Chapter 68 I'm the Grand Duke of Norman [2]

There are generals who walk boldly and become emperors. Tiger. Although House has not yet become an emperor, his courage is inseparable, and no one says that he can't be. In the past, there was always some fantastical strength and majesty. Who has ever seen such a majestic man in the world? It's just that this bastard is too sad and indignant. It is full of the vulgarity and low-level taste of the three religion and nine streams. He beats the heroic to the ground, and there is nothing left. At first glance, there is a bit of misery. In the midst of sadness, it's just sad that this bastard man is so hard to become steel. After all, there is no high temperament of the aristocracy, and it is downgrade.

However, this evaluation is only the wishful thinking of the nobles. In the eyes of Boss Ma, there is no such fragmentation. For him, what could be better than hanging out with a group of crazy people? Absolutely not! He is not a high-ranking bastard in the first place, but just wandering in a piece of trivial skin, struggling, firmly grasping those vulgar things in coincidences and opportunities, not giving people a chance.

Cruel and murderous, so what? As long as people affirm his achievements, he is right. As long as people embrace his ability, he is tough. Do you need a tough explanation for a tough life? The pedantic and rotten nobles will never understand this. They used to be that kind of glory, but now, there is only a disease-free moan like lingering, which is full of hatred. I don't know whether this is a punishment or something.

Long live the cheering restless crowd surges up like a tide. It's crazy. It's really a kind of power that people can't resist. Wealth, fame, power, those who have all this may be complacent. But Tiger. House won't. You can see that his smile is still so abominable that he can't wait to stab this son of a bitch to death. However, what he did had to be amazing, which was really a kind of excitement.

"Huge! Long live! Long live..."

"The great Tiger. Long live Grand Duke House--"

"H Long live the great Grand Duchy of Norman--"

......

Fantastic worship makes people break out in a cold sweat. Boss Ma's eyes were burning, looking at a group of soldiers in front of him, with an unnatural joy at the corners of his mouth, although someone saw the evil. But hasn't he always been so evil?

The envoys of all countries are afraid for a while. Is it really a kind of luck for such crazy national lords and citizens in the north? Some people say Tiger. House will not make himself comfortable at all. It sounds like it makes those miscellaneous forces feel happy, but in fact it is a headache. He does make himself uncomfortable, but he also doesn't make others comfortable! This bastard is simply harmful to others and uncomfortable, Mr. Ski.

"Bang! It's really annoying to see this bastard pretending to be pure. Damn it..." Norton snorted coldly, stared at Boss Ma's back and whispered. The big chief of the cheap taurman tribe rolled his eyes in one sentence, and he secretly scolded in his heart: Are you a good thing? Isn't it all a hill?

The light of contempt is not negotiable. This is definitely a kind of ** naked close to red, and close to ink is black. Think about such a pure and naive race as a taureno. Under the ** of some bad men, it has become so vulgar and evil, full of the vulgar taste of human beings. Saab on the side. The shaman of Nice really wanted to cry without tears. He really didn't understand why he had to go through this muddy water when he was old. But it seems that his choice was so correct at the beginning, seeing Tiger. With the strong strength of House's lineup, the shaman master was in a cold sweat, and the more than 2,000 magician members were pointing excitedly in the stand not far away. But... they are all black magicians and necromancers!

At the thought of myself, I dared to be with Tiger. House bargained. He really felt that he was really talented and bold. Fortunately, Boss Ma doesn't care about such a small thing at all. Besides, he didn't take Saab in the end. Nice is killing me. That's why the old mage was not rudely disturbed, otherwise, it would definitely be a nightmare.

"Why does this sound sour?" Mr. Sahili straightened his strong chest muscles. Mr. Vikings, dressed in a refreshing dress, seemed to be ridiculed, which made Norton unhappy for a while. Then the Tauren Chief sneered three times and said, "Yo, isn't this Mr. Sahili who pouted his buttocks during the meeting?"

Norton, who almost had Sahili's three successful power, obviously forgot what would happen if he played with a Viking obscene man. The Viking Han Shahili said in a low voice, "Well... Don't you know that it takes a little courage to poof your buttocks? What's more, this also proves that I am also a person of personality. Unlike some people, hiding in the corner and drawing circles can only curse secretly... Alas, sad, is the weakness of human nature so obvious?

Bad and vicious. Norton almost spits blood in this sentence. The implication of the words is nothing more than that Norton's bird is really too upstart. Everything looks great, but in the end, he is still despised like a pug.

