Chapter 4 The Smile of the Devil [1]

"Hey...it's really a headache." The crooked horse is looking at a group of troubles in front of him with complicated eyes. These are the crazy believers who have been brainwashed by the priestly rites and religion for many years. Although these white tauren can almost be classified into the field of waste in terms of combat effectiveness, this group has been pointing fingers at the whole Tauren race for more than a thousand years. Yes, it's really sad. They are obviously weak, but they can command real soldiers who are countless times stronger than them. Shame? No. This only shows that the whole tarew race is still in an extremely ignorant state. No one will believe that a guy like Norton came out of here.

How many hardships does a stupid bull-headed and stupid big man have to go through to become a big man like Norton, and bump around like a mad dog to catch the only few life-saving straws? And in the end, I don't know if it can bring good luck to myself. After all, no one knows the mystery, but Tiger. House's expression was really boring to see through everything.

Pup!

A sloppy backhand is a slap in the face. A white bull priest's eyes are shining, and he doesn't know what he is doing at all.

The Tauren residents around them immediately got up, and the men in every family immediately looked at each other angrily and were very excited to rush up to fight. But what is puzzling is that the members of the Black Tiger Mercenary Regiment, who are also taurore warriors and fully armed, did not hesitate to push back those taurore warriors.

More decisive, more resolute, more powerful, and... more confident.

Compared with the sad and pitiful self-deception, it is obvious that this kind of united faith is the real faith. And... it's adorable.

"Hee hee, hee hee, hee hee..."

This evil man has an incomprehensible bad taste. At least now, it makes the tauren warriors have a headache, and they feel a creepy feeling all over. Like a shady place on the back, there is a devil staring at it.

"Very good, very very good, I like this kind of look very much. Yes, this look reminds me of the stubbornness and paranoia of that idiot, which is really strange and tough. At that time, I was very curious. What kind of idiot could turn a good old man like Norton into a hooligan and an asshole? Or, which guy, what kind of magic did he have that turned a stupid head that could be said to be naive, into a brain comparable to a shrewd spirit? Boss Ma seemed to be still thinking about it. He glanced at it for a week, so the whole tribe was shocked.

It seems that they understand all the problems. After all, these guys understand who the madman in front of them is.

Well, if someone in the world really dares to lose his temper in the Tauren tribe, then... Tiger. House's ice tiger is one.

The Sky Knight Gang. Cole, such an arrogant and tough old guy, was also forced to say something that made people have to look sideways: Be careful, Polchama has a taurd!

Ha! This has been useful for at least 30 years. However, it has been a dream for 30 years, and no one knows what it will look like.

"You are Tiger. House?"

The white bull priest, whose eyes had been beaten with golden stars and bleeding from the corners of his mouth, asked calmly.

It seemed that he didn't hit him in the face just now, but in the face of others. His calmness made Boss Ma very unhappy and slapped him in the face! Fierce!

Pup!

"That's right, it's me. Do you have any questions?"

This extremely arrogant guy doesn't give it to anyone at all. He is still so arrogant and shows his rampantness unscrupulously. In the end, he doesn't give anyone a chance to resist, because he is always like that, no strong!

"No...hey hey hey hey..."

A white bull priest is often synonymous with low-key and calm, but like many religious groups, these crazy believers will never really create any benefits for their believers. The only thing they want to do is to protect the interests of their group and be proud of how many years, preferably a thousand years, ten thousand years, one hundred million years! They even hope that their privileged class can be passed down from generation to generation like the aristocracy of human beings, unique and noble, and exercising supreme power, so powerful!

"Poltama Tauren--"

Suddenly, the white bull priest shouted regardless of the implied eyes of other priests. Obviously, the priest had a different endurance from ordinary people, "Fight--"

That roar seemed to make Tiger. House could become trembling. His eyes were so proud, and he roared like a victory: "The ice tiger in the north? Even if it is a tiger, when it comes to Boltama, it will be torn apart by the powerful Tauren warrior! Because this is the holy place of our highest god, and no one can stand out here arrogantly! No!"

Well, the battle will happen, but, Tiger. House's trembling can never be seen. This bastard's tenacity and determination may be impressive.

Ji Jie's evil smile is very much like a monster, as if he is born to crawl out of hell. He has a devil-like heart, powerful, and absolutely the strongest...

"Who is challenging me? I am the owner of the northern city of Tamsalu, the head of the Black Tiger Mercenary Regiment, and the chief consul of the Duchy of Narvar. Who will challenge me? He just said such a normal sentence, which made most tauren cring. Yes, this man is Tiger. House, the powerful man who can stir up the north and destroy the country in a year. He is the legend of a warrior, so legendary that it is awe-inspiring and admirable.

