In the bored waiting, the sky gradually became late. The moonlight quietly showed its sharp tip, gently radiating a soft silver light. Broly, who was sitting cross-legged on the stone chair, suddenly frowned and whispered: "Something is wrong. Could it be, go, go out and find the team leader."

Broly, who had been waiting for a long time, finally knew something was wrong, because Kens and the others usually came back very early. Even if they couldn't come back because of something, he would ask Befa to come back to notify him. However, today, neither of them came back first, and there was no news about Badas who went out to find them.

Mo Fei, who was practicing arrows, heard Broly's low shout, and also noticed the abnormality. His face changed. He quickly put away the bow and arrow without saying a word, and looked straight at Broly. Looking at Mo Fei's eyes, Broly understood that he wanted to find a way himself. Broly thought for a while and said, "Go out and look for the shops around him, and you should be able to find out some news."

After hearing Broly's words, he nodded and rushed out quickly. Broly jumped off the stone chair. Just as he was about to go out, Mo Fei's shout suddenly came from outside the door: "Broly, come here, the commander."

After hearing this, Broly ran out quickly, looking at Kens, Befa and Badas, Kens, Befa had already fallen into a coma, a cold light flashed through his eyes and asked, "What's going on?"

The dwarf jumped straight into pain on the side, with anger on his face: "Isn't it that bastard of the fantasy mercenary group? I met them on the street today and were beaten like this by their leader. If it weren't for the end, the city guards would have come, we might not have come back."

After hearing this, Broly's mouth saw an extremely cold smile. The strong murderous aura was released from Broly's body in an instant, and the air dropped several degrees instantly. At this time, Broly said calmly: "Can you help the leader and the others in first."

May he nodded gently when he heard Broly's words and said, "Okay."

Broly smiled and said, "Haha, don't they want to play? I'll go and accompany them."

Could it be that Broly's strength was not much worried and said, "Well, be careful."

After watching Mo Fei helping the last Badas into the gate, Broly smiled coldly and said, "Hehe, hurting my friend Broly admits, you have to pay the price of bleeding." His tone was plain but murderous intent. Broly turned around and turned to the nearby weapon store, bought two weapons casually, and then walked quietly on the wide bluestone ground, looking at the brightly lit house not far away.

"Fantasy Mercenary Group," the magical font of the big fight looked extremely dazzling on the dark night. Listening to the loud laughter from inside, Broly couldn't help but sneer: "Are you very happy? You will be happier later."

There were two lazy mercenaries standing at the door, holding their arms, glanced inside from time to time, full of envy, "Hey, boy, what are you doing when you stand here? Get out of here, don't you know if this is the place for the fantasy mercenary group?" The burly man on the left looked at Broly who was walking step by step with an upset face, and scolded.

The big man on the right had to be more delicate. He looked at the person who came with a calm look on his face. He said with a cautious reminder, "Boy, who are you? But if you want to find someone? My group leader is inside, you have to think about it yourself."

Broly smiled after hearing the words of the man on the right, "Your regiment commander is here too? That would be even better."

The two mercenaries guarding the gate were relieved when they heard this. They thought they were the group leader’s friends and were about to greet each other with a smile. At this time, Broly’s words made their smiles stiff, "It just happened to be killed."

The big man on the right heard Broly's words growling, "Dragon, call me." He pulled out the big sword from his waist and slashed it, and at the same time he did not forget to remind the brothers behind him to go to the alarm.

Broly smiled when he heard the words of the man on the right, "Haha, don't go, I'll go in later." After that, Broly instantly drew his sword and almost at the same time, a blood mark appeared between the two man's necks.

Both men opened their eyes wide with disbelief, and then Broly walked forward. Along the way, the sword light was scattered, without any unnecessary sound, soft-hearted? Mercy? Broly would not have such emotions. Looking at the brightly lit house near the front, Broly smiled coldly. As he came over, he killed many people when he encountered obstacles.

He kicked open the door panel and looked at the crowd inside with a cold eyes, silently. The person sitting at the top was about thirty years old, wearing a gray magic robe. On his chest, there were two moons, a star, a seventh-level, earth-type magician engraved in a badge.

Looking at the blood dripping from the tip of Broly's sword, he slowly stood up. He knew in his heart that all the guards in the courtyard had been dealt with. His eyes flashed with a ruthless look, but he said calmly: "Little brother, I'm the leader of the fantasy mercenary group, Motu, I wonder what you have to do?"

Broly raised his eyes slightly, and said with a smile on his lips: "Are you the leader of the fantasy mercenary group? Are you injured Kens?"

Hearing Broly's question, Motu's mouth twitched slightly and said dryly, "Oh hehe, little brother may be a little misunderstanding... It's like this... Little."

Broly's cold words directly interrupted his quibbling, "Is it or not?"

A young magician located below the mound shouted angrily at Broly's arrogant attitude: "Damn it, little bastard, who do you think you are? How dare you talk to our leader like this? Let me tell you, our boss is seven..."

Before he could speak, a head had soared into the sky, and Motu's pupils suddenly shrank. What speed was this??? Just now, he only saw the young man at the door, his body swayed slightly, and in just a blink of an eye, he had already killed the people around him and returned to his original place. His heart was extremely cold...

Where did Kens get such a strong man? Damn, why is there no news? Suddenly, I blurted out, "You are the one who hurt Wukai?"

Broly nodded without caring at all and said, "It's me right."

"Haha, little brother... mud burial..." Motu, who laughed for two times, suddenly changed his voice and directly drank a high-level magic. The hall shook, and the hard ground quickly turned into a mud, wrapping Broly's feet tightly. Motu smiled grimly: "Boy, you are too arrogant. Although you are extremely fast, I want to see how you come out in this mud? The third brother shot an arrow." A cold shout woke up the people around him.

Then the bow and arrow stood up, and the arrow pointed with a green light that locked Broly in the pool far away.
Chapter completed!