Chapter 2 The Snarr of the Tauren [2]

It is rare for three bitches to behave like a group of idiots in front of everyone, but who knows how much? Maybe one day Tiger. House will also have a true confession, which may make everyone shocked. You know, this bastard can do anything. The three men who left Mustavee wanted to do something, earth-shaking or something else, but they always didn't want to shrink. Even if they had been spit all over their faces, they should be like a man at this time.

However, it is obvious that the sadness of the tare is somewhat unacceptable. It is almost impossible for a strong man to survive without resentment after being expelled by his own people. Norton did not retaliate against the group of conscienceless white bulls, which was already full of benevolence. If you force something more, it's really a little bit annoying.

"Bastard! Do you think your fist is very powerful? You are a greedy and lustful scum who talks nonsense all day long!" Norton's anger can obviously be vented, and his opponent is the mean Sahili, so it seems more evenly. The people on both sides shouted there, hoping that this group of bastards could fight for another three or five minutes, beating it with shocking ghosts and gods, which made people's hearts excited and excited!

"Shut up your stupid mouth on your stupid head. What right do you have to talk about me? You are an unbred and unclassified scum buffalo!"

Boom!

Two heavy heads collided with each other, and the two super invincible and strong guys immediately appeared on their heads. This level of fighting was very spectacular. The whole city of Tamsalu seemed to have heard this shocking news within a minute.

Well, two of the three bitches are fighting with each other? And it's hard to part with each other?

Whether it's a martial artist or a good guy, they all came here at this moment. Looking at the two guys there like two buffaloes against each other, they had no intention of giving in. At this moment, the sound of cheering overshadowed all the voices in the world like a tide. It's so powerful. These two bastards are simply iron-blooded. The ultimate example of a warrior!

"Hey! Men, look, what is the man of Tamsalu? This is it! Long live the great Mustave, long live the Tauren Norton Warrior, and the fierce Sahili Warrior! Huh, look, this is the battle of men, blood and white bones, steel and strength! Omnipotent--"

The fight in this scene was definitely a shocking shock. Master Ma muttered, "Fuck him, two idiots fought so fiercely?"

However, at this time, there has been no racial dispute for a long time, but the pure venting of two warriors and two men.

Perhaps Norton's depression led Sahili's anger. Anyway, the two bastards fought more fiercely and neatly. Between their hands and feet, there was no such thing as the street gangster's self-esteem, but the kind of master-level master demeanor. The big coincidence is clumsy, and the big coincidence is not work. Between the fists and feet, it is full of tigers and wind. It is very powerful and strong. It can bring the greatest damage almost without thinking. However, it is obvious that the resistance of the two men is first-class, and there is not even a slight barrier. It's all pure attack, fist to meat, bang bang, the voice is extremely horrible, frightening and frightening. It is no exaggeration to say that these two men may be one of the purest warriors in the world. And he is the kind of extremely powerful warrior.

Seeing this scene, the warriors who distinguish the strong warriors by the rank division are immediately full of cows, those who set the rules should die immediately, and those who believe in all this should be the two **** flowers in front of them, and then cross and circle a hundred times a hundred times.

Norton! Do you think you are a powerful warrior? Do you think you are a doom fighter after following the tiger several painless victories? No! You are nothing. In front of me, in front of the battlefield, you are just a fucking son of a bitch. When I led the Vikings to fight around, you were fucking fighting in the streets and alleys of Yohevi!" Sahili's fist became more and more fierce and fierce. For a moment, Norton's head was full of big bags, but obviously Norton would not make this miser much better. The counterattack fist naturally also had extremely powerful power. Even if Sahili's muscles were strong, he could not stand the stormy bombardment of the tauren.

There are extremely strong fists on both sides. Those who want to intervene or want to persuade each other immediately stop. At the same time, they are appalled and have a little admiration. Such a man is the real man. Who is a man? Who is the warrior? Who is the strongest warrior of Tamsalu?

Well, it's them, it's Sahili, it's Norton!

"Come on! Come on, Sahili! Kick his ass, kick his ass--"

The Vikings never spared their own rubbish, and immediately attracted the laughter of countless people. The screaming Vikings knocked on their shields with their swords and made a banging sound, which was shocking and touching, and it was a little barbaric, full of the free and toughness of the northern madmen.

"Who is the iron-blooded man?"

"No~don!"

"Who is the Super Warrior?"

"No~don!"

The bullsman sings and is not inferior to the Vikings at all. There are more and more onlookers, which seems to be the battle of the century. This kind of powerful confrontation, the strongest against the strongest, is exciting and satisfying.