While tauroids are fanatical, they also have fear and worry. No one knows what a complicated ideological struggle this group of big guys is doing in their heads. However, in this battle, it seems that some people inevitably think that they are an extremely powerful party, and then add the already virtual weight to the original. There are some unclear other ends of the balance.

A lot of weights have been added at one time.

Aren't you afraid that the balance itself can't bear it?

This is really a crazy person. The crazy believer suddenly roared, "What are you still hesitating about? This is the paradise of the highest god. This is the world of tareans. We must not let outsiders desphem the sacred gods!"

Madman...

Who is the messenger of the gods? It seems to be the trick of all crazy believers to elicit themselves and become the highest place of sacredness and morality, but what many guys don't understand is that some guys can succeed because they have matching strength, rather than the stupid words that they can fart. If you don't have a serious understanding of the enemy and your own strength, such a guy can't think of anything else they can do except increase their laughter.

This is simply a farce.

Then someone has to come out and clean it up.

"BlackT warriors!"

"Wow!"

"Fight!!"

"Ah!! Ha!!!"

A group of crazy guys with armor. The whole group is like a machine crushed by steel. They are also a tauren. The decisiveness shown by the tauren warriors of the Black Tiger Mercenary Regiment is completely different from the other party. There is no hesitation, no stagnation, more decisive, and more neat. There is a reality that people can't see through. Force. Overwhelming, overwhelming advantage, suffocating...

"You're dead, Tiger. House."

Stupid bull heads to describe these crazy idiots who look at them too much. They are simply stupid like pigs. If you often fool idiots, you will really be like an idiot. When people keep implying that they are the messengers of the gods, they will really think that they are the spokespersons of the gods. He always behaves in a condescending attitude. In the face of the enemy's calm mind that does not judge the situation at all, he completely relies on his head's intention to think that his strength can subdue his opponents.

But I don't know that the powerful combat members really need to be shown by the soldiers by force.

What's the result? Passed by? Or start?

"Teach them a lesson."

It's still that kind of lazy and indifferent. Ma Hu sneered twice, with disdain hanging at the corners of his mouth, which makes people feel a sense of powerlessness. This guy... is simply the best!

Bang!

Two equally strong taurionmen were also like mad dogs, but in the end, one of them flew out, with a click, his ribs were broken, and he lay on the ground. The pain made these poor guys sweat coldly, and the bean-sized sweat beads dripped down, which was really a powerful force.

"Oh, it seems that some guys' self-confidence has suffered a small setback." This strange and proud guy always puts on a villainous face, which makes people collapse. At the same time, he is really powerless.

Obviously, there is a one-sided trend in the battle.

There are about 2,500 tarew warriors in Bolchama.

Boss Ma only brought 500 people...

Is it really the real ability of a fully armed and well-trained army? The gap with those mobs is simply the difference between clouds and mud, the absolute gap between heaven and earth and strength.

One to five!

"Five hit one, and it looks like this. Hey, Mr. Idiot, stupid, do you think there will be a warrior's blood under this white skin bag? Or are you just a barking dog hiding behind people after all? Boss Ma stepped on the idiot's chest and glanced at the white bull priest twice. "Well, it seems that you are very unconvinced. Do you think I'm here to eat by luck? If you don't show your hands, you won't believe what an overwhelming advantage is! One-to-one to ten, or even one-to-one strength! Do you have that concept in your mind?

This bastard tilted his head and pulled his joints, like a madman.

"Who is the strongest warrior in the north?"

The arrogant guy asked so loudly, as if he was yelling at the air, but someone would answer him.

"Tiger~~~House!!!!!"

In unison and decisive, like the opening of the hero's appearance, but there is no gorgeous cloak and long sword, only two untuned machetes. Dagger and long knife, this strange combination makes people feel Tiger. House is a demon knife. It is always a sword that is biased, surprisingly winning, and strong enough to be powerful?

That's right!

Fast as lightning!

"Ah~~ha!"

With a bang, a tauren suddenly fell to the ground. With a bang, his legs were soft, and he couldn't kneel down. He struggled to stand up, but found that there were two knife marks on his legs. His legs were no longer at his command and he was numb.

"My legs--ah--"

The shrill screams aggravated people's fear of this big devil. Did anyone see what happened just now? No. Because of Tiger. House's ability has been improved a lot again. His strength is simply unheard of. If capturing his figure is still in the world of mortals, then the blow just now is definitely beyond mortals and is the realm of God.

