.

"All dead?"

Oilo frowned and couldn't help muttering softly: "It's more dangerous than I thought. It took less than two hours to start, and at least one-third of the iron badge contestants were cleared out... These guys are planning our big shots!"

"Boss, what should we do?"

The mercenaries asked directly.

"We changed our plan-according to the current situation, it is impossible to enter the semi-finals. We will implement the second set of plans...who?!"

Oilo said straight; however, before the voice fell, he murmured.

In an instant, the surrounding mercenaries unsheathed their swords and aimed their crossbows.

The people who were drunk and hid did not continue to hide.

Or, from the beginning. Chastain does not want to hide.

Holding his tattered long sword, Chastain walked over from the side.

"Chastain?"

Oilo looked at the contestant in front of him suspiciously.

If Dean is the last person he doesn't want to meet in the entire swordsmanship competition, then the second person he doesn't want to meet is Chastain in front of him.

The sharp aura of the opponent's upper and lower fronts all told Oilo about the difficulty and strength of the opponent.

Oilo waved his hand at his subordinate.

He is very clear. In the face of such a person, his subordinates are definitely not opponents, and if they act rashly, they are definitely dead.

"Chastain, if you want a badge, we can give you half, which is the largest amount. If you want all of it, I need to compare it with you—there are countless good players in the entire hunting ground, I suggest Keep enough energy, everyone!"

Oilo stepped forward two steps, standing in front of Chastain and said.

And Chastain seemed to be considering Oilo's proposal, standing still in place for a long time without speaking. After a while, he asked with a slightly hoarse voice: "Have you seen my apprentice?"

"Your apprentice? That kid? No!"

The other party's question made Chastain an agile young man in his mind instantly, but he shook his head the next moment.

Before, he remembered that the opponent was holding an iron badge, and Chastain was holding a gold badge, obviously. Because of the time gap, the two sides did not meet together.

"Thank you!"

Chastain said so, and walked to the other side.

"Hey. Chastain, be careful, some guys are already planning to deal with Zelgan!"

Looking at Chastain's back, Oilo yelled.

And Chastain didn't seem to hear it, and walked in the direction he believed in his heart.

"Boss, what's the matter with this guy? Why does it feel weird?"

With Chastain's departure, the surrounding mercenaries gathered again.

"It's a monster of course... Damn it. This swordsmanship is so attracted? What kind of monsters have emerged... Fortunately, Chastain is worried about his disciple, otherwise. We have to all. The army is destroyed!"

Oilo patted his chest with lingering fears.

"Boss, you are too exaggerated. He is alone!"

The mercenaries obviously thought Oilo was joking again, after all, their boss usually looks like this.

"Exaggeration? I told you...well, what did I say to you, you don't understand-hurry up and find some blood to put on your own body, then, get into those corpses and wait for the end of the game! "

Oilo wanted to explain something, but the next moment he thought of the gap between his subordinates and himself, he couldn't help but slap his forehead and directly ordered.

"Boss, how about you?"

The mercenaries asked.

"I'm going to at least get a spot in the semifinals in the real sense? Otherwise, relying on you to collect points for me, what does our employer think of us? It's really troublesome!"

Oilo rolled his eyes.

Then, when all his subordinates were in order, he left in a flash.

...

Hunting ground, in the woods on the other side.

'Strongman' Shilick and'Venomist' Rand confronted each other.

Helick was a tall, strong man, and his bulging muscles were just like his name "Strong Man." With an urn-like tone, Helick sneered: "Rand took my punch. , Not only did your blocking arm break, but at least three ribs were also broken...If you stay, your badge will be mine!"

"Hey, I took you a punch, but are you safe? In a few minutes, your fist should rot!"

He was of average figure, dressed in a long robe, and looked like a wizard-like'venomist' Rand. He ignored his broken arm and just glanced at Silick's fist opposite, the fist that could smash the rock. Was rendered into a blue.

Not the blue of the sky, but the black blue.

When people look at it, it feels unclear.

"Before my fist rots, I can definitely break all the bones of your whole body!"

Helick said, and rushed towards Rand.

The latter, unwilling to show weakness, took out several medicine bottles.

Just when the two sides were about to trigger, a figure appeared beside them.

"'hyena'?!"

"Jilcher?!"

Silick and Rand looked at the unexpected guest who suddenly appeared. The fight stopped, each stepping back, beware of the "hyena" in front of him.

"'Mighty One','Venomist'...Tsk tut!"

With an inexplicable voice, the skinny Jirche laughed.

"Do you think you have the chance to win?"

Helick snorted coldly and glanced at Rand on the side. Immediately, the latter had more medicine bottles.

However, the aiming direction has changed somewhat.

It's no longer Silick, but the newly-emerged Jirche.

"Don't worry, my goal is not the two of you guys...or, not for the time being-until the real big trouble is solved. I think it will be more advantageous if we get along in peace!"

Jylcher said so.

"What do you mean?"

Silick asked.

"Don't you find that there are too many corpses around? Those nobles have already united. Although their target is Zelgaon, when Zelgaon is killed... how much do you think we have? Hope of survival?"

Jelcher glanced at Shilick and Rand, asking each word.

"Why should I believe you?"

Silick looked at each other suspiciously.

And Rand on the side looked the same.

"It doesn't matter if I don't believe me. We can use facts to prove that I'm right!"

Jelcher spoke and took out a crystal ball the size of a palm.

After a while of friction, a series of images began to appear in the crystal ball.

The rapes of the civilian contestants and the killings of the noble contestants are presented one by one.

Seeing the image in it, Silick and Rand's face changed again and again.

Especially when they saw the silver powerhouses of the nobles in a line and cooperated tacitly, the expressions of the two were extremely ugly.

"I was just out of caution, when these noble entourages came into contact with these guys. I put some gadgets on them. Who knew that made me a big discovery... how about it, two?"

Jircher looked at the two whose faces changed. Asked again.

"it is good!"

Silick nodded.

"It's only temporary!"

Then Xilick added another sentence.

Rand on the side did not speak, but his attitude was acquiescence.

"Well, we are now in the same group! However, compared to those nobles, our strength is too weak. We should find a few more allies-the Zelgaon, and Cha Stan. They are all good candidates."

Jylcher suggested.

Silick and Rand nodded without objection.

The three are currently working together. Staying together on guard again.

...

"Woohoo!"

The noble contestant whose mouth was gagged, whimpered in pain.

The source of his pain was a slender and powerful palm on the top of his head with a little purple-black light. The five fingers of this palm were deeply inserted into the opponent's sky spirit cover.

After a while, when the noble contestant's sobbing stopped, the owner of this palm said softly, "So that's what happened!"

"Mancor, what shall we do next? Do you need to help the Lord Zelgaon?"

Already waiting aside, Di Qi, dressed in aristocratic costume, leaned against a tree and asked his companion.

"His Royal Highness only asked us to beware of His Highness Fender, and did not offer to help the Lord Zelgaon!"

The slender, handsome and rigid Mancor slowly rolled his sleeves flat and said lightly.

"You are the head, of course you are listening!"

Ditch shrugged indifferently.

"However, I would love to see His Royal Highness Fender deflate!"

Mancor said again.

Suddenly, Dick was taken aback.

"Shoot directly, isn't it good?"

Dickey hesitated~www.readwn.com~ No need to shoot directly... Someone will do it for us, just find that one! "

As Mancor spoke, he walked forward quickly.

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