"The fog inside was too heavy, and we were ambushed before we could see clearly..." The man looked sad, and because he was seriously injured, he passed out without saying a few words.
"Trash!" Nangong Ling said angrily. He kicked the man hard and said to the people behind him: "Twenty more people will come in."
Everyone behind him looked at each other in shock and stood still. When Nangong Ling saw that no one was making any move, he couldn't help but said angrily: "Do you want to rebel? Don't you even take my prince's words seriously? If you can't complete this mission well, are you still delusional?
Get my royal stipend?"
Of the hundred-man team led by Nangong Ling, fifty or sixty were Imperial Guardsmen, and the remaining half were mercenaries recruited as a result of the Royal First-level Mission Order. These people were relatively arrogant and arrogant.
Naturally, people in the royal family do not respect them as much as ordinary people.
At this time, when they heard Nangong Ling's words, they stared with anger, their faces full of anger.
Relying on his status as the prince, Nangong Ling had no scruples, "What are you looking at? There are only twenty of you, please let me in quickly!"
Even though those people were unhappy, they still followed Nangong Ling's words and walked cautiously into the Black Tiger Valley.
"Prince, this man is seriously injured and is about to die!" Several guards carried the seriously injured man who had escaped from the Black Tiger Valley to the side for treatment. Only after seeing this did they realize that the man was almost out of breath.
"Fourth brother, fourth brother!" A middle-aged man with a muscular appearance called out anxiously next to him. He fed the man a few healing pills, but it had no effect at all.
Nangong Ling snorted disdainfully, "He's just a useless piece of trash. He'll die if he dies."
"You! Nangong Ling, don't go too far!" The middle-aged man rushed out, his face full of anger, and grabbed Nangong Ling's collar with one hand, "Take out the best healing medicine, or I will let you go
You pay for my fourth brother’s life!”
Nangong Ling was startled and immediately shouted: "Here comes someone to protect you!"
When the fifty Royal Guardsmen from Nangong Ling tried to take action, the remaining twenty-odd mercenaries also drew their swords and looked ready to take action at any time. Although they accepted the Royal First-level mission order,
But it does not mean that they are slaves of the royal family and can be driven by slavery at will!
Along the way, they were almost intolerable to Nangong Ling's various vile and shameless behaviors.
The middle-aged man's eyes widened, "Where's the best healing medicine? Will you take it out?"
Seeing this scene of arrogant swords and crossbows, Long Qingyue sneered in her heart, she deserves it! Nangong Ling is too stupid to look at what kind of territory this is. Does he still think this is the palace where he can do whatever he wants?
The mercenaries are not afraid of death. At worst, they will pay for their lives! What they hate most is the shameless villain who betrays his trust. It is obvious that Nangong Ling has offended their bottom line.
On Nangong Yun's side, Liao Hai's Longteng mercenary group and Ye Min'er's Qingyun Sect all looked at Nangong Ling with contempt and sympathy. They did not show any intention of helping, but each retreated away from each other.
Nangong Ling saw that something was wrong, so he softened his tone and said, "Come here, bring the best medicine, give it, give it to him..."
A guard behind him offered the elixir, and the middle-aged man took it and quickly fed his dying fourth brother, but it still had no effect.
Long Qingyue looked up and saw that the man's face was red, his lips were chapped, and his whole body was hot, as if he had been roasted by fire.
Seeing that the medicine didn't work, the middle-aged man grabbed Nangong Ling again and asked fiercely: "You lied to me with a broken medicine?!"
