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Chapter 326: 0235

When the onlookers gathered around the smuggling pier heard this, they began to gather around, like a rising tide, about to submerge the entire embankment.

"Congratulations...Fortunately, you still have the last backbone."

Ken stepped on a pile of corpses covered in blood.

There was no praise in his tone, and there was no fear or panic in the face of the gathered crowd.

To set off such a huge wave, the sword bearer must have a rock-like determination.

[Series of tasks: life and death ([-])]

【Progress: Completed】

[Description: The flames of resistance have risen, you will raise the firewood and point the way to the trapped people in Ambera Ice Harbor. 】

Lufer clenched the pressure groove, uncontrollable anger welling up in his heart.

He didn't care what choice these traders had to make, anyway, sooner or later they would face each other with swords.

Louver is jealous.

He was jealous of Ken's innate leadership. Unlike himself, he had to measure and calculate carefully before he managed to get his current position.

"I should kill you, I really regret it."

Lu Fu sneered, clenched the saber in his hand, and the looters were eager to try under the command of the bandits.

Ken stood on top of the corpse, looking down at him. "Look, who is the whole city looking at now? It's time, RIP Lufer."

He commanded the mercenaries loudly.

"Get rid of this group of butchers and get back the gold and silver in the northern border. I will distribute the treasure according to the head. The amount is limited. If you want to make a fortune, give me a quick hand!"

Cheers came from all around the port.

The mercenaries and adventurers stomped to the rumbling of the pier.

The merchants who were still fishing in troubled waters all smelled the opportunity to make a fortune.

The inheritance left by Sarek is not a small amount. If it is evenly distributed among these looters, each head is worth a fortune, and it can even be worth two dangerous business trips.

Ken knew exactly what this group of people was thinking.

Desperate counterattack requires a team, and at this moment, you cannot require this group of people to have the same beliefs or sufficiently sound values.

Ken is the initiator of the rebellion and the leader of the new force.

He needs to coordinate everyone's focus, and then he can lead the team together to move towards the same goal.

[Interests are the starting point for prying rocks, but there is no way to become the power to control avalanches. 】

But Ken felt that was enough, at least at this stage, to have something that would drive them to swing the first knife.

"You're totally crazy, Ken, who do you think you are!"

Roof snarled and turned the weapon on him.

The raiders lined up, as if they were doing business in the wilderness.

They've faced worse, sometimes dealing with siege from kingdom armies and ancient tribes.

All the adjutants Lufer recruited were notorious bandits.

They all possess unique skills, and they are brave and fearless. When these beasts rush into the crowd, they will soon set off a huge wave of blood. The powerful magic and unrivaled power will beat the mercenaries to their knees.

Ken also personally joined the battlefield.

He raised his battle ax to face the sword and went straight up, proving with practical actions that he is not just an idealist who can only talk, but also a brave and fearless warrior, a generous man who can accompany his followers to die.

"I've been dealing with mercenaries for so many years, and I've never seen such a lunatic."

The vendors hide behind, staying with the magician.

This group of people didn't have much fighting power, but they were able to spare time to comment on the situation.

If what Ken said before was more like a business, then his current actions are fulfilling his promise.

Merchants are the shrewdest and most tactful of them all.

they know:

Many knights and generals in the southern border countries like to use words to confuse passionate youths who yearn for the army...

But in the end, it was all mean and shameless.

Ken's current performance has nothing to criticize.

"I mean, if he could pick up the load, would all our problems be solved? You know what you're talking about, man."

Finally someone spoke this sentence.

The magician and team leader next to him heard it, and expressed their attitude with silent and dignified eyes.

In a sense, this is a silent vote.

Ken was still struggling in the storm of sword and flesh.

The way he fights is really desperate, the mercenary is full of resilience - a vitality that will not be compromised by difficulties and tribulations.

But Ken is more like a giant wolf with frost hair in the wasteland.

In addition to being tenacious, he also has enough attack power and destructiveness, and he can show his sharp claws without hesitation to those who dare to invade his own territory.

"It's been a long time since I played so happily!"

Langz laughed wildly with joy, his eyes glowed, and his fighting spirit could even infect the mercenaries beside him.

Everyone leaned towards him unconsciously, as if they could share that courage.

I really can.

[Passive Skill: Blood of the Beast]

[Description: Giants are born to challenge the wilderness. When the warriors of this race have clear goals and high fighting spirit, they can drive the companions around them and give them the lack of ambition. 】

Ken froze suddenly, and glanced at Lowndes.

He roared, his light blue skin seemed to be glowing red, and he was full of evil spirits, knocking the looters off their feet. Although the giant ax in his hand could not cast magic, it was still playing the most important role of a heavy weapon.

Split all the obstacles in front of you and smash them into residue!

"Hahaha, you deserve it right, all the looters, face me..."

Lowndes is the marching siege chariot, and all enemy troops avoid it.

Loufer's lieutenants were beginning to get annoyed.

Several powerful bandits joined forces, using years of experience in the wilderness, to deal with him like capturing a beast. In an instant, they suppressed him and made him bloody with one cooperation.

"hiss……"

The onlookers all gasped.

This feeling is really shocking. The leader of the looters is a desperado, and his actions are fierce, and the degree of ferocity is staggering.

But before the looters became arrogant, a tomahawk flew into the air, and the huge, wide face directly split a person's head.

"Bah, dog bastard."

Ronz roared, and ran out of the dust with eyes wide open.

While chasing after the ax he threw, he tore open the bloody plate armor on his chest. The exposed chest was covered with scars, some of which could even endanger his life.

There was anger in the giant's eyes.

"You guys annoy me..."

He tore off his clothes, completely freed from restraint, picked up the heavy weapon with one hand, and slammed it heavily on the ground.

Accompanied by a deafening roar.

The looters who were standing in front of them all flew into the sky.

(End of this chapter)