A thigh kicked the aluminum trash can blocking the road several meters away, hitting the wall, shaking off some dust, and shaking out the garbage that had turned to dust in the bucket.

"Bingfeng's bunch of soft-legged crabs can't even deal with one person, and they still want us to help wipe their butts. His grandma's, it's really annoying the more I think about it!"

A burly man said as he walked. He was wearing extremely thick black armor. It could even be said that these things were more like steel plates than armor.

He was carrying a war club embedded with steel spikes, and his other hand was holding a helmet with two curved horns welded to it. If he put this helmet on, he would look like a crazy black bison.

"Okay, bison, the leader didn't say anything, so stop complaining."

The slender man behind him spoke calmly. He had long, silky black hair and was also equipped with jet-black armor, but this armor was obviously much lighter than the bison, and had dark yellow lines as decoration.

Those lines formed a bull's head pattern on the back of the armor.

"I'm not as good-tempered as you, Ouma, but there's one thing I've always wondered about. How could you, Ouma, have such a cold temperament and stay in our 'Bow Bull'."

The bison looked at the long-haired man behind him.

The man named Ouma raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "Probably because you are a group of simple-minded guys."

A big hand fell on Wang Ma's shoulder, holding his armor and rattling, and a big face came over, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly: "Who are you calling simple-minded? You are showing off how useful your brain is.

?"

Ouma closed his eyes and smiled and took away the big hand: "My brain is better than the leader and most people. I have proven it many times. Leader, you are still doubting it, right?"

The leader of Baoniu cursed: "That's why I've always disliked smart guys like you. Talking to you people is so troublesome. Like now, if we didn't get along, I would have kicked you out."

Already."

The rough men behind them all laughed knowingly. Although they were not dressed like iron cans like the bison, the collision of their armors still made a tinkling sound when they walked around.

These people all wore curved-horned helmets, like standing bulls, exuding a rough and wild atmosphere.

They passed through the corridor, which was originally quite spacious, but after squeezing them in, it became a bit crowded.

When the door was in sight, a light came on deep in the corridor on the other side, and someone complained: "Priest Gu Yun doesn't believe in our 'volcano' too much. Why don't we just eliminate one intruder and we can complete it independently?"

It's enough to have to act with those mad cows."

Upon hearing this, the bison immediately shouted: "Which bastard is talking ill of your grandfather!"

A group of people in front also stopped. These people were all wearing fiery red robes with patterns of volcanic eruptions on the trains. Five of the seven or eight people were women.

The speaker was one of the few men in the group. Hearing the bison's words, he took off his hood, revealing a head of red hair that was as flamboyant as a flame.

Her skin was as fair and delicate as a woman's, especially her red phoenix eyes, which were as narrow and long as a woman's. It must be that there were masculine qualities in her voice, otherwise one would have mistaken her for a woman based on her appearance. He sneered: "Did I say that

Is it wrong? You bunch of sweaty buffaloes who only know how to denounce violence don’t even know why Priest Gu Yun wants to recruit you uncivilized savages!"

The bison laughed: "Who did I think it was? It turned out to be you, a sissy. Hey, Ding Hong, after living in the Volcano for so long, have you drank the bath water of your leader?"

The man named Ding Hong almost had fire in his narrow eyes: "Sure enough, a lowly person like you who comes from the wilderness can only say such things."

The bison smiled nonchalantly and said: "Come on, Ding Hong. I heard that your ancestor was a big shot in some fortress. Unfortunately, your family has fallen into decline. You have to be a mercenary, so don't act like a big man."

"

"you--"

"enough."

In the volcano, someone strode out, took off his hood, and revealed a stunning face.

There was a cherry blossom in her hair, leaving a faint floral fragrance that was almost imperceptible. It lingered on the tip of her nose, but when she tried to distinguish it carefully, it disappeared without a trace.

"Ding Hong, we are mercenaries. As long as mercenaries complete their tasks, it doesn't matter who they cooperate with or how they cooperate."

The woman scolded gently, causing the red-haired man to lower his head deeply.

She looked at the leader of Bao Niu again: "Xiang Tian, ​​you should also take care of your subordinates, otherwise you will cause unnecessary trouble to Bao Niu one day."

The leader of Baoniu said with a nonchalant look: "Baoniu is not afraid of trouble. If one day we are in trouble because of some big trouble, it only shows that we only have this ability."

"Compared with this, Ye Ying, why don't you stop considering my proposal? I think we are quite suitable."

