Othua's War Banner

Chapter 334 0333: Purchase

Bang!
With the sound of war drums, more and more ships joined this spectacular hunt.

The beast galleon anchored far away, pulling the ram valve toward Mogol's position.

Looking beyond the surging water surface, moving to the deck of the largest beast sailing ship, one can see the accompanying mage singing hymns loudly.

A tune from the oldest maritime covenant.

In the middle of the deck is an extremely thick [impact valve] that runs through the entire behemoth. Dozens of strong sailors are pushing the wooden pole shaped like a rudder.

As the gears turned round and round, the magical light illuminated the inscriptions engraved on them.

More ancient texts surfaced on the circular stone mill in the center, and the gushing magic accumulated to a certain extent would be released to the bottom of the sea, transmitting terrifying magic ripples.

The captains cooperate with each other and command the team.

"Move for me, lads, show the vigor you used to hang out in the wine shop, don't grind like a loser!"

The first mate of the beast galleon is lame.

His prosthetic legs studded with steel rings stepped on the creaking wood, his body was soaked by the rising waves, but he continued to attack the sailors at work tirelessly.

The hit valve is pulled to the extreme and delivers a devastating ripple.

Circles of obvious ripples can appear on the surface of the sea, but the reaction below the bottom is actually even more palpitating. This ancient hunting method can stun lost sea beasts, and even blast away some deep ocean creatures that swim to the surface. giant!
Ken and Langmingway stand on the ruins of the smuggling dock.

The onlookers organized another round of counterattacks during such a difficult break. Everyone helped the wounded retreat to the back, and those who could provide magical assistance or build weapons of war were all ready.

Ken turned his head and saw a group of people arguing.

"Do you all want to die? You are still fighting among yourself at this time, open your eyes and stare outside, look, this giant beast can kill us at any time!"

He walked past, cursing, covered in dust and blood, with the tomahawk in his hand.

Seeing that it was Ken, the noisy onlookers gritted their teeth and stared at the vendor in the middle, and then obediently backed out of a road to the side.

Afterwards, the merchant's bodyguard team also saw him striding forward.

The lead mercenary is a ruthless character with one eye and a scarred face. The pupil on the right is completely white, and the only remaining eyeball is full of viciousness and hatred.

Even this kind of person put away his posture when he saw Ken.

The difference between mercenaries and marauders is that they have a minimum of dignity and respect for honor. The scarfaced man turned away from the blade the moment he saw Ken, then stood up and gave up his defensive posture.

Ken glanced at the group of mercenaries, and then said to him, "Thank you for putting away your weapons."

"No need, I admire your courage, sir."

The scar-faced man's voice was hoarse, and although his expression was serious, there was an indescribable respect. "I saw your skill just now. I can't beat you. I'm afraid these brothers beside me are no match for you."

After saying that, he retracted the knife into its sheath, and at the same time signaled the dozen or so mercenaries around to give up resistance.

Ken nodded, and then walked between the two groups of people. The onlookers all focused on him. It seemed that in such a chaotic situation, only he had the right to decide most things.

Ken asked, "Can anyone explain the situation?"

He frowned and glanced left and right, and added: "I don't want to listen to arguments, time is running out, and saving time can increase the probability of each of us surviving."

"Let me tell you..."

A voice came from the field.

The Scarface mercenary stepped aside, exposing the speaker.

[Character: Weapons Broker]

[Attitude: Nervous]

[Description: Traders who travel between the southern border countries and the northern border tribes have huge contacts and resources, but their luck is really not very good. 】

When Ken saw the notes, he almost guessed what was going on.

Because through the human wall, he saw the goods behind the group of mercenaries. It was a heavy [Crystal Energy Fort], which was inlaid with magic crystals.

The crazy mages in southern Xinjiang like to study the ruins most, and get ways to store energy from them.

As the research was valued by various empires, corresponding war weapons and portable magic items began to emerge in endlessly, and this kind of warfare is the orthodoxy of the Usua continent—using magic to change the terrain, summoning huge behemoths, and launching fierce and deadly battles. melee.

The vendor saluted Ken respectfully.

He may not mean it sincerely, but at the edge of this kind of chaos, those who can stabilize the situation should pay at least some attention to it.

This batch of goods from the vendor was destined for the Red Maple Heights.

The tribal hunting season is at its peak, and the competition in the northern border is particularly fierce, so it is hardly a secret to buy weapons from the southern border countries.

"Our employer paid a deposit. To be honest, I know that now should be the time to fight against the enemy, and I should use the supplies..."

The tone of the merchant's speech was very excited.

With red eyes, he stared at the angry onlookers and cried. "But if I just lose this batch of goods, then I'm no different from dead. You all have your own employers, so you can understand whether what I said is true or not!"

The scar-faced mercenary held the scabbard, while the surrounding followers all lowered their heads.

Ken looked at them and said, "You guys really can't cooperate with your responsibilities, I understand..."

Hearing these words, the merchant also remained silent.

The onlookers also calmed down, sighed a few words, and even turned their heads to leave, giving up the idea of ​​requisitioning the opponent's goods, and calling on their own people to prepare for the enemy.

Ken continued, "Would you like to sell me something?"

The traders and mercenaries, as well as those standing around, turned around when they heard this sentence, as if they heard the turning point of the matter.

Ken raised his hand to appease everyone.

He explained: "Do you still remember the beast sailboat just now? I am willing to buy it at a price that satisfies you, so that we can solve the current problem with greater confidence."

Ken tilted his head.

Mogol's roar was deafening, and he was crawling on the sea, competing with the surrounding beast sailboats.

The scar-faced mercenary had a stern expression and turned to look at the person in charge of the caravan. Obviously, he also thought this was the best solution at present.

The vendor hesitated to speak, but was interrupted by Ken raising his hand.

He said: "You can also see that the treasures are all in the shallow water now, so you have to pay on credit. I'm afraid it's hard to say whether your business can be successful."

Ken didn't hold back at all.

He suddenly laughed out loud: "Of course, if I fail, I should die earlier than you."

(End of this chapter)