Hearing the unkind voice of the visitor, Ryan looked stern and turned around suddenly.

It was discovered that at some point, a young man dressed in gorgeous aristocratic clothing and a stooped old man were already standing not far from the five mercenaries.

Moreover, around the necks of the five mercenaries who had just escaped from death, there were several sharp ice blades filled with cold air suspended from different angles, making the five of them unable to move and froze in place.

There is no doubt that as long as the caster has a thought, these five bewildered mercenaries will immediately be covered in blood.

Seeing this scene, Ryan frowned and looked again at the caster, the young man dressed in gorgeous aristocratic clothing.

In sharp contrast to the gorgeous clothes on his body, he could see a serious but playful smile on the other party's gray face, and between his eyebrows, he revealed a mixture of condescension and viciousness.

"Cliff, what do you want to do?"

Looking at the blue magic circle that was constantly rotating at the top of the staff in the hand of the noble man in rich clothes, Ryan asked in a deep voice.

This noble man named Clifford is the youngest son of the lord of Gray Rock City, the largest city nearby.

As a typical playboy of an aristocracy, he relies on the power and money of the city lord's father, and usually runs rampant in Gray Rock City. It can be said that everyone knows about it...perhaps, notorious is more appropriate.

Even his strength as a third-level powerhouse was achieved by relying on his father's huge resources.

And his father, the city lord, as a representative figure of the new aristocracy, was no less cruel than the city lord Marquis Ladd of the Iron Gate Castle next door in terms of cruel methods of managing the fiefdom and plundering the people's wealth.

"What are you doing? Of course you want to avenge my lovely pet."

Clifford looked at the motionless Rock Horn Wolf King and said coldly.

Immediately afterwards, the colorful staff in his hand was seen flicking in the air.

As the cold air rose, the sharp ice blades floating around the necks of the five mercenaries moved forward a few points, directly touching the skin of the five mercenaries' necks.

"ah!"

Feeling the bone-chilling chill from the sharp tip of the ice blade, Bonnie was caught off guard and couldn't help but exclaimed, forcing her body that was shaking out of fear to stabilize again.

This method of death, in which a sharp ice blade could pierce her throat at any time, obviously frightened her to the extreme.

However, Bonnie's starry eyes were still shining with light.

She did not give up hope. After all, not far away, there was the Lord Knight who had just saved her! The Lord Knight would definitely come to save her!

On the other side, he saw traces of blood oozing out from Bonnie's fair neck where the ice blade was pressed against her. Ryan's hand clenched the heavy metal bow and exerted a little more force.

Then he said: "Cliff, so you raised this third-level Rock Horn Wolf King?"

"Idiot, have you finally come to your senses?"

Smiling disdainfully, a strong anger suddenly appeared on Clifford's gray face, and he said angrily: "Speaking of which, you are just a guard dog raised by my family. You are also qualified to address me directly.

name?"

After a pause, Clifford's voice became louder again and shouted: "Call me Master Clifford!"

Hearing the sound, although Ryan's face was expressionless, his hand tightly grasped the metal bow. After holding it until it turned pale, he finally let go weakly, gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, Master Clifford."

At this moment, Ryan understood clearly.

Just like what the other party said, in the final analysis, he is just a small independent knight leader without a backer, relying on the other party's family fiefdom... even though this fiefdom once belonged to his own family.

Behind the opponent stood the second prince, a strong contender for the throne, surrounded by cities of the same power.

Therefore, as a declining nobleman who was almost forced to disband the knights, there was obviously no comparison between him and his opponent who was in the ascendant.

As the saying goes, people under the roof have to bow their heads. Even if it is just to protect other people in the knights from being maliciously harmed by the other party, as the leader of the knights, he has no choice but to obey.

"Hahaha, he is indeed an obedient pug!"

On the other side, an arrogant and proud smile began to appear unscrupulously on Clifford's face, filling the entire forest.

Seeing Cliff staring at Ryan with disdain, but the latter chose to remain silent, Bonnie on the side was stunned, and her eyes gradually darkened.

She felt that something in her heart was collapsing rapidly.

It seems that those brave knights who are not afraid of power and finally save the weak only exist in the hymns and fairy tales of bards...

"Okay, now it's time to settle the score between us."

Clifford spat disdainfully, and then said solemnly: "Originally, I let my lovely pet go out to hunt a few mercenaries for fun, but now it is dead, how should this account be settled?

"

"Hunting mercenaries?!"

Hearing the sound, the middle-aged mercenary captain was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized: "So you are the publisher of the commissioned mission?!"