Those intern non-commissioned officers from Portsmouth Sergeant College have a deep feeling of how profound the powerful Black Tiger Mercenary Corps is at this moment. With these two fierce men in front of us, I'm afraid that no mercenary regiment in the world can compare.

The one-on-one is already so fierce that it matches their brave name as always. This is really a powerful group.

However, compared with the extremely fierceness in the field, the two strong men who are like prehistoric beasts are extremely low-key and easily suppress the Tigers on both sides who are ready to move the Vikings and Tauren. House, it really makes people feel fear. If the two men are just open and strong, then hide in such a complete Tiger. House, what is that?

The Vikings and the Tauren shouted more happily, but they still didn't do it. Even most people have taken back the scabbard of the sword and had no intention of preparing for a fight. Tiger. House's prestige can be seen that such a strong courage has such an overwhelming advantage in momentum, the fierce beast Tiger. House, it lives up to its reputation.

"Come on, kid, kiss your father's ass and let you see how a really excellent warrior fights. Don't be as weak as a woman. Come on, come and try it. Let me see, what ability do you have to accomplish such a feat. Hahahaha..." Sahili's fist staggered, looking like he was going to box. He waved his fist, but he made Norton suffer a lot of losses, which looked embarrassed.

But soon Sahili will know Norton's strength.

In fact, the two guys never know what each other's strength is, but when the two sides break out this time, they will have the idea of competing. As for sloppy, forget it. No one will think it's wise to challenge that guy.

Looking back on the past, the three of them were in Matsuba Village in Mustave, that kind of Tiger. House's overwhelming power is simply a nightmare. That kind of strength is horrible. It will always only make you feel a little short of people, but in fact, they have been half a street ahead of you. This is the real gap in strength.

"Crazy!"

The tautman's eyes are blood-red, and he looks like a beast is crazy. This is madness. The depth of the orcs is crazy. The strength is increased several times, and the reaction and agility are increased several times. Once the fist is waved out, it is absolutely a flying sand and a stone. Ordinary weapons can only be abused into scum.

Bang bang! Shahili was bombarded three times in a row and retreated a few steps. Shahili laughed and said, "Crazy? Hey hey hey hey... You're not the only one who can do such a trick..."

Shahili is also crazy. This muscular power produces an extremely strong momentum. The two people screaming are like two ancient giant beasts, provoking and fighting with each other.

The madness of the Vikings is the reason why they can be called mad warriors by most people.

Chikov, the envoy of the Slavic Empire who observed here, witnessed this rare super master duel. When he judged who won again and again and again, he always overturned it again and again. At this time, he could not be sure who was stronger.

The toughness and tyranny of the two men left a deep impression on Chikov. Obviously, even the tough Slavic Empire may not have such a thrilling fight. If there is no murderous spirit, it is not enough for people to take action, as if it is a kind of shame. This kind of trump card is a way of fighting, which is too cautious. I'm afraid that no other two people in the world will do this way of fighting.

"My God, is this the real strength of the three Mustaves? Unbelievable..."

Calcutta, the dean of the non-commissioned officer's college in Portsmouth, witnessed the grand occasion, although in fact, he came to see what Daphne was doing this time. But what I didn't expect was that his visit would encounter such a valuable thing. I'm afraid that giving him a thousand gold coins will not be exchanged for this rare opportunity.

This kind of battle between warriors and warriors is full of the spirit of killing. The battle between the two seems to be a battle between the two armies. At the same time of the great strength duel, he is looking forward to the other party's mistakes or revealing his weak links.

Left hook, over-the-shoulder fall, inserting eyes, kicking the crotch, how to be obscene. The moves of the two are not fixed at all, as if the children are more powerful than each other. You give me a punch, and I will give you another punch, but the speed is extremely fast and will not give you time to breathe at all, like two walruses, majestic, so aggressive and aggressive!

"Ha! Poor Viking miser, aren't you stubborn? Don't you think it's easy to talk? Why don't you talk about it now? Repair me? Come on! Show me your strength!" The fists are so fierce, bang bang, strong, full of tyranny and murderous spirit, bright horns, Dangdang, bumping together, like two giant shields, immediately shaking away, overturning the surrounding crowd.

"Ah? Can't you help it after all, you bastard? I thought you were just a soft egg, a delicate woman! Hey hey hey hey..."

The conversation between the two guys makes people feel that they used to be excellent partners, but for some reason, the Vikings and Tauren around them feel that the more the two bastards scold each other like this, the better the relationship seems to be. Is this the legendary iron-blooded friendship?

