Othua's War Banner

Chapter 435: 0434

The difference between kidnapping and recruitment is whether the hostage is willing or not.

Ken always likes to give others a chance, or maybe he has a talent for seeing enemies or unrelated people as untapped resources.

In the tavern, with Ken's table as the center, there was a wave of silence, and the mercenaries who were drinking and getting drunk were suddenly shocked by something.

It's easy to numb yourself with alcohol.

But if there is a chance to survive, or even give fate a chance, it is difficult to turn a blind eye.

The mercenaries in the tavern looked like a group of hikers who were about to freeze to death in the snowstorm. Their eyes were red, their cheeks were thin, their noses were slightly open, and there were still things stuffed in their mouths but they didn't chew. They all looked at a certain table in silence...

Ken gently raised the log wine glass and calmly accepted the gaze.

Collins felt the torment, but couldn't figure out how he got from accepting the commission to sitting next to Mr. Mahalu.

"You have been in a daze for a long time. Your brothers are waiting for an attitude. This is a good thing. It shows that you are not bad at ordinary times, and it also shows that I have a good vision and am willing to give you this opportunity..."

Ken glanced into the wine glass, turned his head to look at him, his voice was deep. "Collins."

"Whoo~"

The robber let out a long breath.

Even Quema, who was sitting across from him, could smell the decadent smell.

Collins took a few sips, and was afraid of offending Ken, he hurriedly explained:
"Mr. Maharu, I don't know how to describe what kind of shit luck it takes to get this opportunity. I'm so terrified that I even feel that I'm in the hallucination of the ecstasy witch. You may be some kind of deliberately arranged trap."

There was laughter on the wine table.

Kuima shook her head with a smile, took a sip of the rough brewed beer, and thought——you know it's a trap?
[The downcast mercenary X13 joins your team, the reputation of the mercenary increases, which can help you recruit companions, and the increase in influence will allow you to gain more voice in the adventurer camp. 】

Ken's record at Ambera Ice Harbor is exceptional.

The amount of Collins can't satisfy his appetite at all. The Red Maple Heights is undercurrents, and the enemies that Frengundo is wary of are not only [Roxani] but also the knives hidden in the dark.

But he was wrong about one thing...

Flen Gunduo is concerned about using the tide of undead to suppress the forces in the southern border, which will actually affect the balance. Ken wants to use Maharu's identity to gently shake the balance. When the situation is overturned, there will be more Chance.

So Ken ordered [Collins] to spread the news to win over the mercenaries who were struggling.

If they wish, they will set out tomorrow for the battlefield outside the dome.

Ken will select a suitable combat area based on the number and strength of the team, ensuring that he can get enough meritorious service and exchange for corresponding equipment and resources under the premise of minimum casualties.

He pulled the tablecloth to wipe off the wine and ordered softly.

"But tell them clearly, I can see people's hearts clearly, whoever dares to break the rules, knowingly getting out is the best end, if you dare to do something that has no bottom line, you must be mentally prepared."

When Ken set off the Ambera Ice Harbor Riot, he convinced the crowd with an iron fist and decisiveness.

Collins had no more doubts.

Mr. Maharu has not changed, although his career in Red Maple Heights is not clear...

But this lord is willing to give alms to the mercenaries. For the impoverished strong men, it is the blessing of the old gods, and they can't get luck even if they lose all their rewards!
Quima was the last to go out.

He stacked the gold coins in front of the bar while refusing others to follow.

Langz scratched the back of his head, wondering if he would have a chance to meet other robbers, and muttered, "Where should we go now?"

"If I can't find a suitable mount, lend me your boar tomorrow."

Ken's words made the giant nervous.

Of course he was joking.

But to be honest, the nearby animal cages had already disappointed him. He thought to himself that if he headed towards the tribal camp, he might meet some more interesting guys.

Although the boss in the tavern just now was very skilled.

But Ken didn't order the most expensive wine with a special buff, so the edge of his vision was not blurred, and his mental state was no different from drinking a few more glasses of water.

[Evening is approaching, there is wind in the town, and the undead wave offensive intensifies. 】

Ken looked at the frontal battlefield in the north, and saw that the distant sky seemed to be flickering. Just looking at it from a distance, he could feel a certain kind of extreme anxiety and suffocating aftertaste of magic.

He felt a sharp pain in his forehead, turned his head to look, and found that it was a group of fire suspended in the air.

Ken blinked his eyes and it disappeared. Even if he opened his gray vision, he didn't find anything unusual.

"It's very interesting, let's go here and have a look."

Ken vaguely realized that someone was seducing him.

Inside the dome of Hongfeng Heights, prying eyes are floating around almost all the time.

The powerful mages displayed their talents to their heart's content, causing the aftertaste of mysteries around them to intertwine. Anyone with a sensitive spiritual sense would feel dizzy or confused from time to time.

The road ahead is completely different.

Its trajectory is very clear, with spiritual hints, just like patting your shoulder with your hand.

Ken answered its call and began to move in its direction, following less traveled trails and half-buried mud bricks where the ruins of the village joined the edge of the town.

Among the dilapidated buildings, there is no place to hide from the rain.

Both Kuima and Langz could only see the black marks of the camp, as well as messy footprints, and even complex traces of the army, but it was hard to imagine that there were humans living here, but monsters were more likely.

Ken didn't know if the followers could hear the call.

But his footsteps remained firm, urging the two of them to turn a corner, muddy, sandy, snowy, and black bloody residues, and the evening wind kept scraping against armor and weapons.

These are not pure rumors, but more like an accompanying curse of an unknown existence.

Ken became more and more convinced that there would be secrets hidden deep in the ruins.

He walked around the climbing vine stone wall that blocked the view the most, and came across a narrow room between the dirt slope and the snow in the pine forest. harmonious.

[You came here following the hint, it may be dangerous inside, you can decide whether to visit it or not. 】

Lowndes is a jerk.

But even he could feel the eerieness inside the building.

Kuima's archer's intuition was about to explode, she frowned and shook her head at Zhanjing, signaling the other party to proceed with caution.

But Ken said: "Don't be afraid, the inside of the dome is under the strict control of Frengundo. If it is really a dangerous guy, it must have been discovered or besieged a long time ago. How could it be possible to stay here and squat us?"

(End of this chapter)