"Nonsense, just pick up a few pebbles in exchange for a large commission. How can there be such a beautiful thing in this world?"

As if looking at an insignificant ant, Clifford glanced at the middle-aged mercenary captain, and sneered: "My pet toy was tortured and killed. This is the price of your stupidity!"

"No wonder there are strange cover-up traces, all of this is actually man-made..."

Bonnie was seen biting her red lips tightly and summoning up the courage to ask: "Is a human life worse than a monster?"

"It turns out there is a pretty nice girl here."

Looking up and down Bonnie's delicate body, Clifford seemed to have discovered a new world. He licked his chapped lips and said, "Maybe I can let you delay your death for a while."

Looking at Bonnie's fair face stained with blood, Clifford grinned coldly and said: "As for your question, I can answer you clearly. I am a nobleman and a member of the upper class, and you small town mercenaries,

In my eyes, you are no better than a pig or a dog."

"you……"

Bonnie was speechless for a moment, but didn't know how to refute.

And the other party's ferocious eyes, full of obscenity, made her hair stand on end and she was so frightened that she could not speak.

"Master Cleaver, these mercenaries are also residents of Gray Rock City and are part of your father's rule. As the ruler of this land, you should be the protector of the residents. Why do you want to kill innocent people instead?"

On the other side, Ryan held the heavy bow tightly and said with unbearable expression.

"My lord, I don't need you, a useless sect whose ancestors couldn't even defend their own fiefdom."

Looking at Ryan with disdain, Clifford said disdainfully: "As a lost dog, you shouldn't bark incompetently here."

"Back then, if your family hadn't used the name of marriage to subtly control power and ultimately supported the successor of your family to ascend to power, how could Gray Rock City have fallen into your hands so easily..."

Ryan looked solemn and gritted his teeth.

"You don't need me to teach you the simple principles of success and defeat, right? If you want to blame, just blame your stupid ancestor."

With a cold smile, Clifford's gray face showed an uncontrollable murderous intent, and he said solemnly: "Since the brave Lord Knight is so willing to protect the weak, I will give you a chance."

After Clifford finished speaking, he nodded to the rickety old man beside him who kept smiling sinisterly.

"Hey, Master, the other little cuties are already hungry."

The rickety old man understood, and the gloominess on his withered old face became a little more intense.

I saw him take out a silver metal bell from his arms and shake it gently.

The next second, the silver bell that was supposed to sound did not ring, but a high-pitched and sharp wolf howl came from both directions at the same time.

Rumble…

Accompanied by the tremors of the earth caused by the running of the giant body, within a moment, two rock-horned wolf kings exuding powerful momentum appeared in the east and west directions.

"This old man turns out to be a beast tamer? No wonder he can tame a third-level monster like this."

Seeing this scene, Ryan secretly exclaimed in his heart.

At the same time, an unknown chill suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart.

Ryan just thought of this.

Directly opposite, Clifford continued to say leisurely: "Okay, brave Lord Knight, it's time to make your decision."

"These two Rock Horn Wolf Kings will pounce on you and the other five mercenaries at the same time. Although you can hit every target, with your strength, you can only stop one in time."

"In short, one of you or the five mercenaries will become a delicious meal for the Rock Horn Wolf King."

Looking at the astonished Ryan playfully, Clifford said with a ferocious face: "Then let me take a good look at what choices you, who have always been responsible for protecting the weak, will make."

"Master Ryan, don't worry about us, just kill the Rock Horn Wolf King that is charging at you! Even if you sacrifice yourself, this cruel guy will not let us go!"

Not far away, the middle-aged mercenary captain twisted his body and tried to move but failed, so he had to shout loudly.

"Untouchable, do I allow you to speak?"

A condescending shout rang out, and Clifford's gray face suddenly darkened.

He waved his staff without hesitation, and the ice blades surrounding the mercenary captain pierced all the limbs of the middle-aged mercenary captain, causing the latter to lose his balance and fall to the ground instantly.

In order to make the mercenary captain more painful, this ruthless male noble did not choose to pierce his neck directly, but directed the sharp ice blade to rub the mercenary captain's flesh and blood back and forth, causing him to faint from the pain.

past.

"Okay, brave Lord Knight, it's time to make your choice."

Still looking at the solemn-looking Ryan with a playful gaze, Clifford nodded again to the withered old man beside him.

"Hey, it's time for you little cuties to eat."

The withered old man first smiled solemnly, and then shook the silver bell in his hand again that only Warcraft could hear.
To be continued...