Lord Roar

Chapter 219
As for the pig fighters who slaughtered a few Beamon orcs, Allen didn't feel burdened at all. There was no way, who called these guys "witnesses" in terms of industry terms.

Alan had a bold idea in the face of the beautiful and pitiful Miranda. .That is to take all the raw teleportation crystals behind her in one pot.

The money is touching, and Allen plans to use the different space necklace to pass on all these rough stones and semi-finished armors. In this case, how could a group of living Beamon warriors be left behind to inform them.

"What are you looking at?" Allen, who hid the triangular army. Thorn behind his back, cursed: "Bow your head to me, is the noble liger prince that you despicable guys can peep at? All of you are on one knee Kneel down in a row, fuck it, kneel upright, all bow their heads for me, and are not allowed to look up."

Before the leader Piggy lowered his head, he seemed to see a kind of light from the eyes protruding from under Allen's mask, a bloodthirsty light like substance, but forced to face the threat of the upper nobles, he still lowered his head obediently .

Although the pig fighters felt that the behavior of the two ligers and tiger princes was very weird, they quickly lowered their heads. Nobles are perverted, and they always have such and such demands that ordinary people cannot understand.

Like seeing the father-in-law's little daughter-in-law, a group of pig warriors knelt crookedly on one knee and formed a vertical row, each and every one of them wanted to stick their heads in their crotches, for fear of offending this grumpy tiger prince.

As the Pig Clan with the largest population and not very strong combat power, not to mention facing the Liger Princes, even a fox noble can decide their life and death.

Allen carried the three-sided army. Thorn upside down, and slowly walked behind the pig warriors kneeling on one knee and thought to himself: Pig is pig, and he is really stupid and obedient. This is the first time for me to experience killing. It's such a smooth feeling, waiting in line to kill me one by one, hehe.

Starting from the Piggy fighter at the back, Allen covered his opponent's mouth with his left hand, and a cold light flashed through the Triangle Army Thorn with his right hand, and the Piggy fighter with his head bowed and his eyes tightly closed lay down silently, his eyes covered Full of confusion, it seems that I can't believe that I just left this world inexplicably.

Allen did the same thing from back to front, wiped the necks of these Pig fighters one by one, until the last Pig fighter lay on the ground clutching his neck in horror, and then made the first sound. A bunch of wild dwarves.

When Allen yelled at them just now, the cowardly wild dwarves all imitated the pig warriors, shivering with their heads stuck in their crotches.

Those wild dwarves kneeling on the ground heard a sound similar to the opening of the barrel valve and the heavy object falling to the ground, and then raised their heads in confusion, and what came into view was the prince of the Tiger Clan wiping the blood on the dagger. Behind him lay a row of pig warriors, and each corpse's neck was like a wine barrel opened, spouting blood and water, and the death was extremely miserable, with wide-eyed eyes.

The wild dwarves couldn't tell the situation until now, and their trembling bodies trembled even more. They thought that those stupid pig warriors offended the most noble liger prince among Beamon and were killed.

These wild dwarves are [-] to [-]% similar to the dwarves of the Gania Plain. Their skin is gray and white, each of them is thin and skinny, with a small body and a huge bald head. Except for the wide palm, There is no meat in the whole body.

Allen wanted to be slaughtered by these wild dwarves together, but seeing their pitiful appearance, he finally decided to let them go, as long as they didn't walk into the magic circle to inform them.

"You bunch of short winter melons, stand up for me, whoever dares to move, just go with the gang of pig fighters." Allen gave up after cursing and frightening.

Except for the frightened wild dwarves, brothers and sisters Mike and Miranda, who had been watching Allen, were also dumbfounded in horror.

It's not that they haven't seen murder, nor have they seen sneak attack and assassination from behind, but like Allen, who cut so many people's necks one after another without anyone noticing, and without alarming the companions around him, he It was the first time the two met.

They even felt that such a horrible thing as killing people seemed to have become an art in Alan's hands.

With stern eyes, an incomparably precise strike angle, and a shooting speed as fast as a shooting star, he covers his mouth, draws out the knife, and gently puts it down.

Those dead pig fighters had only one breath in pain since their throats were cut, and they died completely before they even had time to lift their arms.

The same action was repeated seven times, and seven lives were harvested, as if cutting seven rices. Allen's expression did not change from beginning to end, and the shiny full body armor on his body was not stained with the slightest blood.

The two brothers and sisters could not connect the ruthless executioner in front of them with the rumored baron of the waste material of the Locke Kingdom.

If this guy goes to the Association of Assassins, he will definitely be the most valuable number one.

Miranda looked at Alan with a calm face, and her delicate body hidden under the magic robe began to tremble involuntarily.

Rooney glanced at Miranda disdainfully, and looked at Allen strangely.

Old Drew remembered that when he was in the camp, little Zack and a group of young warriors always bragged to him about the deeds of their chiefs, including when they were in the old Bloodhoof camp, their chiefs were like ghosts who wanted to kill their lives, without disturbing the enemy. Under such circumstances, he hid in the dark and attacked and killed dozens of human giant shield players and more than a dozen fighting spirit fighters.

At the beginning, Rooney didn't believe it, because he had done the same thing of hiding in the dark, and he had done it a lot. Didn't you see that there are always various inexplicable accidents of middle and high-level people in the southern parish?

Because of this, Rooney felt that what the bloodhoof fighters said was too exaggerated.

Druid thought it was unrealistic and exaggerated at the beginning, because as the Bloodhoof Warrior said, Allen not only needs to have an extremely calm mind, but also has an extremely strong psychological quality.

Hiding, disguising, killing, and disposing of corpses, this set of procedures is simple to say, but the most important point in it is silence, absolute silence, absolute silence from beginning to end.

It is almost impossible to hide yourself in the broken tiles within a few miles, observe the enemy's course of action, and then deal with the hidden corpses of the opponents one by one, even including many fighting spirit fighters.

Even if it is a sword master, it is very possible for you to let him kill the group of giant shield fighters and vindictive fighters with one sword, but if you want him to sneakily solve them one by one, it is like a fairy tale.

Rooney has always believed that those Bloodhoof fighters who blindly worship Allen are just boasting.

But Allen's textbook-like assassination skills just now finally convinced Rooney what the Bloodhoof fighters said.

Especially Alan's flowing technique just now reminded him of an old friend in his childhood, but later sacrificed in the setting sun swamp while resisting alien creatures.

The old friend who died was a young Druid who was proficient in wind magic and transformation. He was as proficient in assassination and raids as Allen. Assassinate opponents quickly and accurately.

(End of this chapter)