Well, those who say this nonsense are all idiots. No one will think that this feeling will be much better, especially the two guys they face are so strong and confident.

People look at Tiger from time to time. At House, he wanted to see something from the man's eyes, but unfortunately, there was nothing. Only indifferent and ruthless eyes, as if cold and without any anger, like a dead person, nothing can be seen.

Occasionally, an evil smile hangs from the corners of his mouth, which makes the people standing next to him unconsciously shiver. This is Tiger. House, the guy who claims to be more arrogant and cruel than the devil. This guy is a fierce beast and a prehistoric beast!

"You bastard, shouldn't you find a wet nurse to breastfeed you? Or find a new woman to shut you up? Come on--

One fist hit Nuodu's chin to the sky, er, with a continuous set of combined punches, bombarding the upper body of the taautou man, making a sound like a big drum bursting, full of left and right, buzzing and vibrating, with endless power.

"Uh..."

Norton seemed to be at a loss in his eyes, but his muscles were still not relaxed. His fists were clenched, as if he were thinking about something. In his eyes, he felt that everything in the world had been slowed down. Tiger. House's sneer, Sahili's fist, and the shouts of everyone around him seemed to be getting farther and farther away from him, as if they were in space.

Suddenly, the bastard's counterattack was no worse than that of the Vikings. He instinctively blocked Sahili's punch, and then waved his elbow out and clicked. The poor miser found that his elbow had been knocked into a dislocated, and the Viking man screamed in pain. He immediately raised his foot and kicked it down fiercely.

With the same bang, Norton knelt on one knee. Obviously, he broke his left thigh.

How horrible is the power of the two men after their madness? In the fundamental reality, their bodies can't withstand such a strong power at all, but if the world is based on data, then Tiger. House is just a poor soldier at the security level.

Instead of a boss, the rifting earth king!

"Bullshit! These two guys are crazy!"

Boss Ma wanted to stop all this, but it was obviously much later. The two idiots were destined to live in the same ward and rest, and then quarrel all day long.

A slap blocked Norton's fist, a foot stuck Shashely's flying leg, and the two were fixed there, while Tiger in the middle. House was extremely brave, as if the battle was not won by Sahili and Norton, but by him. Such strength and strength impressed everyone who saw it, including Kolkata and Chikov.

Calcutta is psychologically prepared, but Chikov... He just has a look in his eyes, and his heart is full of all kinds of feelings, more importantly, worry and fear.

He lost his face in front of people for the first time, and the guy did not really take action. He downplayed and stopped the two crazy super warriors. Such strength is just lurking on the edge of a small kingdom. Can this really satisfy such a guy? The answer is so obvious, but Chikov still followed the procedure and prepared a letter to the Slavic old guys to let them know that their neighbors did not seem to be the kind of people who made a fortune by shit.

These three guys are real super strength. Their level is absolutely first-class and master!

"I can't believe that three such guys appear at once, and those three are actually together."

Chikov muttered to himself that he thought the world was really fucking crazy.

The two men were exhausted. At this time, they fell back lazily. Someone helped them, and then Tiger. House ordered, "Lew these two guys. It seems that they haven't vented their energy for a long time. Shit, what a shit-like action, the brain is short-circuited! Damn it!"

Tiger cursing all this. House seemed to stand there unpredictablely, and then shouted, "How long are you fucking bastards going to see the bustle? Why don't you get out of here? Don't you need to work and eat? Get out of here--"

This rogue leader is so unreasonable, but obviously many people know that this guy has always been like this. Is he reasonable? Damn it, who the fuck can reason with a bunch of hooligans? Besides, can a rogue leader still reason like a gentleman? This kind of thing is undoubtedly as stupid as asking him to become a qualified gentleman.

"It's a crazy day, but anyway, I have to make Norton feel that these things are not terrible. Well, I have to talk to those idiots and white tareans, if they have to be respectful. Boss Ma rubbed his chin and seemed to determine his inner will. As a best friend and best partner, he would not let his best friend become a crazy beast because of the haze of the past.

In the whole group, all he needs is a crazy beast, which is himself.

Becoming a beast is actually a kind of sadness. I'm afraid that most people think it's an extremely crazy and refreshing thing. Madness, strength and unscrupulousness. But I don't know that the madness is just to cover up such and such secrets. Who the fuck wants to be a born madman? If so, it means that the guy himself is not normal. Either he was kicked by a donkey or his head was caught by the door panel.

"Damn!"