Chapter 20 Hundred Thousand Bounty Three Heads

The Boss of the Eastern Mercenary Federation is a mysterious old guy. The biggest feature of his existence is that he uses a person's strength to make most of the mercenaries target him. Keep working hard and working tirelessly.

Ma Hu and everyone looked at Charles, who was embarrassed but looked calm. The gills flashing eyes of the old man were a little unpleasant, but there is no doubt that in this world where magicians are like treasures, an extremely rare necromancers are obviously like treasures. However, unlike most mages who are rich, elegant and proud, this necromancer looks stingy, insidious and slightly obscene.

Sahili curled his lips and muttered in a low voice, "I said that this old guy doesn't look like a good person."

The voice was very low, but Charles turned his head, looked at the Vikings, grinned and said, "Why didn't the Scandinavian sea breeze blow out the unlucky's courage?"

This sentence sounds very common to others, but after hearing the words "the unlucky man", he stood up. He looked at Charles in consternment, then pointed to the old man's face, was in a daze, and then stammered, "You, you... what do you know?"

Charles smiled with a meaningful smile, as if he had won some tricks. He said with a smile, "Stupid people will banish those geniuses because they are jealous, but obviously, you are lucky enough to hook up with such two strange guys. It's really enviable. It's really unfair that the operation will happen to you, a stingy.

The mage's posture is extremely high, which makes people mistakenly think that he knows everything. This kind of guy, who is weirder than a fortune teller, does have a lot of information that others don't know.

"Shazu." The Vikings next to him called Sahili, and Sahili waved his hand to prevent the rest of the Vikings from trying. Although a necromancer is strong, he is not strong enough to make the Vikings bow their heads. Boss Ma frowned slightly and said to himself, "Why are the Vikings called Shahili Shazu?"

As if he had seen through the sloppy doubts, Charles waved his arm as if he was stretching his waist and said lazily, "Only the excellent warriors among the Vikings will be respected by the rest of the Viking warriors, so they will add a suffix after the first syllable of the name to show their respect."

Sahili exposed his white teeth and roared, "You are so talkative."

The old man smiled, looked at Sahili, and nodded, "Just. That guy Cole often says that about me.

Then he remembered something, and Charles continued, "Tiger. House, there are not many Nile people as smart as you. Well, I know this requirement is a little weird, but my years of research really needs a very qualified guy as an experimental carrier. I'm a necromancer, and I have a lot of experience in anatomy. Er... Why does your expression become so ugly?

"Well, I think you misinterpret what I mean." Charles scratched his head, "In fact, more than half of the reason why I live in seclusion in Tamsalu is that there are often armed fights here, which can provide a large number of corpses for me to study. Now, my research on human potential has come to an end. Well, there is only a human being as good as you. Of course, for safety, I also need a little props, such as the skull of the magic dragon, the blood of the Hydra, and the heart of the one-horned horse..."

Talking about the name of Warcraft, each name will make the eyes of Vikings and Tauren jump. I'm sorry, it's all the left eye.

However, Yi Gang. The name Cole, these parts of Warcraft, are really not difficult. Even if you don't rely on the strength of the Eastern Mercenary Federation, you can rely on it alone. Cole's own strength is enough to get these precious good things.

Like Chude Lake warm-blooded crocodile, this kind of powerful warcraft is really confusing. Of course, this kind of warcraft can only excite some low-level magicians.

Looking at Charles's calm smile, he doesn't look like a vulgar magician who cheated.

The church does not oppose the existence of necromancers, because this profession is no different from other mages except for being a little weird and frightening. Even their research on the soul and human body will greatly improve the chances of ordinary people's survival, or even become stronger.

Just as Charles and Ma Hu were talking happily, the streets were full of horseshoe voices. Those people were Tamsalu postmen who delivered the message, directly supported by major chambers of commerce and mercenary regiments, because they had to convey some useful information from different places.

This time, the news is a headache.

"Great news, the Western Mercenary Federation offers a reward for Tiger. House three people, 100,000 bounty three heads! The third highest bounty in the history of Tamsalu!" Those fast horses and whips really made people a little irritable. A trace of constered flashed in front of the tauren Norton, and then muttered, "Fuck, when did we change from two thousand to 100,000?"

"Just now!" Sahili curled his lips and said.

"Do you think I'll get 30,000 gold coins by cutting off your head with an axe now?" Norton looked at Sahili and asked.

Pup!

The stingy threw a brick at the taor, "Fuck you!"

Charles, a gloomy old man, was surprised when he heard the news, and he whistled for a long time.

"Ha, those scum in the West are really fast." The old man was a little arrogant, as if he didn't pay attention to the Western Mercenary Federation, and he could flatten the momentum of the Western Mercenary Federation with a big order.

"Look, your trouble is coming. Tiger. House, if you are willing to make a little sacrifice for my magic, I promise that you will be fine in Tamsalu. Charles's cunning and fox-like smiling face made Boss Ma say with no expression, "Is it okay in Tamsalu? What about out of Tamsalu City? I was cut into meat mud and didn't do anything to you? I said, Charles, you don't think of me as a brainless pig, do you?"

When Charles saw that the language trap was broken in one fell swoop, he was not only not embarrassed and embarrassed, but also shrugged his shoulders and said casually, "You see, your intelligence is not low, and you are really the best candidate for my experiment. Compared with those idiots with muscles, I really can't give up the best like you.

Ma Hu didn't kill this chattering old man with a knife. Except for the need to kill him, most importantly, it seems that the old man has a little power to shut up the Western Mercenary Federation, even though he killed Black Jack's Jack. Barak.

Using other people's knives is a smart person's choice.

By the way, now the three bitches in Songye Village... are also people with a bounty of more than ten thousand.

Thinking of this, Ma Hu was not only not afraid, but also became more and more complacent.