"That's right. Things are unbelievable. The 'Purple Wind Mercenary Group' has now become an outsider." Yiqi Lafeng replied.
At the same time, I have to admire Long Shou's judgment.
Who is Little Buick? The boss of the largest force in France. He can develop the power of the 'Imperial Tribe' into the largest force in Fama Continent. How can he be a fuel-efficient lamp?
Why was it that the 'Xue Zhuo Mantou Mercenary Group' was besieged just when it was about to attack the 'Zifeng Mercenary Group'? Is it such a coincidence? Little Buick definitely didn't believe it.
"This matter is probably related to the 'Purple Wind Mercenary Group'." Little Buick muttered to himself, as if telling the people below, but also as if telling himself.
But in my heart, I was secretly surprised. At the same time, I was also quite confused. You must know that almost everyone in the larger forces in Fama Continent does not know that the "Xuezhuo Mantou Mercenary Group" is a member of the "Imperial Tribe" force. Isn't that true? The special reason may have made all the forces in Ancient Stone City anxious. They would never dare to be so bold and openly besiege the people of the 'Xue Zhuo Mantou Mercenary Group'. Besides, the capabilities of the 'Purple Wind Mercenary Group' .How could his little Buick not know?
Does the 'Purple Wind Mercenary Group' have such ability? Do they have such ability and weight to make all the forces in Ancient Stone City openly oppose the 'Imperial Tribe'?
Of course Little Buick wouldn't believe it, but he couldn't figure it out either.
"Eagle Sha." Little Buick pondered for a moment. A cold gleam flashed across his cold gaze. He looked at one of the first three people sitting below, one of the two on the right.
"Brother, what are your orders?" A tall, thin young man with curly yellow hair and a hooked nose stood up.
Yingsha: 19 years old. Profession: Summoner. Ranked seventh among the eight evil spirits under Little Buick. Leader of the seventh mercenary regiment affiliated with the ‘Imperial Tribe’.
Among the entire "Imperial Tribe" forces, only Ba Sha is qualified to call Little Buick a brother.
"You rush to the ancient stone city immediately. Find out who is causing the trouble again and find out the whole story." Little Buick's voice was a little low, but very calm, showing his calmness and calmness.
He hasn't taken any of the various forces in Ancient Stone City seriously yet, but he won't take action easily until the matter is clear. His little Buick will never do stupid things to be taken advantage of by others.
"Yes, brother. I'll go right away." Ying Sha quickly left the hall.
"Deputy Commander. Deputy Commander. Our station was violently attacked by the 'Purple Wind Mercenary Group'. The regiment flag can no longer be defended."
At this moment, an urgent call came from Big Potato's team channel.
"What?" Big Potato screamed in surprise. He immediately asked, "How many people are here?"
"There is just one person. His name is Baiban. On his head is the inscription "Deputy Commander of the Purple Wind Mercenary Group". Level 30."
"What? Just one person. You won't be able to stand it." Da Tudou thought he heard wrongly.
"Deputy Captain, yes, he is alone. But this guy is too powerful. He has already broken through the gate of our station and rushed into the station. This guy is so terrifying. He is simply not a human being." Over the team channel. The voice shouted more urgently.
"What happened?" Seeing the panic on Big Potato's face, Little Buick asked in a deep voice.
Because the team channel can only be used during team battles, and the team call sound can only be heard by people in the team. Therefore, except for Big Potato, no one present can hear the 'Snow-cooked Steamed Bun Mercenary Group' What the resident leader shouted to Big Potato through the team channel.
But they could tell from Big Potato's expression that something big had happened.
Except for Little Buick, who asked, the other three people also glanced at Big Potato's face.
"The station was attacked by the 'Purple Wind Mercenary Group'. It can no longer be defended." Big Potato looked helpless.
"Conspiracy. This whole thing is a conspiracy. It not only kills people with a borrowed knife, but also provokes conflicts between us and various forces in Ancient Stone City. It also completely destroys the 'Xuezhuo Mantou Mercenary Group'. It's cruel enough." Little Buick immediately said He understood. He smiled coldly and said in a deep voice: "How many people are there to defend the station?"
"One hundred and fifty people."
"Bang." Little Buick slapped his hand on the armrest of the chair. He got angry and said, "What do you, the 'Xuezhui Mantou Mercenary Group' do for food? How long does it take for the 'Purple Wind Mercenary Group' to be re-established? At most It's a D-class mercenary group with 200 members. I don't believe it. You 150 combat professional members will not be able to defend yourself against an attack of 200 people at most, including the life professional members."
You know, defense is much easier than offense. Moreover, the 'Zifeng Mercenary Group' is inferior to the 'Xue Zhuo Mantou Mercenary Group' in terms of level and equipment. Everyone knows this.
