Chapter 479 Preliminary Slaughter II

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Oilo and his subordinates walked carefully in the Gaosai royal hunting ground.

For Oilo and the others, the target has already been clear: the owner of the silver, bronze and iron badges.

Although the gold badges have enough points, compared to others, the owners of the remaining three badges are easier to deal with.

This kind of bullying and fearing the tough is naturally an insult to the knight.

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

Oilo suddenly raised his palm when he found something while walking.

Immediately, the surrounding mercenaries lurked, and with the wave of Oilo's palm, the mercenary who was the best at lurking and scouting in the group touched over.

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

"Boss, it's the same as before, all dead!"

The mercenary replied in a low voice.

"They're all dead?"

Oilo frowned, and couldn't help muttering softly: "It's even more dangerous than I imagined. In less than two hours, at least one-third of the contestants with iron badges have been eliminated... These guys are planning our big shots!"

"Boss, what should we do?"

The mercenaries asked directly.

"We changed the plan—according to the current situation, it is impossible to enter the rematch for all of them. We will implement the second set of plans...who?!"

Oilo said directly; however, before the words fell, he yelled out.

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

But the person who was drinking and hiding did not continue to hide.

Or rather, from the beginning. Chastain didn't want to hide.

Holding his tattered longsword, Chastain walked over from one side.

"Chastain?"

Oilo looked at the contestants in front of him in surprise.

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

The extremely sharp aura of the opponent's whole body is telling Oilo how difficult and powerful the opponent is.

Oilo waved at his subordinate.

He is very clear. Facing such a person, his subordinates are definitely not opponents. If they make a rash move, they will definitely die.

"Chastain, if you want a badge, we can give you half of it, which is the maximum amount. If you want all of it, I need to compete with you-there are countless good players in the whole hunting ground, I propose Everyone, keep enough strength!"

Oilo took two steps forward, stood in front of Chastain and said.

And Chastain seemed to be considering Oilo's proposal, and stood there for a long time without making a sound. After a while, he asked in a slightly hoarse voice, "Have you seen my apprentice?"

"Your apprentice? That brat? No!"

The other party's question made Chastain instantly think of a clever young man in his mind, but he shook his head the next moment.

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

"Thanks!"

Chastain said so, and walked to the other side.

"Hey, Chastain, be careful, some guys have already started planning to deal with Zelgon!"

Looking at Chastain's back, Oilo shouted.

And Chastain didn't seem to hear it, and walked in the direction he knew in his heart without changing his steps.

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

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

"Of course it's weird that it's a monster...Damn it. The swordsmanship competition attracted so much? What kind of monsters came out... Fortunately, Chastain was worried about his disciples, otherwise, we would all have to The army is destroyed!"

Oilo patted his chest with lingering fear.

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

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

"Exaggeration? Let me tell you... well, you don't understand what I'm telling you—quickly find some blood and smear on yourself, and 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 slapped his forehead, and ordered directly.

"Boss, what about you?"

the mercenaries asked.

"I'm at least going to really get a spot for the semi-finals, right? 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 his subordinates were all in order, he left in a flash.

...

The hunting ground, in the woods on the other side.

Sirik the Strong and Rand the Venomist confronted each other.

Xilik is a tall and strong man, and the muscles bulging all over his body are just like his nickname "Strong Man". With a tone of voice, Xilik sneered: "Rand took a punch from me. , not only your blocking arm is broken, but at least three ribs are also broken... If you stay any longer, your badge will be mine!"

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

The "Venomist" Rand, who was average in stature and dressed in a robe, looked like a wizard. He didn't pay attention to his arm with broken bones. Is rendered in a blue.

Not the blue of the sky, but dark blue.

When people look at it, they feel unknown.

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

As Silik said, he rushed towards Rand.

And the latter, not to be outdone, took out several medicine bottles.

Just when the two sides were on the verge of firing, a figure appeared beside them.

"'hyena'?!"

"Yarcher?!"

Sirik and Rand looked at the unexpected guest who suddenly appeared, and immediately. The fight stopped, and they each took a few steps back, wary of the 'hyena' Jarcher in front of them.

"'Strong One' and 'Venomist'... Tsk tsk!"

With an unintelligible voice, the thin Ercher laughed.

"You think you have the chance to win?"

Xilik snorted coldly, and glanced at Rand on the side. Immediately, the latter had more medicine bottles in his hand.

However, there have been some changes in the direction of aiming.

It's no longer Sirik, but the just-appeared Ercher.

"Don't worry, my goal is not you two guys... Or, temporarily not--before the real big trouble is solved. I think it will be more beneficial if we get along peacefully!"

Kyrgyzstan said so.

"What's the meaning?"

Sirik asked.

"Didn't you realize that there are too many corpses around? Those nobles have already united. Although their goal is Zelgon, but after Zelgon is killed... how many do you think we have?" Hope of survival?"

Ercher glanced at Xilik and Rand, and asked word by word.

"Why should I trust you?"

Sirik looked at him suspiciously.

Rand on the side had the same expression.

"It's okay not to believe me. We can prove that I'm right!"

As Ercher said, he took out a palm-sized crystal ball.

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

The traitor among the civilian contestants and the killing of the noble contestants are presented one by one.

Seeing the image in it, the expressions of Xilik and Rand changed again and again.

Especially when they saw those aristocratic and silver powerhouses forming a line and cooperating tacitly, the faces of the two were extremely ugly.

"I was just being careful. When the followers of these nobles touched these guys, I put some gadgets on them. Who knew that I made a big discovery... How about it, you two?"

Ercher looked at the two whose expressions changed. asked again.

"good!"

Hillik nodded.

"It's just temporary!"

Then, Shilik added another sentence.

Rand on the side didn't speak, but his attitude was acquiescence.

"Well, we are now a group! However, compared to those nobles, our strength is too weak. We should find a few more allies - that Zelgang, and Zha Stan. Both are good candidates."

Kyrgyzstan suggested.

Hillik and Rand nodded without objecting.

The three are working together for the time being. They stayed together cautiously.

...

"Wooooow!"

The gagged noble contestant whimpered in pain.

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

A moment later, when the sobbing of the noble contestant stopped, the owner of the palm said softly, "So that's what happened!"

"Manker, what shall we do next? Do you need to help that Lord Zelgon?"

Already waiting aside, Dicky, dressed in aristocratic attire, leaned against a tree and asked his companions.

"Your Highness just asked us to beware of His Highness Fendel, and did not offer to help that Lord Zelgang!"

The slender, handsome and rigid Manker slowly rolled up his sleeves and said calmly.

"You are the leader, of course I listen to you!"

Dicky shrugged nonchalantly.

"However, I really want to see His Royal Highness Fendel deflated!"

Manker said again.

Suddenly, Dicky was taken aback.

"Shoot directly, isn't it good?"

Dicky hesitated.

"There is no need to take action directly...someone will take action instead of us, we just need to find that one!"

As Manker said, he walked forward quickly.

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