Chapter 22 Lord of Tamsalu [1]

After all, Keldra's country aristocrats can't understand why a seemingly brainless guy can become a fork. Of course, I'm afraid old Feng Ke can't understand if he wants to break his head, Tiger. How can a bastard like House become the boss of Tamsalu? However, it is impossible for this guy to make those animals understand what is really bravery and courage. Wisdom has little to do with age.

When leaving Mustave, the slightly embarrassed Boss Ma knew very well that it was absolutely impossible for a good man to survive in this world full of bastards.

He is very lucky that neither partner is a good bird. They are both bastards who rely on impulse and ** to make a living. It's not an exaggeration to describe these three guys. At the beginning, the old Sa of Mustve Tavern saw at a glance that the three bitches were a perfect match. Although a noble lady in the Roma Empire was kicked in the buttocks by Boss Ma at that time, it did not prevent the three animals coming to Tamsalu so much. When he heard that Boss Ma blew up the ** of the legendary leader of the Black Jack Mercenary Regiment, Lao Sa, who was a hundred miles away, knew how lucky he was that such a guy called his brother so close.

"Rufft III doesn't look like a fool, so my answer is very simple. If you want to attract a bastard of my grade, he has to spend some money." Boss Ma's understatement made the internal discussion of the whole Black Tiger Mercenary Corps a little deformed. Those arrogant Estonian nobles were slightly frightened to count ants in a corner for the first time.

God knows that neurotic Tiger. Will Mr. House throw them into Lake Chude to feed the giant crocodiles?

In order to make a guy who doesn't know whether he is a flying knight of the Nile Empire feel happy, His Majesty the King of Estonia has spent enough money. In order to kill the opponent of the Principality of Narval as soon as possible, Laft III has made up his mind that before spending the Grand Duke of Narval **, any of the little guy Compromise is acceptable, so this mentality makes Boss Ma want to die and can't stop.

Since you can enjoy a ** woman's massage, why do you have to go to a low-end fireworks place to endure that kind of yellow-faced bitch?

"Do you still expect me to praise you for your good evaluation of a king?" Sahili rolled his eyes and it was not a good habit to despise the king of a country, especially for a warrior like him who had been taught with great loyalty.

But... Then again, where on earth does this bastard have anything to do with the samurai dogma?

So their shamelessness became unique again, and their contemptuous eyes became the stupid way for the three animals to secretly interact with each other.

Boss Ma shook his head and felt that Sahili's brain had become stiff. Only the bullhead Norton pointed to Sahili with a smile and said, "This guy's head is funny."

"Well said!"

"Incisive!"

Charles's dead face and Boss Ma made peace with each other. Sahili's face became more and more uncomfortable. He curled his lips and said disdainfully, "I'm a pure-blooded Viking warrior."

"Exile?" Norton asked rhetorical.

"Fuck you!" Sahili raised a middle finger to express his true inner thoughts.

Obviously, the trio of bitches is not a performance artist. They are very skilled in bragging and farting, as if Boss Ma pretended to be the apostle of the god of war Elbap. In fact, this gimmick is very interesting. At least half of the Vikings and Tauren seduced by Sahili and Norton believe the nonsense of the two bastards. The bloodline theory of these fighting races is a little outrageous when it comes to the immortals.

Uh... Of course, Boss Ma does not mean to discriminate against these fighting races. Strictly speaking, his purpose is very simple. Let the fool on the throne of the King of Estonia know that in Tamsalu, he, a seemingly unrulenty gangster, is actually very useful.

"So do you think Raft III will agree to our terms? You see, his right-hand man, Crocker, is waiting outside and letting a king and minister wait. This is a fucking trouble. Lao Sha became a little excited. If he didn't stay up late, it was likely to be a chicken move, but in any case, let a king's right-hand man can only sing and conquer like swallowing bitter water, which makes Boss Ma very happy, which is not general.

It seems that when I was on a mission, I saw the enemy's nurse bathing in a mountain spring, so in addition to getting a lot of information, I can also solve the long-term sexual hunger and thirst. There are not many situations where physiological needs and battlefield needs are met at the same time. Of course, if a beautiful woman takes off her clothes and must throw her arms, then the best way is to kill the woman on the spot. You know, such a woman is really vicious.

"We are not romantic poets. Well, at least I'm not." Ma Li grinned and looked at Sachili. The Viking man stared at Ma Li. The tauren beside him chewed two mouthfuls of fat sausages and said sullenly, "I really want to rush out and kill those bastards."

"Use your dick to kill them?" The words of the Viking man almost choked Norton to death.

Charles slammed and shook his head. He really couldn't stand this nonsensical discussion.

Charles, who slipped out and wiped his sweat while walking, increasingly admired Boss Ma's determination. This supreme strength really made Charles feel how powerful Boss Ma's psychological quality is. Even the tauren and Sahili can stand it. Is there anything impossible in the world?

"Guys! Estonia is seven times the size of Narval!" Boss Ma glanced at Charles's back and whispered.

"65,000, a total of 13 standing legions. Near the Tamsalu area, there are 5,000 troops. The capital of Raft III is much better than that of the guys in the east." At this time, Shahili also changed into a serious face and added, "Those guys who think Estonia is weak are fucking cheated by Raft III. How can the guys who can be arrogant in the Baltic Sea be ordinary people?"

Norton, who chewed the sausage, swallowed the food in his mouth fiercely, and then seemed to say in a low voice, "If there is no mistake, this time, it should be the military adventure of Raft III, Tamsalu City, is his offensive bridgehead!"

The three guys swept the sloof just now, and the three guys were really shrewd, strong and cunning. How can the old man Charles understand the details of the three bitches?

"Well, guys, we are really taking risks this time. Lord of Tamsalu, how about this noun? Boss Ma smiled. Norton, beside him, wiped the grease from the corners of his mouth with his thumb and smiled, "It's the most wonderful thing."

"I think Crocker is a little impatient. This is really an exciting moment." Sahili finally said with an evil smile.