However, this kind of thing can obviously only be played between three bitches. If any fool wants to get up and insert a kick, he will definitely be so flattened that even his mother can't recognize it.

"I don't talk to people with no taste." Norton hummed.

Sahili glanced at him and said frivolously, "I don't talk to chickens in general."

Everyone is definitely a waterfall sweat. In a word, it is really too lethal. The tare-headed man immediately roared, "Who do you think is the dick? Is your dick big?"

The scene on the high platform is naturally not heard from the bottom, and the noisy voice has long covered the voices of the two people. But there were not only two of them on the high platform. The rest of the ministers and important members were stunned and said to themselves: God, is this the legendary three people of Mustave? How could this happen? How could this happen--

I'm afraid there are many people who want to cry without tears. Who would have thought that none of these three scum are good birds? In such a solemn place, it is simply the best to quarrel with some boring problems. I'm afraid that no one will believe it until they die. This kind of person can still get to their current status, which simply makes those geniuses want to commit suicide with shame!

"The whole Tamsalu knows that I, Shahili, is the king of the golden gun. As for you... Humph!" The implication is that I disdain Norton's comparison. A man's ability is indeed to compete for a breath at this moment. Norton's eyes turned red and he roared, "You vulgar northern stallion--"

"Thank you for the compliment. I will continue to work hard." Sahili lowered his head and peeled his fingernails and said heartlessly. Norton was so angry that he lost a middle finger fiercely. It's just that the men in the crowd stared at Norton with suspicious eyes, and then the taeno-headed chief roared, "What are you looking at? I'm much bigger than you!"

The commanders of the army snickered, and several joint captains and captains under them were also secretly happy. The dirty relationship between these three bitches was really interesting. At the moment of this declaration of the founding of the country, it can be ridiculed so easily. I have to say that these three guys are really not ordinary men.

A group of people who exist always look at everything around them with extremely simple and pure eyes, and they don't know how many devastated psychological activities there are.

Who knows? None of these super invincible obscene men are good people at all.

Boss Ma, who looked serious, suddenly smiled gistfully and shouted at the surging fans around him, "I'm Tiger. House, I am the Grand Duchy of Norman. I would like to bet everything on my reputation. Whether it is glory, wealth, or power, I will make you feel the sense of security brought by this power! Believe me, there will be a peaceful day in the world. Believe me, no matter who you are, as long as you are loyal to this new country, you will be redeemed and forgiven!"

This has transcended the power of the state, this is beyond the secular power, Tiger. House openly ignored the power of the church for thousands of years. Is this really a fearless spirit, or that he didn't care about those idiots at all?

In the final analysis, this man is so selfish after all. He doesn't care about the threat of any enemy who is lonely at all. Even if the enemy looks powerful and suffocating, but what? That's all.

"Now, let you see the army you rely on! It is so young, full of vitality, with an unparalleled upward spirit, and the world will be shocked by its youth and strength. Let all the provocative enemies tremble and crawl. The world is under our control!" He clenched his fist tightly and made a rattling sound. The vulgar scolding that just happened on the high stage had made the messengers very depressed and collapsed. Now, in the face of a crazy narcissist and still fanatically inciting another group of people who also followed him crazy, which is really a kind of helpless. The tragedy.

Ah, life is like a coffee table full of cups and utensils.

In the past few years, Boss Ma has spent countless times. He has been arrogant and has never dropped a single egg hair. This kind of toughness and bravery is not what can be understood and understood by a small country. Who knew that the trend in this world was led by the man in front of him who looked so vulgar? People think that they can become the tide in this trend, but they don't know that people who stand on the tip of the wind and waves are not afraid to face all the big winds and waves. They are very self-intoxicated, but they are very strong and calm. This is the awareness of an excellent warrior. He will never allow himself to It's a shame that he fell down in his last step. He won't choose to give in.

"Tamsalu Army! Go ahead!"

I don't know when there was a thunder on the flat ground. The man's roar conveyed the whole square. In the distance, there were bursts of shouts and horses and hiss. It was like a turbulent wave of waves to this point, but it was classified as nothing in an instant.

"Look! Who is that?"

Someone looked over and didn't know when the handsome gentleman Totti in Sicily had actually ridden on a black horse, slowly advancing with a sixteen-hung-six-six-square team, which was murderous. Is this the army?

"The First Army of Tamsalu! Salute-"

The voice is loud and the momentum is like a rainbow!