"Dragon Head." Da Tudou stretched out his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He said very awkwardly: "The message from the station said that there was only one person who came to attack from the 'Purple Wind Mercenary Group', and that he had already We broke into the gate of the station."
"What." Little Buick's face really changed this time. He stood up and attacked the station defended by 150 people alone. He asked himself. The eight evil men under him, including himself, would never be able to do it. He couldn't think of anything. .Who in the entire Fama Continent can do this?
Could it be that there really is such a powerful person?
Little Buick feels now that this whole thing is really not that simple anymore. This 'Zifeng Mercenary Group' is definitely no longer the mindless, useless and rubbish 'Zifeng Group' it was not long ago. Mercenary group'.
Although I don't know what changes have taken place in the 'Zifeng Mercenary Group', but judging from the series of things that have happened, it is definitely not something that those two simple-minded women can do. This 'Zifeng Mercenary Group' Behind the regiment, there must be an expert commanding it. It is 80% likely that he is the person who dares to challenge the 150-man defense of the "Snow-cooked Steamed Bun Mercenary Group" station with one person's strength.
Little Buick's face instantly returned to gloom: "Mosha. You and Yiqi Lafeng rush to the Lord's Palace of the Bastille immediately and start a team battle with the 'Purple Wind Mercenary Group'. Disha, you accompany Big Tudou back to 'Xue' The station of the "Snow-cooked Steamed Buns Mercenary Group". Even if the station of the "Snow-cooked Steamed Buns Mercenary Group" is destroyed, I must intercept the "Purple Wind Mercenary Group". I will be there soon. I want to see it when I get there. Look, how unholy this man is."
"Yes. Big brother."
"Yes. Dragon head."
The four of them, Earth Demon, Demon Demon, Yiqi Pulling the Wind, and Big Potato, quickly left the hall of power.
Disha: 25 years old. Profession. Warrior. Ranked second among the eight evil spirits under Little Buick. Leader of the second mercenary regiment affiliated with the ‘Imperial Tribe’.
Mosha: 20 years old. Occupation. Fire magician. Ranked sixth among the eight evil spirits under Little Buick. Leader of the sixth mercenary regiment affiliated with the ‘Imperial Tribe’.
Little Buick watched Disha and the others walking out of the Hall of Power. There was a cold light in his eyes. He would not give the 'Purple Wind Mercenary Group' any more chances. Nor would he give it to the one who dared to come to Bastille alone. No chance is given to anyone. No matter how powerful you are, if you are not sent back to Novice Village, there is no way you can leave Bastille alive.
"Guard Captain." Little Buick shouted.
"Dragon Head, what are your orders?" A stout man walked in from the door of the hall.
"Find the ghost and dragon immediately." Little Buick waved his hand.
Since he wants to take action, he will never give the other party any chance. This is his little Buick style of doing things...
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Murong Xiaotian rushed towards the north alley like flying. At this point, he didn't care about what others were paying attention to. Time. Time decided everything. He was afraid that at any time, he would hear that a certain mercenary group was attacking Zi. The Wind Mercenary Group's declaration of war.
I saw it. I finally saw the station of the ‘Snow-cooked Steamed Bun Mercenary Group’. I couldn’t see the situation inside. But you could clearly see eight soldiers standing in two rows blocking the gate of the station.
Nickname: Whiteboard (Deputy Leader of Zifeng Mercenary Group). Level 30.
Murong Xiaotian made up the nickname on his head as he rushed towards the station of the 'Xuezhuo Steamed Bun Mercenary Group'. Since he was going to attack the station of the 'Xuezhui Steamed Bun Mercenary Group', of course he had to use the word 'Purple'. In the name of a member of the Wind Mercenary Group.
If you have a white board on your head, wouldn't it be premature to tell the people of the "Imperial Tribe" that you can hide your identity, but using your true identity is even more impossible.
Then let them think that the 'Purple Wind Mercenary Group' has a powerful deputy leader named Baiban.
"Thunder Light Fist." Murong Xiaotian's speed did not slow down and he slammed into the door. His move was his killing move. He punched out with a 'boom'.
A powerful light wave exploded at the gate of the 'Snow-cooked Steamed Bun Mercenary Group' station.
If you don't take action, that's it. If you take action, you will show no mercy. Murong Xiaotian's move is a fatal move. The eight soldiers at the door were instantly knocked away by Murong Xiaotian.
"Kill." Murong Xiaotian shouted angrily. The Phantom Drift instantly stretched to the limit and rolled into the gate. But when he rushed over, he did not see what was going on inside. He killed eight soldiers at the gate before rushing in. Ten Two knight's big guns pierced over like lightning with twelve strong winds.
In front of him, there were two rows of knights arranged neatly, six in each row. Those in the front row were squatting, and those in the back row were standing, blocking Murong Xiaotian's face.