The woman known as Ye Ying said calmly: "That's your illusion. Let's go and eliminate the intruders as soon as possible."

Leader Baoniu muttered: "Why don't you think about it again? I think it's pretty good."

Ouma passed by him and said lightly: "Because that is really your illusion, Captain."

Xiang Tian's mouth twitched, and he pointed at Wang Ma and shouted: "Stop, are you the one who can help outsiders like you?"

The two groups of people met at the exit and arrived at the third floor of the building. Not long after, they found the body of the mediator of "Bingfeng".

The bully Wang Ma and the volcano's Ding Hong surrounded the body and inspected it carefully.

"There is only one fatal wound on the body..." Ouma took off the gloves he wore for the autopsy and pointed at the cracked pistol on the ground. "The opponent's sword, the pistol, the arm, and even the body of the deceased were separated with one blow.

, it’s a very severe attack.”

"What can be concluded at present is that the opponent is not an ascendant like the Heart of Elements or the Hunter. Since the ranks of ascendants in Qingtian Castle are limited, the murderer is most likely to be a God of War."

Ding Hong raised his head and added: "There are other things worth paying attention to, such as the pistol and the broken section of the corpse. There are traces of carbonization. This shows that the opponent's blow is not only fast, but also contains extremely high-temperature energy."

"There is no similar ability in the God of War class, so it should be using some kind of material weapon."

Wang Ma nodded and said: "It is unusual for a weapon like this to cause carbonization marks on people or objects in a very short period of time. If Qingtian Castle can cooperate, it should be able to narrow down the identity of the murderer."

The leader of Baoniu said nonchalantly: "The identity of the murderer is not important, but where he is is. What we need to do is to eliminate the threat, not to investigate his identity."

Wang Ma nodded, looked around and said: "Strange, as far as I know, Bingfeng and the others care about this mediator. I have observed them, and they will protect the mediator several times when they need to fight."

Ding Hong narrowed his eyes: "Now the body of the mediator is here, but no one from Bingfeng was found. They should not abandon their companions, so where are they now? Have they all been killed?"

Captain Huoshan said softly: "Although Bingfeng is only a second-rate mercenary group, its class mix is ​​reasonable. If there is only one opponent, it should not be completely wiped out."

Ouma showed a thoughtful expression: "They have a mediator, a hunter, several war god classes and a fortress. Assume that the opponent has only one person and wants to kill such a team head-on without giving them time to call for help.

At least a level 6 master can do it."

"That's impossible."

Ding Hong shook his head and said: "Now the outside of the building has been blocked by the church's troops. Even the people from Qingtian Castle have been squeezed to the outside. It is possible for a fly to accidentally fly in or a mouse to sneak in."

"It is basically impossible to say that there is a master of level 6. The church is not careless enough to allow such a master to come in and out."

The bison muttered: "The church said that this intruder calls himself the 'God of Death'. There should be no such expert on Qingtian Castle. Maybe he is a gold digger wandering nearby."

"Those guys are lunatics who can do anything for money. Maybe they saw that the building was blocked by the church and thought it would be profitable, so they took the risk and broke in."

Ouma looked at the bison with a smile: "It's rare that you have time to use your brain, and your deduction is very reasonable. I am impressed by you, bison."

The bison hummed: "I don't need you to look at me with admiration!"

Having said that, there was obviously a bit more smile on his lips.

At this moment, he felt his nose was itchy and touched it, and a small blood stain appeared on the tip of his finger.

Nosebleed?

The bison didn't pay much attention. He squeezed it with his hands and found that the nose didn't continue to bleed. He wiped the blood on his finger on the gray wall next to him, leaving a faint dark red blood spot.

"Anyway, let's look for other Bingfeng members first, and search for the so-called 'Death'." Ye Ying said softly. She looked at the scorched black marks next to her, and she always felt that there were a few black patches on the ground, which looked like extremely...

silhouette.

This discovery made her feel a little uncomfortable.

"In that case, it's best to work in groups of two or three..." Ouma turned around, "Bison, do you want... Hey, Bison, are you sick?"

The bison sneered: "You are the only one who is sick. I have not known what sickness is since I was five years old."

Ouma frowned and said, "But your face doesn't look good, and why are your eyes red?"

"Really? It's really itchy to hear you say that." The bison rubbed his eyes casually, then opened his eyes, and his field of vision was actually a little red.

There was a sound of air-conditioning all around. When the bison put down his hand, people saw that his eyes were not only red. From the corners of his eyes, two lines of blood poured out like tears, streaking across the rough face of the iron bull.
Chapter completed!