Chapter 480 Preliminary Slaughter III

On the side of the lake in the hunting grounds.

Andro and several noble contestants guarded the civilian contestants who 'joined' their camp, but the means were not friendly.

The binding of the rope is just a foundation.

More is the use of shackles.

And when the shackles appeared, Andro, who was not too stupid, finally discovered that the fencing competition he was looking forward to had already deviated from the original track.

Whether it was the few noble contestants with gold badges in the distance, or the civilian contestants who suddenly "joined" around him, Andro felt confused and uneasy.

It was as if his whole body had sunk into the swamp mud, which made him feel oppressed and out of breath.

"Damn it! How dare you bite me!"

A loud noise around him attracted Andro's attention——

An aristocratic contestant is punching and kicking a teenager.

He had some impressions of that young man, because of his age and the fact that he was always accompanied by a plainly dressed man with a tattered scabbard in his hand.

Because that man looked so much like a farmer, he didn't have any aura of a knight or a warrior at all.

This impression, coupled with pity for the boy, made Andro stand up and walk over.

"Hey Bowie stop it! He's just a kid!"

Andro patted the noble contestant on the shoulder.

The latter glanced at Andro, and then, after kicking the boy's lower abdomen fiercely, he stopped, but. Facing the smiling Andro. The noble contestant carried a wave of disdain.

"You are lucky to have chosen the right faction. Otherwise, you... However, I hope your luck continues to be with you!"

In the sarcastic remarks, there are words with unclear meanings.

After finishing speaking, the noble contestant turned around and walked aside, leaving Andro on the spot.

Andro frowned, he had already guessed something, but he couldn't choose. Or powerless to choose.

"Drink it, it's good for your injury!"

Andro took out a potion and handed it to the boy.

"snort!"

The young man snorted coldly, but the next moment he took the potion in his hand, but the rope was tied up, making it difficult for him to uncork the bottle with his hands, and he could only use the cooperation of his mouth and hands.

Snapped!

The cork was opened, and the boy poured all the medicine down his stomach without saying a word.

Then, he sat there, dazed in a daze.

Kurok, who has never experienced killing. At this moment, the scene of the previous massacre is completely in my mind.

After making an appointment with his teacher, he waited somewhere in the woods of the hunting ground. And here, there is not only him, but also a team of seven or eight people.

These people were all civilians, and they already had good relationships in the camp.

Even after entering the hunting ground, both sides maintained a certain friendship.

And just when the other party persuaded him to join the other party's team, two noble contestants appeared, and a one-sided massacre involuntarily occurred.

Seeing helplessly, the person who was smiling at him just a moment ago fell into a pool of blood, and Kulock trembled all over.

Instinctively, he wanted to resist, but...

He was knocked to the ground with great ease.

'His teacher is very good, His Highness values ​​him very much, let him live! '

Such words made Kurok understand why he had a completely different fate from those who died.

Inexplicable emotions surged from the bottom of the boy's heart, and tears flowed out uncontrollably.

"You, are you okay?"

Andro looked at the suddenly crying boy, startled involuntarily, and then subconsciously comforted him.

"I want to become stronger, stronger, and I want to kill..."

Before the boy finished speaking, Andro covered his mouth. Andro shook his head slightly, with a serious expression, but he didn't say a word.

Andro looked into the distance.

There a few more Gold Badge entrants showed up.

Each of them carried a bag in their hands——

Wow!

When the bag was untied and the mouth of the bag was flushed down, a large number of badges fell from the bag and fell to the ground.

Looking at those badges, Andro's eyes were sad, and the boy's eyes were terrified.

Both men understood that each badge represented a life.

It's just that these lives are extremely important to some people, and for some people——

"Ludiko, did you do a good job!"

A gold badge contestant looked at the badge on the ground and couldn't help laughing.

"As for His Highness's order, it is natural that you need to complete it seriously!"

Mooulu, who was beside Ludiko, also smiled.

But Ludiko, who was being talked about by the two, had a cold face and didn't mean to speak at all.

"You know, Ludiko has been like this since what happened to Lord Fedok!"

Mo Oulu explained to the other party, and the latter shrugged his shoulders to express his understanding.

"Let's go, Lord Asirofa, I've been waiting for you!"

The gold badge contestant said this, and at the same time, walked to the other side.

Ludiko and Mo Oulu followed quickly.

There, five gold badge contestants stood or sat, forming a small circle, and in this small circle, one person was so conspicuous.

Not only because of his tall and strong body, but also because of a sharp aura that ordinary people cannot ignore.

That strong sense of sharpness is like putting a long sword around your neck.

Therefore, even if there are the same silver-level powerhouses standing around, everyone will focus on this person and ignore other silver-level powerhouses.

