Medieval Riding and Cutting Record

"It's better to use a two-headed eagle as a symbol. The two heads represent the combination of strength and wisdom."

"It also means that one head looks to the east and the other looks to the west, expressing ambition to cross the world."

"What do you think?" These few words were said by the little prince Ocaza.

Originally, he didn't want to make any comments.

But somehow, this idea popped out of his mind. As an all-round genius proficient in art and design, the little prince thought about what kind of pattern and color it would be.

"Oh? I like this idea, so let you design this logo. How long will it take?" Corleone asked meaningfully.

Without saying a word, the little prince took out the papyrus he had just bought and began to draw.

The red paint uses salamander blood, the black paint uses cuttlefish juice, and the golden yellow paint uses glittery butterfly scales.

A group of people gathered around the table and watched. At this moment, the little prince's inspiration seemed to gush out like a volcanic eruption.

In less than 10 minutes, he drew the eagle group logo on the papyrus.

It was a majestic, blood-red double-headed eagle with golden eyes that looked lifelike, and at the bottom was a black shield.

"Wow, you guys can paint!" Beep exclaimed beside him.

"Good boy, you really have a set." Corleone just wanted to pick up this piece of paper, but was stopped by the little prince because he still had a process to complete.

The 0-level spell [Juggling Transformation] can make the paint of the painting dry immediately, so that it can be directly obtained in the hand.

"It's done!" The little prince said excitedly, his expression full of joy.

"Good job, then let's take this picture and let the mercenary union, and we can go to the forge to make badges for everyone in a while."

Corleone rolled up the painting, tucked it under his arm, and led 30 people out of the sailboat.

Following Corleone were the dozens of the strongest in the team, leaving Beppo as the temporary captain. As for the rest, apart from free activities, they continued to replace the guard ships.

The registration procedure in the mercenary union is very fast, and it can be arranged in advance for a small amount of money.

As for the level of the Eagle Group, the lowest level is D level, and the highest level is 3S level.

If you want to get an upgrade, you need to complete a certain share of entrusted tasks, and you can't get promoted directly if you have enough strength.

"The total number of your team is 139, the team leader is Mike Corleone, and the deputy team leader is smiling. Please fill in this record form again."

The little girl who was in charge of receiving them said with trembling legs, mainly because this group of people is too fierce and they don't look like good people.

"Hey, are you sure to register with your real name? Aren't you afraid of getting into trouble?" Black Mamba approached and asked.

"Don't worry, it won't take long for our team to become famous in the world, shouldn't we continue to use fake names?" Corleone filled out the form and replied casually.

"Okay, you have the final say anyway."

In this way, on the morning of June 12, 1624, the Eagle Group was formally established!

Next they will go to the castle and meet the king.

After expressing their intentions in front of the castle gate, the group of them was quickly received by King Maha.

"Welcome the arrival of some warriors." The minister standing in the front row squinted and said to them.

The minister is well-dressed, has a wide and long face, and is a male half-sheep.

He is regarded as one of the king's advisers, mainly responsible for receiving foreigners.

"I don't know what level of mercenary groups are?" Half-goatman asked next.

"It's just established, but we heard that the king needs help, so we came here." Corleone replied with a smile.

"It turned out to be like this... That's really thank you very much for coming, but this time the commission is quite dangerous, I am afraid that several of you will lose their lives."

King Maha sat on the throne and remained silent, stroking his beard.

The barbarian Bazaha shouted loudly: "Our head killed a multi-armed giant with his own hands! A few days ago he jumped into the deep sea and killed a powerful dragon eel! Isn't this strength enough?"

"If what you said is true, it's really amazing." The half-goatman clapped his hands, looking at him, he didn't seem to believe it very much.

Then he said again: "I don't think so, how about letting the king's warrior and the captain learn from each other?"

"It's not that I don't believe you. There are too many people to receive this commission. There are always some people who want to take part in it."

The half-goat turned the conversation and said in a hypocritical tone: "Haha, of course, I think your group leader should be genuine, right?"

Then, from the shadow next to him, came out a tall and sturdy warrior. He kept an inch, his upper body was covered with black tattoos, and his lower body was only wearing a pair of animal leather shorts.

"Come on, be my opponent." He hooked his fingers at Corleone, his eyes filled with contempt, thinking that the barbarian's words were bragging.

"Forget it, I'm afraid I will strike too hard." Corleone didn't even look at him straight.

"Bazaha, you go play with him."

"What! You guy dare to insult the noble Mahabit warrior!" The tall warrior roared loudly and strode forward.

Corleone yawned and didn't reply.

When this samurai stood in the shadows, Corleone had already observed him carefully, and estimated that his strength was close to the epic level, which was indeed good.

But Bazaha has been in the epic rank for many years, and he is still a powerful barbarian fighter and berserker.

"Huha, I won't be merciful!" Bazaha gasped and rushed up. As a barbarian with a fiery personality, he has fallen into a state of anger!

"You kid dare to be disrespectful to the great leader, die!"

Neither of them used weapons, but chose to fight unarmed.

Brutal blows appeared in the hall, and the ministers and servants onlookers shouted excitedly. It is indeed a country where all the people are soldiers!

But the battle ended in just a few tens of seconds.

The barbarian's fighting skills are much better~www.readwn.com~ He usually trains with Corleone and others.

At this time, Bazaha was wrapping the warrior with his sturdy arms, lifting him into the air, trying to squeeze him to death.

The samurai tensed his muscles desperately to prevent his spine from being broken by his opponent, but he felt difficult to breathe, so he could only punch Bazaha's cheek with an angry fist, punch after punch.

However, Bazaha didn't care about such an offensive at all.

"Boy, you just have so little strength! Ahahahaha!"

The samurai's fists became weaker and weaker, and blood even spurted from his mouth.

At this time, Corleone said suddenly: "Almost it will do."

"Bah, good luck for your kid." Bazaha threw the stunned samurai on the ground, like throwing garbage.

"Is this strength enough?" Corleone stared at the king's eyes.