"Stop, who are you?" One soldier plucked up courage and shouted.

I saw that the man slowly raised his head, revealing the whiteness of his temples, and a pair of scarlet eyes looked at the two soldiers as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

"Heh, I haven't been back for ten years, and no one can recognize me." The man's voice was as ugly as a broken gong, and there was a strange "grunt" sound in his throat as he spoke.

"Hebrew...... He is the Hebrew of Rota! One of the soldiers suddenly exclaimed, recognizing the man's identity. This is not surprising, because there are not many level 8 powerhouses in the entire Robertshire area, and their reputation can be imagined.

However, the soldiers were very strange, Hebrew had always appeared as a free mercenary, and now he was dressed as an outlaw ranger.

Hebrew paid no attention to the soldiers, and entered the city while they were stunned. All the way through the bustling downtown area, all the pedestrians who saw him dressed like this dodged dodged as if they were running away from the plague. But Hebrew didn't care, the reason why he was dressed like this was to tell everyone in a high-profile manner that I was here to kill people.

In the Glorious Empire and most countries, the castle lord's mansion was a place for the sole use of the lord of the castle, not a place for the state office. It may be better in some places where there are more frequent changes of lords, but in Wick City it has become Bocuse's private residence.

Stopping at the door of the City Lord's Mansion, the hazy Hebrew seemed to be reminiscing about the feeling of being the last of human beings. Hebrew didn't know what the Zerg demanded before he made a deal with the Zerg, and he thought that he had to take it all by himself, because loyalty must be his heart towards the Zerg.

He naively thought that as long as the Zerg helped him become a level 9 powerhouse, as long as he killed the enemy with his own hands, then whether he would be loyal to the Zerg next would depend on himself. Although Zhilu said that if he betrayed the Zerg, he would definitely not end well, but as a human being, his resistance to other races could not be avoided no matter what. If one day the Zerg let him slaughter humans. Then he will definitely not choose to execute.

But now he realized how naïve his ideas were. After drinking the potion that Natali gave him, he felt that he could blast everything in front of him with his own strength, and that powerful feeling made him flutter, and he even had the idea of killing Natali and no one would know that he had made a deal with the Zerg.

However, he soon realized that things did not seem to be so simple, and Natari glanced at him meaningfully and said, "The Lord can give you a level 9 strength, and naturally you can take it back, so don't have other thoughts that you shouldn't have." ”

Hebrew thought it was just Nathali bluffing him, and he even thought that Nathali was afraid that he would kill him, but what happened next will never be forgotten for the rest of his life.

Pain! Incredible pain! The flesh on the whole body fell off one by one, and the originally tight muscles slipped from the body like mud, and the feeling was ten thousand times more painful than Ling Chi. He lay on the ground in despair and looked at Nathali with a begging look. But Nathali remained motionless, as if there was no one in front of him who was wailing as hideously as a demon.

When he woke up again, everything changed. He didn't know how to describe his feelings, but when Natali gave him an order, his body moved while his mind was still thinking about whether to execute it, and he followed Natali's order meticulously. The fear that the body could not help itself was stronger than when I drank the potion and was dying......

I opened my closed eyes. The Hebrew took a second glance at the city lord's mansion, and then strode inside.

The soldiers guarding the gate had long noticed this strange man. Dressed as a ranger, he kept staring at the City Lord's Mansion motionless. People in this category are rarely provoked. Therefore, although the guards were very dissatisfied with this strange man, they did not dare to come forward to expel him. Don't look at yourself as the guard of the City Lord's Mansion, in Wick City, they are definitely the existence of the Earth Overlord, but when facing this kind of person, they are already afraid of three points in their hearts.

However, at this time, if this person wanted to enter the city lord's mansion, they had to stop him.

"Who? Dare to trespass on the City Lord's Mansion? The soldier said loudly as if he were cheering himself on.

"I am Hebrew, I will kill!" Heber finished speaking, and the two guards were stunned for a moment. Then he suddenly held his right hand like a fountain of blood and wailed in pain.

Hebrew ignored them and entered the lord's house on his own. The reason why he didn't kill these two guards was to let everyone know who killed Bocuse, and he wanted to let the deeds of Hebrew and Zerg trading to become a level 9 powerhouse spread all over the world.

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! A series of violent explosions came out in the City Lord's Mansion, attracting countless people on the street to stop and watch. Although I don't know what happened to the road, it is because of this that they can never satisfy their curiosity.

The army of the Glorious Empire was not vegetarian either, and had already received orders to send troops when the Hebrews entered the city lord's palace. Generally speaking, unless war comes, the army directly under the emperor cannot dispatch more than 100 troops without the emperor's order, and even if it is dispatched, it cannot be too far away from the station, and must wait for the emperor's specific order to continue to act. But such a law has become useless in today's glorious empire, especially in today's Wick City, so when the city lord's mansion was threatened, the 2,000 soldiers stationed in the military camp north of the city were immediately out of the camp.

But apparently they came a little late, or rather the Hebrews were moving too fast.

When the many armies rushed to the city lord's palace, Hebrew had already carried this human head out of the city lord's palace, and although the head had become extremely hideous because of the strange expression and blood, all those who were familiar with him still recognized that this was the city lord, Viscount Bocuse.

"Bold fanatics, don't hurry up and ambush them!" Seeing his grandfather's head being held in his hand, the leading officer's face was deformed. With his words, nearly two hundred military individual magic hand crossbow arrows were pointed at Hebrew. This is a hand crossbow that can be controlled by one person, and although it is much less powerful than the armor-piercing magic bed crossbow, it is still no problem to shoot a level 5 powerhouse. And 200 of these magic hand crossbows even a level 8 powerhouse have to be weighed.

Seeing the army and the rangers confronting each other, the civilians hula hula all around disappeared without a trace, and if they were injured or killed in such a scene, there was no place to reason.

Hebrew glanced at the men with disdain, and waved his great sword casually.

"Boom!" The griffon statue in front of the gate of the Lord's Mansion was neatly cut in half.

"Holy ...... Saint...... Juggernaut. The officer stammered. (To be continued.) )