It's just that even he was a little surprised. How did he make such a quick blow?

The powerful and powerful feeling of bursting and filling the whole body is really difficult to replicate.

People can see his figure, but what he brings is still a powerful force that makes people collapse.

The soldiers fell one after another, and they were all in one move.

The screams and wailing quickly drowned out the whole battle scene.

Five hundred fully armed taurid men did not break down these crazy believers, but a Tiger. House can disintegrate all the fighting will of the other party, even if it used to be as solid as a rock, tougher than ten thousand years of ice.

But at this point, only idiots will continue to resist.

A powerful person is naturally the most admirable Tiger. House!

"Wow! Scum!"

He sneered twice, as if walking elegantly in the southern rainforest. When fighting, he secretly felt full of it. All the neatness and freshness make people feel a kind of natural power, which is definitely not what ordinary people can imagine.

However, this is really a big disaster for today's Boltama tribe.

The white bull priests finally know why this guy is called the devil.

Before that, if they were still contemptuous and had a strong conceit, then now, the pitifulness of hateful people is vividly exquisite. Others think they can be Tiger. House's opponent? Or do some people think that this battle will be the victory of the mob of Bolzama?

If someone thinks so, then Mr. Ma will let them get up obediently, and then kneel at his feet to sing and be conquered by a group of tauroy people!

The white cow priests ate a bowl of beef noodles, although in fact it was not what they wanted, it was Tiger. House forced it, but what can we do? Boss Ma looked at the white bull priests with the eyes of the conqueror, and then said gloomyly, "It seems that you know a lot about that idiot boy Norton."

These white bull priests don't seem to be the kind of old monsters at the level of old guys. Young people are very knowledgeable about current affairs, and there is no obstinate stubbornness of pedantic people.

So... This is a good thing, especially for Boss Ma, which really saves a lot of things.

"In Varga, yes, in Varga, the elder personally ordered the expulsion of Norton 20 years ago, because this guy never followed the rules and dogma. He always doubts this and that, questioning the truth of the priests..."

Next is the extremely old-fashioned plot. A naive tare-headed child, with enthusiasm for natural science, questions the so-called truth of the ruling class. Then he had the consciousness of devoting himself to the truth, like Bruno, who was burned by the fire... Then, he was hung up and beaten for three days and three nights.

That year, Norton was five years old.

If a group of adults can do something to a five-year-old child, no one can really imagine that they should have expressed sympathy and pity, but the last bit of conscience has become the cruelty of accomplice because of fear of authority.

This is far more disgusting than the executioner, because at least, the executioners solve problems with one knife and do not stay at all.

"That guy...so he had such an experience." Boss Ma muttered.

"No! Fuck! If that's all, it's not a joke to expel that stupid cow! Son of a bitch, how dare you fool me! Do I look like an idiot?" Pa! With a slap in the face, the sacrificial eyes of the fan came out of stars, and he muttered, "I haven't finished yet..."

Boss Ma smiled awkwardly, and then said calmly, "So maybe what else do you want to tell me?"

"Norton...Norton, Norton..." The corners of the sacrificial mouth were dry and he dared not speak.

The priests on both sides are also extremely nervous, as if this is a very important thing. Once it is said, it becomes nervous.

"Bastard, are you constipated? If you have a fart, let it go--"

In the face of the more barbaric and tougher Boss Ma, these priests have no choice but to lower their noble heads.

"Norton is a descendant of the Golden Royal Family."

The priests don't seem to attach great importance to this secret, but they are extremely careful.

The Golden King?

Boss Ma, with a question mark, obviously doesn't understand, but his men are not idiots.

Let Boss Houma know that it seems that Norton's stupid cow still has an enviable noble blood. This obscene tare bull is actually the descendant of the king in the tarew tribe a long time ago. That bloodline has never been broken. Until a long time ago, a war swept the whole continent, and countless races were involved in it. The Tauren were scattered and scattered. The royal bloodline was divided into several parts, each of which was considered to inherit the qualification of power, and then when the continental dispute stopped, Inside the Tauren, there was an infighting with great vitality.

Since then, there has been no strong royal blood to rule the whole race, only the power of the priests has been constantly huge. When people are injured, licking wounds always needs a safe harbor. It seems that the temptation of the white bull priests and the fraternity and kindness in their mouths are so attractive.

This is really a wonderful life. It seems that it really is.

Only Mr. Ma bent the corners of his mouth and looked extremely obscene. He said, "That idiot is actually a king?"