"Master Asrofa!"

The silver-level powerhouse who brought Ludiko and Mooulu back to the team respectfully addressed the man in front of him.

"Um!"

Asrofa glanced at Ludiko and Mooulu in front of him through his pale pupils, and immediately, the two were in a state of excitement. Even Ludiko, who had been expressionless all the time, trembled all over his body. Until Aslofa nodded. Only then did the two of them fight among the surrounding silver-level powerhouses as if they had received an amnesty.

"Master Asrofa, everything is ready—the bait has gathered all the fish!"

A silver-ranked strongman came out to report.

"What about Mankel and the others?"

Asirofa spoke, and a hoarse sound sounded like metal rubbing against each other.

"Manker and the others are also approaching the bait!" The silver-level powerhouse said slowly: "They have already discovered the abnormality, so they will definitely unite together—even if the 'soul torturer' 'It's the same, in the face of absolute strength, he must also bow his head!"

"Where is our big fish, Your Excellency Zelgon?"

Aslofa did not deny it. He didn't acknowledge the other party's statement, and instead asked about Dean's whereabouts.

"After several fights, the opponent disappeared into the hunting ground..."

When Dean was mentioned, the silver-level powerhouse frowned.

"disappear?"

Asirofa's pale eyes looked at the silver-level powerhouse in front of him, and the dissatisfaction in his tone immediately made the latter tremble.

"I'm going to investigate again soon..."

Trembling, without the slightest dignity of a silver-level powerhouse, the silver-level powerhouse said immediately.

"hurry up!"

Aslofa said hoarsely.

"Yes, my lord!"

The silver-level powerhouse immediately ran towards the open space with a companion——

This is a newly cleared land.

The soil is full of moisture, but there are magical inscriptions appearing on it. But let this moistness become solidified, as hard as cement being poured.

And at this gathering point of magic inscriptions. The ten crystal balls kept showing the situation in the entire hunting ground.

Two silver-level powerhouses manipulated the crystal ball very skillfully, looking for Dean's trace.

While they were engrossed, they didn't notice a black shadow approaching silently.

Or……

They couldn't imagine that within the perception range of the seven silver-level powerhouses, there would still be someone approaching here silently.

As for Aslofa?

Asluofa, who has the title of "Sword of Moco", can no longer be regarded as a silver level, although the same cannot be regarded as a gold level.

...

"There are at least eight silver ranks on the opposite side!"

The 'Hyena' raised his head and raised his nose, and said so after a while.

"Eight?"

Sirik the Strong and Rand the Venomist looked at each other and frowned.

"No, we have to find more helpers, otherwise, there is no chance of winning!"

The 'Strong Man' Shilik shook his head, and brought up the previously rejected proposal again—although he was also the biggest vetoer when he was vetoed before.

"I agree!"

'Venomist' Rand nodded.

"I have no opinion, maybe we just need to be patient and want to find... who?!"

'Hyena' suddenly shouted loudly, and the 'Hercules' and 'Venomist' beside them put on a fighting stance at the same time.

"We have no malicious intentions!"

Manker and Dicky walked out from the side slowly.

"'Soul Torturer' Mankel!"

The three civilian contestants with gold badges exclaimed.

"It's an honor to meet everyone... Take it easy, I think we're in the same camp for the time being—those guys, I don't have the confidence to fight alone!"

Manker spread out his slender hands, expressing his helplessness.

However, Sirik the Strong, Rand the Venomist, and Jarcher the Hyena took a step back in unison, looking at those slender hands with a little horror.

"Mankel, you scare others!"

Dicky on the side shrugged and said.

At this time, the three people on the opposite side seemed to have discovered Dicky.

"'Shining' Dickie!"

There was an exclamation not much lower than before.

The three civilian contestants with gold badges looked at each other—they could have sworn they hadn't spotted the two on the gold badged team before.

In other words... the five senses were deliberately 'covered' by someone!

Subconsciously, the three looked at the soul torturer.

"I just reduce some troubles, but it doesn't seem to be useful!"

Manker frankly admitted.

And just when the three of them wanted to ask something, a sharp aura suddenly appeared behind them, and the next moment another same sharp but more violent aura appeared at the lake.

Clang!

It was as if the clash of two long swords sounded in everyone's ears.

"Asirofa, who is the other one?"

The 'Soul Torturer' was stunned, and looked behind him where the breath appeared.

However, at this moment——

Roar!

A high-pitched dragon chant suddenly appeared at the lake, resounding throughout the hunting ground.

ps first update~

Last night, a box of old yogurt before going to bed made decadence go to the toilet all night...

Now my legs are weak...

Pit! (To be continued..)

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