As he spoke, Pop stretched out his hand and whistled, and immediately a three-meter-long land lizard with a rotten body crawled over with its teeth bared.

Sir Pope climbed onto the lizard and pulled the reins.

The tail of the lizard mount swept up a huge cloud of smoke on the ground like an iron whip, then turned around and sprinted out of the tent.

Seeing Sir Pope walking away in high spirits, Duke Bomir said to the senior members of other clans next to him like a show off: "Although Sir Pope is young, he is a rising star of our Ashamai clan, and his strength cannot be underestimated.

watch for……"

Before Duke Pomerol could finish his words, there were loud exclamations outside the tent, and a spy promptly reported: "I am reporting to you sirs that Sir Pope was killed by a sword within three rounds of fighting with the enemy general."

As soon as this statement came out!

Duke Pomerol’s expression changed!

Looking at the Duke who looked like he had eaten shit, Marquis Leigu said: "Although we have lost a tiger general, please don't be too sad..."

"I'm so sad!"

Duke Pomerol said: "I won't be sad if this kind of loser dies ten thousand times. I just feel that this guy has made me lose face and made me boast so much... It's very hateful."

At this time, Duke Bomir seemed to be relieved, so he said to another tiger general beside him: "General Hector."

"Here are my subordinates!" The tall and powerful General Hector came out carrying a huge bone stick and said: "Master, don't worry, I will go and smash the guy named Mo'a into a pulp, so that I can call the master

I feel at ease.”

After saying this, General Hector walked out of the camp carrying a huge bone club.

Lei Gu looked at the mountain-like back and complimented: "Your Excellency, with the help of such a master, the enemy general will be easily captured."

The Duke of Bormi smiled when he heard this and said nothing, hiding his merit and fame.

However, today it seems that the God of Luck is just joking with Duke Pomerre.

Not long after the tall tiger was about to leave, he heard the sound of fighting coming from outside the tent.

It takes half a cigarette,

Another flying horse came to report:

"General Hector was beheaded by Moana again!"

After hearing this, everyone fell into silence.

Now it's Duke Pomeranian's turn.

Although the Duke is extraordinarily heroic, his identity lies there. It would be a disgrace to his identity to die in person, but if he doesn’t go...

"It's a pity that this Duke did not bring the two marquises from the clan with him on this expedition! Otherwise, if any of them were here, it would not be the clowns of the Bruch clan dancing on the stage."

At this point, the Duke could only sigh and look at the crowd and said, "I wonder if any of you are willing to fight?"

The words have not yet been spoken!

A zombie general wearing armor came out from the crowd at the bottom of the steps: "I am willing to go, cut off that demon's head and present it to the Duke!"

The sound was very different. Everyone looked over and saw that the person who came out was more than nine feet long, with a tiger's back, a bear's waist and mantis legs, and a zombie face as pale as a jujube. He stood in front of everyone, like a steel bell.

The Duke looked at the "extraordinary" zombie in front of him, and then asked: "Who is this general?"

A noble from a small clan hesitated and said: "This is our family's warrior..."

The Duke looked sideways at the little noble: "What title does this man have?"

The minor nobleman himself is just an ordinary knight, so it is naturally impossible for him to canonize his own subordinates.

"Tell the Duke that this person...this person has no title."

The little noble said.

"Asshole! How can you say that Mo A has the status of a knight anyway? If you, an ordinary waste, come on stage, won't you be laughed at by the people of the Demon Hidden Alliance?" The Duke ordered coldly: "Come here, give this guy to me.

I'll fight you out so you don't get embarrassed here again."

Therefore, this brave man who volunteered to achieve the pinnacle of his life was directly terminated from his upward path before he could exact his revenge.

Looking at the guy who was kicked out of the venue, the Duke vented his anger on the little noble: "Lowly side branch, do you know that you have broken the rules? You should not bring this guy without a title to the venue,

Let alone let him have the courage to speak nonsense in front of me."

The little nobleman who was targeted shivered and could only lie on the ground and beg for mercy.

But the Duke had no intention of letting this guy go.

"Come here, deprive this guy of his title, and demote all of their branch families!" The Duke gave the order, and the little nobles who wanted to get ahead were also kicked out.

After settling the matter, the Duke came back to his senses and remembered that there were people outside the tent clamoring for a kick.

So the Duke decided to come up with some practical things to increase everyone's enthusiasm.

"I have a manor in Asshan in the old world covering an area of ​​about 400 acres. If anyone can kill that guy from Waiman, I will give this manor to him."

The Duke spoke calmly.

As soon as these words came out, several clan warriors were eager to give it a try.

The Duke saw that there must be a brave man under the heavy reward, so he smiled and ordered to go to war.

However, General Mo'a was indeed fierce, and all the powerful generals who fought one after another were killed outside the tent without exception.

As a result, the entire Sabbat Alliance camp fell into panic.

"You bastard, can't we gather the strength of our entire alliance to choose someone who can kill the opponent?" The Duke was a little desperate.
Chapter completed!