You…… You…… How dare you talk to me like that?
Prince Sark of Maze was furious after hearing Drogba’s words. As a prince of a mighty empire, he was only weaker than a few people and more powerful than millions! There were a ton of soldiers and masters under his command, and his status was prestigious! The fact that the warrior of a little kingdom talked to him in such a rude manner made him so mad that he couldn’t even speak properly, and his elegance and demeanor of a prince were all lost.
Hehe, Your Highness, please calm down; he is not worthy! Although this bug of Chambord is a Moon-Class Elite, he is half dead! I only need to strike him once to decapitate him! Your Highness could use his head as a ball and kick it for fun!
A bearded master of Maze stood out from behind Prince Sark and said with a vicious grin.
He was stunned by Drogba’s fearlessness and battle-hunger, but he couldn’t wait to jump out now. He could tell that Drogba was severely injured from the previous battle. After all, [Bitter Murder God] Elm was an infamous Moon-Class Elite of the [Wind Horse Mercenary Group], but Drogba was only someone who recently reached this level.
Although Drogba surprised everyone and killed his opponent, he was severely injured. Without his combat abilities, this bearded master of Maze thought he could take advantage of this situation.
Ok! Really torture him and don’t let him die to fast! I need this bug whine and cry as his blood gets drained from him!
Prince Sark said in hatred.
Don’t worry, Your Highness! I will make this bug regret ever being born!
the bearded master replied.
He walked a few steps forward and instantly released his aura. Streaks of blue warrior energy flames enveloped him, and splashing sounds of water resonated in the area as if there were endless ocean waves. It was clear that he was a Moon-Class Elite.
Drogba couldn’t even stand up straight at the moment. It was impossible for him to fight another Moon-Class Elite.
Sitting in one of the VIP areas, a handsome young man who had blond hair lightly sighed. He looked at the young king who already set foot on the ninth level of the platform and felt like it was time for him to do work. Just as he turned around, smiled at the two beautiful girls who were in tight-fit bodysuits, and was about to stand up, something happened again.
Whoosh!!!!! Bam!!!!!!!!
A loud, ear-piercing noise sounded, and a dash of green warrior energy flames fell from the sky as if it was another meteor. It smashed onto the ground and left a long tail in the sky.
When the dust settled, everyone looked there and was stunned again.
After a moment of silence, everyone looked at [War Pirate] Mellberg in sympathy.
At this moment, Mellberg himself shivered, and his eyes turned bright red. The insane amount of anger and pain put him in a berserk mode; even his face was twisted.
It turned out that the other Moon-Class Elite of the [Wind Horse Mercenary Group] who was fighting Torres in the sky died!
He had a hoarse voice and a gloomy expression, and his death was also tragic.
A mystic black arrow that had a silver glare shot this mage in the heart from above and pinned him onto the ground! The arrow penetrated his left chest and destroyed his ribs and heart, and it killed this ice-elemental mage who was scary to many people and nailed his corpse right next to [Bitter Murder God] Elm.
Masters died!
The two masters of the [Wind Horse Mercenary Group], the Moon-Class Elites who were like left and right arms of [War Pirate] Mellberg, the two infamous people who dominated over the region and had their hands stained in blood……
They had been through thousands of battles and killed many powerful masters! Who could have thought that they would fail at the little Chambord Kingdom, dying before having the opportunity to escape?
It was deadly silent.
To the [Wind Horse Mercenary Group], it was a huge blow! Chapter 666: Deaths of Masters (Part Two)
After today, this no.1 mercenary group in the region of 500,000 kilometers around Zenit would fall in rankings! After losing about 40% of its top-tier combat power, this title wouldn’t belong to them anymore.
As people started to gasp and murmur, a cloud of green warrior energy flames appeared on the square.
After the warrior energy flames died down, [Son of Wind] Torres appeared beside Drogba. He was in a much better condition compared to [Black-Haired Vicious Fist]. Except for a layer of blue frost under his knees, there weren’t any injuries on him. As his long blond hair fluttered in the wind, his handsome face and slender figure were shined upon by the moon, making him look like a holy elf.
The murmurs on the square finally reached an unstoppable level!
It got louder and louder.
In the end, almost everyone couldn’t suppress their shocks and started chatting amongst themselves while ignoring the reactions of people like Mellberg.
It seemed like Second Prince Dominguez was already used to this. As he lightly squinted his eyes, no one knew what he was thinking about. On the other hand, Oka the dog looked around in his arms, acting very energetic and curious.
[Demonic Woman] Paris was so shocked that her beautiful face twitched as her mouth opened to an O-shaped, and [Red Beard] Granello was rubbing his face subconsciously while pulling out his beard, that he treasured, one hair at a time.
The mysterious gold-masked Group Leader of the [Fire Blood Mercenary Group] sat still on the chair. Since this gold mask blocked this person’s face, others didn’t know what the reaction was. Instead, the three giant warriors who were standing behind this person got excited.
These three warriors were only wearing tight-fit leather shorts, and they weren’t wearing anything on the top. With their axes on their backs, it was clear that the ferociousness of the warriors of Chambord stirred up their battle-hunger as well.
Prince Gurkov of Bordeaux looked excited, but the four young knights who were dressed in fancy armors behind him were scared. As their faces paled, they looked down and didn’t dare to glance at that demon-like young king on the platform.
In the area where the people of the Holy Church were sitting, Priest Zola and Holy Knight Luciano’s faces paled as well. They were sweating a lot, and their clothes were soaked. However, the white-haired elderly priest who was sitting beside them already calmed down, and he was looking around with a confident smile on his face as if he were watching a show
The best part wasn’t here yet!
…….
-In the center of the square-
The sudden change surprised that bearded Moon-Class Elite of Maze, and he stopped his steps.
He was confident in dealing with Drogba who was severely injured, but he was no longer sure of himself when Torres landed. He wasn’t a ferocious warrior in the first place, and he only jumped out when he saw he could take advantage of the situation. Since the situation had changed, he started to hesitate.
Yuck! How could such a coward say that he can decapitate me?
Drogba sneered with disdain when he saw this.
Although Torres just stood there and didn’t say anything, the mocking smirk on his face told everyone how he felt about this.
What are you waiting for! Go and kill him!
Prince Sark of Maze was embarrassed by this, and he shouted angrily.
After various expressions appeared on this bearded Moon-Class Elite’s face, he clenched his teeth and looked like a prisoner who was about to be hung. As he looked at the two masters of Chambord, he hesitated and said,
This is a two on one, and it is not fair. If you have the guts, fight me one on one!
Hahaha!
Drogba instantly laughed out loud, and the mockery wasn’t hidden at all.
Torres lightly shook his head and smiled uncontrollably as well.
What? You guys don’t have the guts?
This bearded man was truly talented. He let go of everything and stuffed his honor and dignity into his underwear. He provoked,
If you aren’t daring enough, get the fck out of my face! I don’t want to fight with two cowards!
